When someone close to you leaves, that is, when you die, you may feel sorry for not having said a few things. We've been a close person recently, and I'm sorry I haven't said a few things, but I'm happy I've said other things to you.

I told him that the favorite song of my Joxe Ripiau is Cabilia broken coraçao, and he said, “Well, the crowns of Sorkun, you know…” I don't think I was doing too modest. I asked him about the languages of the text, which seemed to be mixed with the Basque, Spanish, Portuguese and something that might be the Amazon. I don't remember the answer well, but I would say that I had succeeded in that language.

About twenty years ago, my sister and I were invited to spend a weekend at home when I lived in Vitoria. I had a painting by Jimi Hendrix on the wall, in a pretty privileged place. He came to introduce us through the front door. San Jimi! I told him that anecdote a few years ago. He did not remember it, but he reaffirmed his admiration for Hendrix: “Honbre, San Jimi…”.

I told her that one of our songs is based on the tremendous hour of Negu's speaking Sabel-Speaker. When we played live for the first time, perhaps I would think “you yes…”, but it was not your style to say that.

I told him to use my expanse of everything I wanted, and he took advantage of it a lot with his latest team. He had left me his mythical guitar from before, unfit to come back. It was a very natural, trustworthy exchange, almost carefree. Surely, if you think about it better, you don't think in terms of exchange.

When I turned ten, he gave me a bear with the blaugrana stripe he painted. He knew he was snorkel and asked the dependent: “Listen, where does Ronaldo play?” I never told her how she dared to ask her. Obviously, I was not very fond of football.

Shortly after the birth of my older sister, I composed a crib song, which must be recorded somewhere. I didn't tell him that, although I haven't heard of almost 30 years, I remember that song a lot and I thought it was very beautiful. Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, Garazi…”.

I didn't tell him that I appreciated him very much, that I felt very comfortable with him. I would guess, but it wouldn't be too much to talk to her. I didn't tell him that since he died, he had several songs of his own in his head. Even if I had not been able to say so on purpose, I would have been a nice occasion to say goodbye.