Smiling like a scar
- A naughty smile makes them go onstage. There were no amazing shows or sudden outings. The followers who have filled the La Laguna society of Larraga, as if they were at the test site, were calm. Move the microns, pull the wires apart, look at them in front, and oh, that little laugh. After all, we are here with similar wounds, with a smile that has taken the form of a scar.
Both Gorka, David and Galder and the bright eyes of the listeners. Once again, willing to raise the adrenaline, but with a little bit of vertigo to start the concert that sucks the end. However, we have come and we could not conceal laughter.
Emotion has been condensed, and not just because it's ten degrees higher inside than in the street. The charm of the small rooms brings us the sweat, the brush and the beautiful feeling of having been chosen at the end of the tickets in half an hour. Today we have come to give everything and there is no turning back. Gorka looks like a very small child, he comes as a speaker, without filters, dancing, knowing that he plays at home in Navarra. And he also wants to make the audience enjoy like a young child. Her laughter didn't go away all night.
The concert has started with energy, with the company very close and eager to laugh, heating the forces of this last tour in small rooms. If I calm down, a cathedral, free. I don't remember the order of the songs. But yes, applause leads to dusk. Learn, Biziraun, Spoiler! Oreka, Toro (let's go to Berlin! Applause before, after, among others. Not enough to thank you, enough to release joy. Not everything is worth, Sols the poble saves the poble, See to.
The three musicians have left when the room seems to be about to burst. The t-shirts are glued to the body, the mist in the glasses. But Gorka, with the guitar in his hand, appears before he breathes. He has given word of thanks to the citizens of Larraga for hosting so humbly, so sweetly, to plant seeds of memory. Not to forget the story has grasped that grain of sand that each can offer, as a soloist, to offer the people of Larraga the song Marvels. Goosebumps on the skin, the eyes shined even more.
Almost two hours later, the first chords announced by Oihu have been heard. With the illusion of young children, but with the same intensity with which something is going to live that is going to end, the public has surrendered to the corpus of that very difficult feeling to explain and that remains after having given everything.
The first time I met the Berri Txarrak group was on television. They asked about the things they read and mentioned my first book of poems. I felt pride and amazement at the same time. The first time I talked to Gorka Urbizu, we were at Onki Xin, and like no, we talked about... [+]
