Knowing that Xabat Illarregi was going to have to go sing to Arrasate: to improvise. The Great Social Meeting of the Basque Country returns. In Pamplona, we are very anxious and happy that the culminating social act is celebrated for the first time in our city and the people of Bilbao will see that Bilbao is as far from Bilbao as Pamplona (i.e. not so much).

But well, let's go back to Mondragon. I have heard in the car the first comments on the tuning of this year. An important fact: I have made an excursion surrounded by bertsolaris. Nerea Erbiti has composed the tuning that will accompany the championship of each locality: complex rhythm games, onomatopeyas, compositions… Very interesting for a musician. Too altered for competing bertsolaris?

Bertsolaris offer the possibility to brand new bertsos. Today, Amurizak bi. An initial greeting, another in the cabin work. The new melody can beautify the verse, if they are right, but it can also be a way to wake it up if it is not right. Amuriza has a great presence in singing, I would dare to say it has a special power transmission capacity, but the Winter of Zea Mays for the exercise of the camera has not helped him highlight. There are other edges that hide the songs of bertsolaris or the selection of melodies. The nice song by Xabat Illarregi can sell you very well a mediocre verse or by selecting a melody with repetition, allowing the audience to sing a repetition, the appeal gives a plus to bertsolari.

The BTN is a competition championship. However, many of those who can correspond to the reading of Sarasua in relation to the competition, we try to wager on the bertsolaris friends of the area. Once I'm going to hit Sarasua with what Ion Celestino was saying. The competition, accepting all the bad, brings beauty: it is always nicer than the ball game that has finished 22-21 than the game that has ended 22-6.

The championship consists of putting into play a work of years an afternoon, a micro-movement game as you think, deciding how far you want to undress based on the subject and sometimes showing it more naked than you want.

The only assessment I'll make of the judge's syndrome we have the ignorant who go to the championship tests, goal zero (well, a little) and in some emotional part: I was from Alkaiza and waited for my brothers Leitzarras, but what should I say? With this, I will continue to look at everyone from the healthiest envy and with all admiration from the armchair, while they do magic with words (closer to some bertsos and further away from others, of course).