Zutik – English
GAUBEKO (OF THE NIGHT)
You come dressed in darkness, taking your leave from the rays of sunlight
Your fountain, neighbour of the moon, slakes my thirst
You have wet me with the water of the stars, stealing my colours
Lighting up bodies, gladdening hearts, creating rascals
I love the early hours
the birds of the night that fly then
I love the early hours
that I enjoy as I steal hours from sleep
You are watching with your beautiful dark eyes,
listening in silence, in the silence
With your darkness, you watch over the others as they sleep
I love the early hours
the birds of the night that fly then
I love the early hours
that I enjoy as I steal hours from sleep
THE NIGHT IS FOR THOSE OF THE NIGHT,
SO THE SAYING GOES
THE NIGHT IS FOR THOSE OF THE NIGHT,
WE ARE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT
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In the time which slips by between dusk and dawn, there is LIFE!
In a world which is unknown (to us), since we humans stumble blindly in the dark, as the night has sucked in all colours and edges.
This is the realm of the hooting owl, the silent, zigzagging flight of the bat, with its sense of sonar.
Here is the splendour of the woodland, hedgehogs, foxes, wild boar and deer… moths circling the glow of the firefly, protected in the dark network.
And here also youngsters, protected by the pale light of distant suns turned into stars, dancing, in freedom, dressed for the night in all their nakedness.
Another vision of the light of day, free verse, the negative of a photo, a hideaway for true dreams, a refuge for me and for you… wonderful… THE NIGHT!!!
EQUAL IN DIVERSITY
We do not accept what we cannot change,
help us to change what we cannot accept
Silence will never protect us,
In dealing with the chain without chains
EQUAL IN DIVERSITY
MAKING THE IMPOSSIBLE POSSIBLE
Let’s head to paradise, compass in hand, in search of equal opportunities,
We are pulling at the hand of freedom
to strike a balance among all of us
EQUAL IN DIVERSITY
MAKING THE IMPOSSIBLE POSSIBLE
Let’s open our wings like the birds
and fly, leaving our feet on the ground
The danger of unique stories creates stereotypes,
we should recover the paradise lost
EQUAL IN DIVERSITY
MAKING THE IMPOSSIBLE POSSIBLE
EQUAL IN DIVERSITY
MAKING THE IMPOSSIBLE POSSIBLE
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You have always oppressed me, always marginalised, slighted and insulted me, reduced me to nothing… but I am who I am, and I know that I am like you. Neither more, nor less. Between equals. You will not look over your shoulder at me, nor turn your back on me, nor mock me. I have strength, intelligence, creativity… and also a quill, and a sheet to write on. You may be my comrade or my colleague, my relative, my lover… but never my oppressor. Rising together, building together… different as individuals, equal in society.
CALM THE PAIN
You are the feather that drifts on the wind
in search of an unjust escape from this twister
If what is right is wrong, then black is now white
It’s a big fat lie that the world is flat
SOOTHE SOOTHE PAIN WHILE LIVING, REVIVE LIFE
SOOTHE SOOTHE PAIN WHILE LIVING, REVIVE LIFE
Let us store up time in a box where we cannot measure the hours
The wind will not manage to erode it, even if it turns to stone
If what is right is wrong, then black is now white
It’s a big fat lie that the world is flat
SOOTHE SOOTHE PAIN WHILE LIVING, REVIVE LIFE
SOOTHE SOOTHE PAIN WHILE LIVING, REVIVE LIFE
No, the coming winter doesn’t frighten Mikel Laboa in the heat of midsummer
because he knows that the present remains in the future
No, the coming winter doesn’t frighten Mikel Laboa in the heat of midsummer
SOOTHE SOOTHE PAIN WHILE LIVING, REVIVE LIFE
SOOTHE SOOTHE PAIN WHILE LIVING, REVIVE LIFE
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Time is our most prized treasure. At the end of the day, our life is simply time. Over the course of that time, a friend of ours suffered one of the toughest situations. We lived as if we would live forever, and all of a sudden, when the thief of time reveals his white glove, all is suddenly cancelled.
The only saviour in such a situation may be a stoical attitude, as Lete says in his song, because the present remains in the future. Sometimes the fellow travellers of others, but always masters of what is ours. Nothing is forever, but today we will smile.
We wish you a long life, our valiant friend!
STANDING
Fire is open-aire dance, it lights us from within
The atmosphere is burning, has suddenly grown hotter
I see the huge, dense fire flare up
And from within those flames emerges a tree, standing erect
STANDING IN THE FIRE
THE TREE STANDING IN THE FIRE
Like the phoenix, the tree rises before us
between the fire and flames, direct and sovereign
It will draw great strength from its roots
just as we have done for forty years
STANDING IN THE FIRE
THE TREE STANDING IN THE FIRE
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Open-aire dance is fire. Light in the darkness, heat in the cold. This warmth has always lit up our insides, without burning them. This light has always kept us standing, with our roots deeply anchored in the ground. The wind has shaken notes from the leaves, in continuous movement. Standing on this path, without counting the steps, leaving our mark behind us, looking towards new lands without footprints.
IN THE AIR
We met at the fiesta in Gerediaga
Wearing shorts in the height of summer
In the height, in the air, it was there we met
I saw you on the square, a smile on your lips,
the open air dance began after the «bertso saio»
Later, in the air, a smile on your lips
I would happily dance
with you, my love,
«Txapeloise» or «trikitia»
In the air or on the ground
You had your little group beside you
I approached alone, and stood facing
Facing, in the air, beside you
We began to dance and tickles in our feet
We began to fly all of a sudden
All of a sudden, in the air, tickles in our feet
I would happily dance
with you, with love,
«Txapeloise» or «trikitia»
In the air or on the ground
The years have passed since then, and we remain in the air
The sad folk on the ground, and we are so happy in the air
In the air, in the air, we still remain in the air
I would happily dance
Facing you, my dear,
«Txapeloise» or «trikitia»
In the air or on the ground
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Our memories come from the emotions that reanimate life.
Those delightful moments, more beautiful today within us, gently enjoyed, embellished, sweetened by the caress of time. Was it a dream? No! They are there, and belong to us! Summer, fire, night, desire, freedom, music… creators of magical moments, seeds of the memories we dream of. We start out creating dreams and here we are… May our memories keep flying.
WHAT YOU ARE
In the celestial waves
Misleading images fly
On the beach, a dance
of sun, of wind and sea.
Hunting around the world
in New York, Paris and Samoa.
Their aim is to cage
the little red hearts.
GIVE ME WHAT YOU ARE
I DON’T WANT WHAT ISN’T YOURS
The shooting star
has lost its gleam in the black night
Drink of my water,
without “likes”, create fascination within us
GIVE ME WHAT YOU ARE
I DON’T WANT WHAT ISN’T YOURS
WHAT YOU ARE MY DEAR
GIVE ME, AT YOUR PLEASURE, ALL THAT YOU WANT
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On the outside and the inside, skin and flesh… Two ingredients creating a whole. The windows and balconies of our homes look outwards. Behind closed doors, a human being, a couple, family life. And hence problems, sadnesses, complications and also rest.
Even stores tend to have an elegantly decorated shop window, while it is behind doors that you then find the amenities, service, arguments, prices…
Even in our own lives, the outer image is normally what is visible at first glance, and sometimes is for sale. Outward appearance has always been important, it is our calling card: tidy, unkempt, elegant, happy, sad… Does the outside always reflect what is within?
At least in this regard, social media has brought nothing new. What we have seen, though, is that what already existed has been extended, deepened, multiplied and augmented. Stereotypes are reinforced, image and appearance prevail, and we sometimes become actors in a script that aims to be perfect.
In our relationships as couples there are also dark corners and dusty attics. But the things we tried to sweep under the carpet are nonetheless still part of us. Your partner is also skin and flesh, outside and inside, and discovering your partner in depth can be thrilling… Put up with their dark side? Tolerate it somehow? Accept it? Learn to love it? Discovering one another mutually and completely can be the loving pathway to do so gladly.
