It has a bump that's awakening our natural environment. Sapa climbs through the veins of trees, trees and cacti. In the mornings, we chew the leaves of ossez-garlic that they call snake grass in Eibar, and we felt the effects of that germinating force. Spring is not silent. Spring is not fragile. Quite the opposite.

A great poet we love sang a cruel April. Albanian Ismael Kadaré also has an old novel named April Hautsia. The fourth month is the most important of the year, as it comes loaded with emotions and courage. Pollen shrinks the nostrils, the threatened bees, stabbed by sloth queens, work on these dots, and people rush to repeat that they don't know how to dress.

In the background, what do nature people know when they get engaged, drunk of holy glyphosate and desire for greater purchasing power. Surely, we can live differently, with less, with more. But those speeches are not yet audible. From the side of the new Atalante movie theater, admiring the sky over Baiona, of copper color, from the remains of April, we hope that the future will be within our reach.