My rather evil friend usually says that if there is ever full normalization of the Basque Country that we so often ask for, the first consequence will be the disappearance of Bertsolaris. But he doesn't dare to say in public, because he doesn't like to break the laws of political equity. For my part, I will not deny the importance of the contribution of Bertsolarism in the process of transforming the vehicular language anywhere. It would also be useless: Oteiza, the great erdaldun, contributed a centenary ambia to Basque unification. And reaffirm our best known scientists. What can we, ordinary mortals, say against? Because, in reality, is there a good bertsolari that, for ten seconds, and in all depth, will not yield to ten or eight? Gutenberg's contraption is just a heavy lump. It's overrated. Its world-wide reputation is hardly understood for centuries.

I also laughed with the Andalusian and the Txirrita wall, and with the exits of Lazkao Txiki. And hearing the “Dead Woman’s Dress” or the “Crying in the Eye” of Crying Xalbador. In the case of the latter, there was not always any doubt as to whether the butt emerged on the chair and on the blank sheet.

But let's acknowledge that the relationships between skin language and Gutenberg's artifact have always been quite problematic.

Chance has wanted and the next few centuries will be able to confirm that the day Lujanbio set his breath – “the hopelessness of winning the language to dance” – Cano, from the subchampionship, published a book of soneses – “with the lack of calm until the words are stitched”. Although, knowing Cano's love for literary games and paradoxes, it is something that can be questioned by chance.

But technology has also aged Gutenberg's contraption, and time has blurred the brilliance of a debate that has never been given, but could be given, what is more, written or verbal?

Among other feats, artificial intelligence ChatGPT, which does not require boin accounts in time, has produced a poem about the sun. Bertsolaris and writers will soon be left.

I recall that Italo Calvino, at a conference in 1967 (published in Spanish under the title Cybernetics and ghosts), recognized the day when a machine produced all the culture. No matter – I was going to say, more or less – there will always be a human conscience that judges its quality… As long as this is not the case, we will not walk so badly.