An image is worth a thousand words. I read the journalist and writer Pascual Serrano that there is no more lie than that. He wrote it ten years ago, when we started to see that the image was going to eat the whole word. Finally, the proverbs can be refuted.

Another: nothing written of likes. I don't know if that was the case when they invented the phrase, but today you can't say it. For example, the idea that tastes, at least in part, are a social construction is widespread, and lately a lot has been written about it, it is written. So, just like by gender, race or class, we throw away or tweak words, turns and expressions, couldn't we do the same thing with them, simply, because they're no longer truths? Or at least, avoid it.

Returning to tastes, and in particular to musical tastes, whoever was Iñaki Segurola said in his long legacy that he did not write a proposal to deconstruct social construction: a song, a musician, a record, that you are alone, and what does it tell you? Did you like it? So far, it's done. If not, if we start going further, the danger. I do not think that is the case, and I also think the play is dangerous, but it tells me something, I think I understand it.

In view of the French examination of the School of Languages, to make a bit of an ear, I have heard, among other things, music sung in French. Pulling away what the teacher had put into the class, I have heard above all two artists who I would certainly not have heard otherwise. Famous hipers, completely mainstream, stage fillers, make hip-hop and electronic music in different doses.

Well, once you get here, confession: Bigflo & Oli one, Stromae the other. I have heard them, with the excuse of practicing French at the beginning, but also very willingly, at the end. And I wonder if you agree with what I should hear, with what I am. Will I like it? What people hear this? Those around me? What do the French think of these groups in my style? I don't have any references. When I hear groups in Basque or Spanish, I know that I have more or less to listen to them.

Do we touch? Poor me: it is not known whether the pleasure of hearing Bigflo and Oli and Stromae is guilty or innocent.

The helmets are removed and the question that follows the hearings is always the same: How did I get to this jail?