Sunday morning was beautiful at first, out for once, for an entire week. The fog surrounding the road between the house and the city centre had begun to fall into an incessant rain that increased the flow.

"Did you believe it?" Do you want to tell me? Were you in the rush of the beautiful time?

As soon as I went into the bakery and saw the row, the clothesline went directly to me, passing through other clients. Indeed, it was like this: in my optimism and boldness, I went out in my front line dress on the day the rains were announced. All of a sudden I answered, like the bertsolaris:

– We must not stop believing, things are like this.

Yes, I wore a dress with a provocation point, a subtle hope, but a hope. By tomorrow, you can activate the baby bottle.

I'm like that. Head burned. I leave without umbrellas, as in February. On Sundays in the morning I go to cook without ever using my aprons. In the pieces of mus, without being hand in hand, I usually let go of my own funnel with the royal bliss. I have psychedelic techniques to climb the stairs with as little effort as possible. When stretching the traffic light in red, I (sometimes out loud) green! "Yes! "Yes! On the accelerator, I step one foot. I'm going to work thinking there's nothing else possible, we'll win. Every year, I worked hard to develop some of the projects that are considered to be circumvention. I am always faithful to myself, drunk of great dreams, in tests, because nobody will lend me anything already done.

Even if it seems strange, sometimes I get it. I didn't just make a water jersey and a cream patchwork before lunchtime. When I'm drenched with navel oil, I'm fueled. The traffic light passes faster to green. The peers, undecided, let me drag little drops. In the best years, some progress is made for the benefit of both professors and students. The three floors rise in 35 steps and 65 seconds. Not always, but sometimes, with the joy of small victories, marks nothing bad, and I find it, when I think, when I try, when euphoria gets stronger, when I march, when I failed and I started again.

High, my brand beats Euskal Herria! And what envy mine! I am jealous to all of you, yes, because now all of my souls look miserable.

You have given me a envy of euphoria, but above all of enthusiasm and desire. It has become familiar to you, do not deny it, and it is a joy, after what has been felt for months. You already notice, in the velodrome, when you have been crying, as when I was twenty years old and as this time I have been doing the same. Yes, I have also cried, because I have regained the hope I had lost, because I have restarted to believe, perhaps for repentance.

Now the leader is. OK. Above all, there's now a work bag, on the way, right? What jealousy! Ten stories tall! It will be thought that everyone will win – everyone will win. This people will begin to fly, brave, to discuss with the neighbors, again, village to village, to organize, to define new strategies and objectives, to carry out projects. The hands will extend, the steps will extend. The details will be adjusted. Small profits, big ambitions. Again. Progress that has not been made for years will be made. Isn't it? And we have no reason to cry again. Do you want to tell me?