The proximity to the Sun has modified the speed of the Earth in its circumvalation movement. However, there are other speeds, and it seems that the speed of the earth is getting faster and faster, or at least the changes are constant. In this situation, it is necessary to recover the forgotten names or create new ones, both to refer to the current liturgy and the cults, as well as to baptize the deformed collars and fingers, as

a consequence of the inability to release the mobile. Gorka Salces Mayor (Portugalete, 1986) tells us about the changes of the world and of the human being in the relationship of feedback in the collection of poems Airemortuak (Balea Zuria, 2024), which he has just published and which is the second of his trajectory, can be considered as a verbal synthesis of hope and mistrust to designate what is coming. The poems are divided into four sections: Baby blues, The somnolence of Udamina, The Past and Overbooking ties, and an epitaph that closes the collection. In general, by plotting conjectures and pointing out the ghosts among us, my poetic looks at what the future can bring, observing the differences and intergenerational relationships, geological strata, human footprints and anxiolytic eagles. With all this, Salces has elaborated in his poems a critical and rigorous vision of the individuality and irresponsibility with the immediate environment and with which we move, talking about the destruction of nature, of the turistification, of the dependency on technology, etc., and of personal concerns, such as those raised to his son, grouped in groups: “We are / are a good trait”. Portuguese has elaborated a varied imaginary that gives unity to the collection for everything mentioned, combining the phenomena characteristic of nature, cinematic elements, religious elements and those linked to the contemporary lifestyle traversed by technology. Also noteworthy

are poems with narrative form of accompanied memory, looking back to face an uncertain future. The praise of the lost does not exempt us from what we have. To this tension are, therefore, the poems of Salces: “So long waiting / and I do not recognize / do not recognize this troubled sea / the crystals deposited in my skin”.