If someone asked me what part of the text I took the most advantage of in 2021, remember it, remember it, mention it, reclaim it, enlarge me -- I wouldn't have to think about the answer twice. It is clear to me which passage I have made. The Arantxa is from Urretabizkaia, in his book Bidean ikasia, I highlighted it with a pencil, and it says: “There are two ways to crack asphalt. One of the animals, the one of humans: you take in your hands a utensil, a picotta or, if possible, a pneumatic hammer and, at strokes, make noise breaks the skin that seemed unbreakable. The second way is that of the plants, which push underneath, silently, continuously, until, once they have gathered enough tension, they interrupt the layer they have on top.” I have another lovely quote that was given to me by a friend at the end of the year: “All the writers are on each other’s shoulders.” C. Ursula Ella stole Le Guin.
We also know something about asphalt toughness. Blows, noise, silence, tension, cuts... We know that something goes up on each other's shoulders.
"Once I heard one of us that it was not enough to cross the door alone, that we had to keep it open so that everyone else
could go through it."
I once heard one of us that it was not enough to cross the door alone, that it had to be kept open so that everyone else could go through it. Now, whoever sang the door on that occasion has a black hat on his head, and he is not the only one. Fortunately, it is not the only one who has shined at the tip and, out of the flams, more than one has kept his shoe on the corner of the door, firmly.
This autumn has also been a fall in which some of us have been devoured. However, in this autumn there have been some cracks in the glass ceilings, in the quality realms, ironically neutral and more precise parameters. The mines along the way have been shared. Shared, final joy; euphoria to collectively feel personal accomplishments.
I've seen their shoulders turning them into stairs to the sky. The shoulders take the form of a matrix to build a shelter for those who needed it most. Shoulders contracted between the listeners, even though the members of the tarima are perfectly perceived and prepared for the worst, just in case, following the inertia of the wood collected so far. Dislocated shoulders, enjoying, celebrating out of these kingdoms, dancing together.
I've learned a lot with you.
That the asphalt also vibrates in 2022. Nothing is as unbreakable as it seems.