Bind, grab, complicate the tongue. Let it not escape, let it not find a small space where it can move freely. Let it never taste freedom. Bind, grab, complicate the tongue. Domesticate. Let me say yes, always yes and I agree. I agree with the image you give of ourselves, OK. I agree with what your gaze says about me. I agree with what you have to fictionalize us in that way.
Bind, grab, complicate the tongue. Let it be fine, let it be positive, let it be from another, let it be from another, let it be from another, let it be from another: yours, man. Always yours.
"Bind, grab, complicate the tongue. Let it be fine, let it be positive, let it be from another, let it be from another, let it be from another, let it be from another: yours, man."
If my language is yours, I will tell the stereotype, I will tell the women characters to the persecuted jobs, to the worries, to the pains, to the tiredness. Always yours, not mine, yours is the tongue and speaker, always yours.
The knot imposed by you.
I have caressed my tongue with my teeth slowly, slowly, caressing the knot with my teeth. I've turned it around, always incognito, in intimacy, so that no one realizes what I'm doing. Beware! Let no one feel like I'm dropping my tongue. & '97; I have caressed with teeth softly and crasses! I've bitten the part that held the knot. Cathartic moment, the taste of the blood caresses the vocal cords below the throat until it reaches the gut. I'm quiet, I know the language has the ability to grow back. My grandmother Maritxu taught me that.
I've kept the wound secret, no one perceives what I've done. Now I own a wounded tongue without knots. I'm quiet, I know that languages have the ability to grow back, grandma, that you taught me.
What I'm going to say, I'm going to say clumsy. Because I'm not yet skilled. Because the cut part keeps growing. The memory of the knot is still nearby. What I'm going to say is wrong, but I'm going to say it.
92% of the fiction in Euskal Herria comes from the heads of men. 92% of the female characters that emerge in the Basque Country have been built by men. And no, as an actor, director and creator, I disagree. I don't feel our ways, their normal, their shapes.
What I have said is that I am not yet skilled, but I am calm, therefore, that languages have the capacity to grow again. My grandmother Maritxu taught me that.