I
How
the crew that leaves me only on Saturday night, Algorta's girl seeks young boys, after analyzing in


depth the boys of
Euskal Herria, in the background
are more the zuloba syringes, the watery eggs or

the
egg free natillas.

V
Knowing an ondarrutarra
and knowing the body, to
what extent we were
sweating without shame, without stopping.
I
can't deny that I loved the boy on his
own, until
he started talking.

II The
first was Miguel, in the
San Fermines last year, who gave me the
first kiss at
Estafeta.
He was
always talking about bulls, about bulls and about brokers, and
it was, in fact, a sense
of understanding in all branches.

The next
was the pelotari,
the Abadiño
piranha, passing through the
long and short, the cane.
They said he was a great
harp on the
fronton, although he kept his
hobby outside the fronton.

I
met
the second in
Neguri's Telepizza, peperonia and
pepper as I liked.
We would soon have an appointment at
the church of Santa Maria if
he had no intention of
“not doing” until he married.

VII A
neighbor of Azpeitia
with a long beard, Urtzi, friend
of Fredi, disagreed with his beloved brother, made us
very clear:
"You won't live long if
you touch my sister!
I have received
letters but I have not seen them again.

IV The
next was the cyclist, the
helmet and the couch; the lawyer of the bachelor, the cook, the judo, the blue prince of dreams, the handsome and the polyglote… The




only pity is that
Barkoxe and Algorta are far away.

VIII.
This last opportunity was to kill
San Antonio
and the saint made me
new lovers.
Now I know how so many
kids are in Durango
and why they put him
so close to Urkiola… but
I guess not all
of them are Mister Been or Beny
Hill, I have to put an ad:
“Pretender I seek.”