EZTANDA

Published by DEIA, Feb. 23, 2012-02-26



You get up in the morning, turn on the radio and you know the news landscape will be dominated by politics, economy and society, that does not fail. But suddenly, there are days that coincides with something unexpected and, sometimes, even with an event that looks like it came out of a movie script, one of those catastrophic in which many details of the event is given until the same event itself devours the argument of it.

That day I am referring to, all the news revolved around an erupting underwater volcano off the coast of the Canary island of El Hierro. It took place in waters south of the island and could result in the appearance of a small island that would arise of water by the accumulation of magma and solid waste. From that moment, all we began to learn more about volcanoes, listening studies carried out by one or another scientific society and feel passion for this phenomenon of nature that demonstrates, once again, how small we are first and foremost. Thus, a beautiful and unique corner becomes the center of world’s attention by the strangeness of the case.

And we are very used to hearing that in remote places nature is displayed in all its rawness but we’re not prepared for what is in our latitudes. As if the Earth held distinction between borders and climates rather than narrowing the battered face. Today, the situation is more controlled and this news is no longer part of the daily news. We went through danger or i more distressing interest, more fascinating oblivion and everything revolved around the volcano is losing our attention. What is at present the true picture of the phenomenon? How is it possible that we all forget so soon? It is known that natural processes are very slow and we must add that our interest is diluted by the events in time if that that was presented to us lengthened his life beyond the momentary.

If we intensify our interest, we enrich more and have a different perspective on things, right? Or not? What I was talking about …?

Ametsetan

Published by DEIA, Feb. 9, 2012




It is said that there is nothing that does not have a role in life. There are already several people in a short time that have told me that the dreams at night has no benefit for our brains, just saying, it´s worth nothing.

Sleep is much more than a break, it is also a fascinating show that our brain recreates in a means a movie screen without knowing very well with what object. But some argue that dreams allow us to exploit some of the amazing potential of our brain. Contrary to what one might think, it never rests, paradoxically maintains an index of activity well above normal while we sleep.

During sleep the mind is at its most peak and only one part is off, the core logic, what we might call "logic." Free from the shackles imposed by it, the brain can explore and analyze, using the dreams, all the experiences and knowledge gained during the day and classifying each experience in place. Not only that, but at that time that the "reasonable" is sometimes KO is when we get to create, to discern or resolve the doubts that beset us during the day by what we call inspiration or what is it that sometimes makes many loose ideas combine perfectly to give a solution which would otherwise hardly have been seen, because sometimes logic overshadows our imagination.

Perhaps caused by one of those dreams in which I was surrounded by a large orchestra that accompanied my triki, today I'm realizing this project as desired a while back, which invites me to wonder: what about all those dreams, projects, desires that make us be filled with enthusiasm to achieve them? Haven´t they been born in many of our dreams at night? Sometimes I think those of us how are dedicated in creating and realizing desires or dreams in which we live goes parallel to the road as indicated by our logic that we constantly unlearn, to make true the dream.

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GABEZIA

Published by DEIA, Jan. 26, 2012





Einstein said that "imagination is more important than knowledge" and I totally agree with that statement. Many times, though necessary, limited knowledge restricts our evolution in many ways of life and it is the imagination and its development, because of the lack aforementioned before, what makes us explore and achieve new talents and goals that could even seem impossible. The shortcomings pushes us to fight and conquer what we want and the abundance invites us to a more comfortable life but far less rewarding.

In the history of our "trikitixa" it also has been going through different eras until reaching us today and enjoying a more than promising future filled with stunning quality interpreters. But I really enjoy looking back and remembering past times where the trikitilaris, people who were mostly related to the fieldworkers and in their spare time would practice with some old triki. Searching its secrets slowly in conquering, always under the yoke of "hit-error" the function and the soul of this incredible instrument. Last week died one of those "heroes" who fought in another time, lack of schools, books, accordions of thousands of dollars but who replaced them all with enthusiasm, imagination and desire. Jose Mari Soraluze Epelde, born in 1941 in the valley of Martirieta, Azkoitia, and even though his father and grandfather were dulzaineros, Epelde chose the triki as a tool to express what he wanted. Together with his brother they performed in countless plazas and pilgrimages but always when their work in the fields permitted them and with no doubt having a proper style, as in all the eras, it was their hallmark.

The lack of a school, of a guide, made all those who learned to play on their own, had no choice but to develop a personal way of interpreting, creating a huge variety of styles, because the absence pushes to conquer and the way for the conquest always find his award.

Gurekin Beti, Agur Epelde!

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SHERPA

Published by DEIA, Jan. 19, 2012



The huge Himalayan Mountains rises into the sky challenging the man who tries to conquer it. Kanchenjunga, Lhotse, Annapurna, Makalu, Cho Oyu and Everest are some impressive peaks of the Himalayas that have become the focus of countless hikers and mountaineers from around the world, seeking adventure, risk, and overcoming, sometimes even finding death.

But as famous as the names I mentioned above is also the people who have linked their existence and way of life to these mountains, The Sherpa. That is the name of these people who live at the center and south of the Himalayas who for years have worked in each of the mountaineering expeditions organized for the conquest of one of the many giant mountains that populate this area.

I recently read an article about this town that caught my attention. Most Sherpa live in the eastern region of Nepal and it is estimated that today there is about 180,000 worldwide, spread across China, Tibet, Nepal and India. Their skill at crossing through challenging mountains and the continuous contact with Western culture has shaped their way of life completely in the past they were farmers and traders.

Since the last century have been requested to accompany the mountaineers in their adventures through the most rugged place of the planet showing not only showing toughness or skill but mental strength that is amazing in which drives and allows these people, short in stature with a huge heart, to achieve feats and always from a subtle way.

How many people have crossed the enormous crater of anonymity on tiptoe having been instrumental in the achievement of a desired company?

If for centuries they have venerated their great sacred mountains as home of the gods, today the Sherpa help anyone brave who wants to conquer for a moment, the spectacular views that the gods jealously guard their mansions and everything under the humility and sweetness of calling themselves "the tigers of the mountains."

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VALLORIA

Published by DEIA, Jan. 12, 2012


We're so used to hearing that this or that species, animal or plant,
has had to change their eating habits, his way of prosecutors and even his way of life, due to the changes that we, humans, caused in the world. No wonder we talk about industrial restructuring or profesional recycling, and it doesn´t strikes us to reflect on the evolution and personal development of the individual but, instead, with all the people with whom I discussed the matter we have before us have been amazed at the result of our history.

Valloria is a village situated at the western end of the Italian Riviera, the Mediterranean Sea. Here as in many other villages had held a mass exodus of young people to cities in the hope of a better life. Angelo Balestra was one of those that left their home to seek work in the big city and especially in Milan. Every time he returned home he would break down. Of the hundreds inhabitants the village had now there were only 30 elderly, more and more old houses, full of cracks, leaky roofs, etc. Angelo and a few friends took action on the matter and created an association called “The three sources”, in charge of raising funds to repair homes and buildings and to build a small museum. So, after some initiatives they thought that they had to wake Valloria up from it´s slumber: Why not use the doors of the abandoned buildings as murals where paint artist and local artists work to convert the town into something like an open art gallery?

Said and done. The success of the idea has been so enormous that even painters from the United States, Germany, Switzerland and Ireland have asked to participate in what has been called the Village of Painted Doors. Now not only did it increased in population but Valloria is also a place that attracts business and tourism. Art is not only the capacity of expression, but also holds the magic of the human soul capable of transforming loneliness and death into a gathering and into life.

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BRINICLE

Published by DEIA, Jan. 5, 2012




How many secrets holds our planet? What life processes are hidden in each and every corner of this small living greenhouse called Earth? On many occasions, and after noticing a shocking amazing episode of nature, I think that there must be countless of unique events taking place around us and for various reasons they remain unknown or far away from our knowledge.

Not long ago, a BBC team working on the documentary series FROZEN PLANET directed by David Attenborough, has managed to record a historical event in images, something absolutely fascinating. The challenge was to film for the first time a phenomenon that only occurs in very cold-water. The truth is that there is a moment in which a portion due to the cold-water freezes creating an ice wrap around it that freezes everything. That layer of ice slowly but steadily falls due to the density of salt until hitting the bottom of the sea, at which at that point the path continues along the surface freezing anything it touches including any form, whether it is alive or not, anything that crosses its path. This phenomenon, never before filmed, is known by the name of Brinicle. The recording took place on the island of Razorback taking advantage of its geographical position is more likely to form Brinicles, the team had to work very hard, because all this discovery forced them to repeat again and again dives without knowing if they have achieved what they were looking for. Finally, after long periods under water, they achieved what more they desired, images showing once again the countless treasures of our home, Earth, which holds the most fascinating life forms and the most amazing natural processes.

Healthy envy is what I call the feeling I have when imagining the adventure of this team of people who had the courage and boldness to embark on such a project when no one before had done it. What a treat to experience it in person!

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BISORTZEA

Published by DEIA, Nov. 24, 2011-11-28




From my point of view there are two ways in coming to a conclusion. One is from knowledge, from the wisdom learned through studies, collaboration, etc., and the other is through intuition. Many times it so happens that someone all of a sudden is able to explain to by means of proofs, with proven facts, what many of us considered to see or to peek thanks to our intuition and our experience in life.


Listening to the radio I hear an interview with Dr. Mario Alonso Puig in relation to his book “Reinventarse” (Reinventing). In it the author discusses many issues that would be able to write hundreds of columns, but among all of them, I would highlight the importance of words and emotions. To make it short, Mario Alonso Puig reveals, in his book the true value of what one hears, of what one says, of what we think and how all this interacts with our emotions to slowly build up you innermost being.

The process of making the human being is a complex according to the author and, no doubt, depends on many factors. One of the most important is related to people, environments and trends around the individual. If the person is surrounded by people who love them, positive experiences and is able to hold his or her life trying potentiating the kind or more human side of him or herself, more easily will he or she achieve the goals and desires that yearns since, probably they make better use of their potential.

Instead, those who are surrounded by negative people, ideas and conclusions generate dark feelings; greatly limiting their own being, and therefore, your chances of becoming what they really want. Emotions such as anger, resentment or jealousy generate states of blaming others but conclude affecting both those who experience it and often subject to major changes in the hormonal balance.

Expressing the positive and throwing the negative away is as important as for who gives as well as for the person that receives.

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PUNTAREN PUNTAN

Published by DEIA, Nov. 17, 2011



Rightly or wrongly we all try to stretch the most of our youth. Health, energy and, above all, the illusion that surrounds us are the hallmarks of it. Not many years ago a 60 year-old person was considered old and was beginning to cease certain daily activities. Today, I guess it could be because of our way of living but also for other reasons, the elderly have to face an abrupt cessation of activity. And as it is, reading a very surprising article I found about a mountaineer.
Carlos Soria was born in Avila in 1939, which lived through the war, and since then he has never stopped dreaming of the mountains, one of his great passions in life. This upholsterer worker, always linked to mountaineering, ascended his first eight thousand at 51 and since then has carried out a series of expeditions until this spring, and with his 72 years, has been able to crown thttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifhe Lohtse. Next March he wants to try the Kanchenjunga, Annapurna and then finally closing the Dhaulagiri mountains.
Anyone who reads this article would think Carlos is a lucky man, and yes it is true, it is. But also we must make a second reading of history, Carlos’s knees hurt, his back bothers much, and until he retired he couldn’t live intensity his passion.
To carry out his Everest expedition he had to borrow money from the bank, demonstrating a strong personal involvement in what he wanted. A friend of mine says "do not look at my achievements, let’s analyze my efforts." We usually always stay with the outcome of things without realizing what the person betted and lost on the way. Every dream, every achievement carries a price we have to pay and are the ones who decide to go ahead with it or not. Moreover, in the case of Carlos, this is all possible by keeping your mind young, as I have always said, it is there, where things are born, die and coexist all that we can do or not.

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FABRIK

Published by DEIA, Nov. 10, 2011


Hamburg is a beautiful city. No one would imagine at first glance the state it was after the Second World War; we can still see traces of that period remembering the moments of total barbarism that are experienced in the course of any war. But these people were not content in accept the suffering and the devastation but worked hard to achieve what it is today, a city with fascinating cultural attractions.

On Tuesday, November 8th, we played in a room called Fabrik, which is a magical place. This building, now transformed into a concert hall has hosted bands such as Nirvana, Steel, Radiohead ... The funny thing about this place is that at the time of the First World War it was a munitions factory and now has established itself as one of the best live music venues in Hamburg. When I go on stage in places like this, my imagination goes beyond trying to figure out the life it had in that old factory or what would had exactly at same place where I'm playing, dim lighting with a pilot light blue. Often when people talk about protecting and restoring our heritage, whether it is in the form of wonderful places, art, traditions, etc.., I think that it ignores this type of legacy, perhaps not as nice or valuable, that industrialization has left us in the form of factories, flags, etc... Although usually underestimates the importance of industrial heritage, I think that it is part of our way of life, a way to evolve within an established order, and no doubt the result of the efforts and the dedication of the people.

Ending the concert… a unstop ringing in my imagination of the metallic percussion of the machines, workers' voices ... and all of that accompanied our music to accompany, now more than ever, sounds like a definite future in the past, that is, in the present.

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LAYLA

Published by DEIA, Nov. 3, 2011




How many of us listen to music, read poems, watch movies, etc... and see ourselves reflected in those stories and adventures in which are narrated in them? In many concerts people have told me what a song of mine has made them feel or personal experiences to relive again with my music.

The other day, listening to some vinyl that I have around, I went back to enjoy one of the iconic songs in rock history, Layla, Eric Clapton. The story of a man who falls in love with a woman who loves him in her heart but can not reciprocate. I remember when I discovered this song that I always thought that I would be dedicated to any friendly Layla of Eric, but at the end I discovered that he talked about Pattie Boyd, George Harrison´s wife at the moment, the ex-guitarist of the Beatles. Eric, one of the greatest guitarists of all time, felt a great attraction to the wife of whom was also his friend George. The Londoner was not oblivious to the stares and attention of the guitarist and between them they started to reach a special type of complicity. In Pattie's own words, Clapton was not easy to express his feelings if it was not by stanzas or verses, and in one of those occasions when they were meeting, the musician presented this song, which is a kind of rhythmic declaration love for her. After a difficult period of encounters and disagreements, they separate taking different roads and that's when Eric takes refuge in drugs and alcohol. But this story has a happy ending, because Clapton eventually managed to conquer Pattie´s heart and married in 1979, fulfilling a dream long cherished by the nickname of God. I 'm a big fan of Eric Clapton, his way of caressing the notes, to become one with his guitar. But how much suffering there is to experiment to unite in marriage the talent and the desire of oneself? What strange reason lies in that people empathize more with a theme that expresses the intimacy of its author? I hope to explain in my next album.

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Janire

Published by DEIA, Oct. 27, 2011




Some times am thinking on how controlled that we all are. I remember some science-fictional movies in which in the nape of the neck of the human beings a chip is inserted in the minute they are born in order to have them controlled.

The thing is true that today it is not so exaggerated but definitely I stop to think: We’re born and they catalog our blood type, we are registered in the Department of Certification of Birth, we are obligated to provide evidence of our identity by means of an ID card, and from there on a constant control on behalf of the society across-the-board, and even they can locate us geographically by the GPS on our cell phone. But at the same way that I feel controlled personally, I discover that as to a cure of diseases, something in which I really indeed think it would be usefully taken a census of, goes and not only that we are not, but besides who wants it has to take his own initiative .

Janire is a Biscayan of 31 years that’s been fighting a 4 year disease so-called Bone Marrow Aplasia consisting in the disappearance of the bone marrow cells, spongy mass that is within the bones where the blood is generated, producing red, white blood cells and platelets. Due to the lack of them Janire he gets tired easily, she has palpitations, dizziness, headaches, hemorrhages and a great risk to a lot of infections of which some are mortal. All these symptoms condition her life and the only way out to this disease is finding a compatible donor, in which is very complicated because... Who of us know something about their bone marrow? How is it that we do not have an extensive record of our DNA and of any necessary information taken from our birth to try to heal suchlike diseases?

Only the man can cure man and only the generosity of some, or would even say to the civism, can offer hopes of a new life that needs it. These lines are to encourage all of us to get ourselves up to take an insignificant test and see if we can or cannot be a donator, of Janire or of anybody else.

Good Luck Janire!

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Astragalus nitidiflorus

Published by DEIA, Oct. 20, 2011



As always, and in the most normal way, the most incredible discoveries take place. A fan of botany took a bicycle ride by the proximities of the mountain “Cabezos del Pericón” belonging to the town Tallante in the providence of Murcia. While he enjoyed the day he noticed of a very weird and unknown plant, the Astragalus nitidiflorus or Tallante's Garbancillo, is a species of legume in the Fabaceae family considered in critical danger of disappearance, since then the only place known all over the world is located in Tallante.

All this took place in the year 2003, when it was believed that this plant had been already extinct for almost 100 years ago, and ever since the scientists have been accomplishing uncountable studies in order to protect the project of recovering this species.

Each living being has created there own strategy to face its survival. In general there are two types: Or you play in the edict of the generalist or in the ones of the specialists. If you belong to the first ones you are more adaptable and eclectic, at the same time of feeding yourself as in locating a place to live, etc... If on the contrary you belong with the seconds, you are much more demanding regarding nutrition and to the habitat. Equilibrium underlies everything, in its absence all that is generated hinders and destroys the surroundings.

Constantly the land equilibriums and unbalances have followed and in a epoch with hegemony, of the first and is close behind with control of the second.

The ways of life that have bear stoically the previous periods indicated before are the ones that reach a maximum level of development, taking sometimes advantage of, as in the case the human being, almost conquering and molding a whole system upon its way of life returning to break off that hoped-for equilibrium.

The more species that disappear more difficult it will be for the ecosystem to work correctly, because each and everyone of them are basic in order that life works as we know. So it is basic to protect the maximum of the biodiversity as a whole and not as I con-join of isolated species.

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STEVE JOBS

Published by DEIA, Oct. 13, 2011



There is a much extended movement because of the professional prestige’s activities we often use a very farfetched and difficult vocabulary that entangles and obscure our understanding of it. Often it is thought that the people, the less they know about our profession it seems to be more difficult to learn, to carry it out and therefore gives me a false prestige in a social level. I have never understood it but it is of course, its happening and happens if we look for some example of it, the computer technology is the most characteristic of them. Last week Steve Jobs perished, one of the company founders of Apple and the thinking head, or better yet the imaginative of the entity. A lot one has been talked of his person and of his disease but I would highlight his capacity of knowing by intuition which way without any doubts where things had to go. Steve Jobs not only did he not get carried away from what the whole world went; instead he opened a different way to a new way of understanding of the new technologies. He abandoned the university just in the beginning and he moved on more by this talent and innate imagination of what he assimilated of the others. He revolutionized the world, not only of computer technology, but also the cell phone and the way to listening music, always from the point of view of elaborating elements that made it easy to approach. The iPhone, iPad or even the iMac have marked a before and after in their respective markets and are the true reflections of what somebody as Jobs wanted to achieve. Disciplined, brave, perfectionist, demanding and most of all one advanced in due time, is how I would define this genius of the imagination more than of computer technology. They say that a hardworking resourceful life is far better than a long life and the truth is that, although it is difficult to assimilate that at any time it can end, it is so. To finish I will use a phrase of his that demonstrates the marvelous essence of this man.
“The design is not only what you see or what you feel. The design is how it works”.

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ZAILTAZUNAK

Published by DEIA, Oct. 6, 2011



I remember my friend’s parents all thrilled explaining me the difficulties that they had to go through just in order to get to school. They had to pass a river by boat, climb some stairs and from there, walk a few kilometers to get to school. This was in the 1940´s in Orio, Gipuzkoa.

I, while they were telling me their story, was thinking that road they had to make, in which little time was there for them to be in school...,, certainly made a difference, the desire of those young people in wanting to learn, very different from ours, that what we wanted was to escape in the obligation of attending class if it was possible.

Something similar to that, but in a much more exaggerated way, are the children who have to struggle, the protagonist of this article. Around 30 children are obligated to cross swimming the river twice a day in the province of Quang Binh, Vietnam, in order to go to school.

The reason is that authorities do not count on enough budgets to construct a bridge that joins both sides and the children they have to cross a river that, depending on the weather, they can have more than three in-depth meters, in addition to an impressive current.

Children, from around 6 to 12 years old, arrive at the side, they get undressed, put their clothing into plastic bags and they jump into the water, not to swim which is impossible, but to let themselves get carried away by the enormous current using the plastic clothing bag as floater, with the hope of crossing the 20 meters that separates them from the other side as soon as possible. Just to let you see how strong that current is that the people from there tried last year to cross the river by boat, but they failed because it ended up getting carried away by the current.

Certainly, it is maddening to see the children in front of the other side of the river, draw the clothing from the bags and to return to get dressed knowing full well that hours later they will have to make the same trip but the other way around.

Why do these children that have to surpass such big difficulties to attend school, do they see anything fascinating in it and, on the other hand, do we associate it to the effort, to work, to obligation? Will it be that always more that the one who wants to the one who can?

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NEUTRINOS

Published by DEIA, Sept. 29, 2011


EVERY TIME that something new happens, bringing to us a new discovering, normally it is to contradict a previous one, in that dictated the laws of physics, chemistry, philosophy, psychology, etc. Through our history thousands of examples follow in which, with a new finding, is thrown away what was thought to be before true. What proves to be odd is that today, after having experimented what has been mentioned before, in infinity of occasions we continue giving for certain what we know and we continue being surprised of what we discover as if it was the very first time that this has happen to us.

This last week all the media voiced a piece of news that surprised the world but again it is to be another case among many. An experiment carried out by CERN affirms that they have been able to detect tiny particles of matter, calls neutrinos, travelling superior to the velocity of light. The dimensions have not been able to been precise because, perhaps, our technology is not yet at all fully-developed but, if this is true, the truth is that this clue that has come from this experiment can be a new view point toward understanding a totally different universe in which today reigns, opening in front of our eyes a fascinating panorama.

Nothing can evolve on an unmovable base. I do not know why we always have the obsession of thinking that we know everything and that our knowledge is perfect and unalterable. What's indisputable should make us feel prisoners of our own laws but on the other hand it makes us feel secure and wise. How curious in the equilibrium we always find the two extremes of a same nature in equal shares. Or isn't it true that the wise man that knows is the one that knows nothing?

In this world everything is relative, Einstein already said it, and even after listening to him we continued to be stubbornly determined in which we know it all and we dominated everything, when in reality, every time that we have discovered something and we have taken a step forward, the same always has proceeded a process of doubt, because to doubt is to exist.

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TRENBIDEA

Published by DEIA, Sept. 15, 2011



All the results from the people’s group activity that concentrate in a determined place call our attention. To me markets, the turmoil of the stores, the bargaining or the people’s conversations in the different stands produce a sensation of life for me, of well-being that I have even tried to materialize in my last album "Ultramarinos & Coloniales". At the end they are so many stories, so many memories, which everything is engraved deep inside of us.

In the world there are many markets and it is difficult for me to just highlight ones from others because each one has his own charm, but the other day I saw a peculiar one, I’m not sure in saying it is fascinating or just crazy. It is about The Death Market, situated in a small town of Samut Songkhram, around 100km from Bangkok, Thailand. It´s an open market (flee market) in which, when you discover its secret, you cannot believe it. It is in the middle of a railroad! Several times a day the train goes right through the middle of this unique bazaar obliging the salespeople to move their stands just in time so the train can pass, then replacing the stock again in its place to sale as if nothing has happen. Everything happens in a normal way, without a lot of hassle, because the salespeople of The Death Market have an incredible ability to set and remove their stands, so when the train comes close they have to clear the track for the monster that every day makes his way literally over all their products.

The capacity that we have from adaptation in our environment is incredible and how when we value something we make good use of it, to its maximum. And it is a pity that when something is abundant or easy to achieve it loses all our interest and even we throw it away. In this case the space is a scarce good and I ask myself: What wouldn't these people do in one of those giant-sized shopping centers that we visit continuously and that have corridors and stores with so ample spaces?

The man’s imagination is able to derive benefit from what almost does not exist and I say almost because all that is imagined already has one way or another its existence.

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LIZTORRAK

Published by DEIA, Sept. 8, 2011




Life is full of small miracles that follow one after another and that, in being an ordinary thing, we disregard them. All the beings that we form this planet's biomass have carried a series of "improvements" always in terms of our needs for the hoped-for survival. But if all of this seems incredible for us when we talk about human, animal beings, etc... our amazement blows out when the characters of the story are insects that hardly surpass by size half of a human finger.

Without going any further a little while ago I discovered that, in the Mexican state of Michoacán, every year million of Monarch butterflies gather together to pass the winter amassed on the branches and the trunk of some spectacular so-called trees Oyamel. The motive is very simple but at the same time as amazing. In order to protect themselves of the freezing temperatures that the butterflies reign in those places, piled up one over another, they spread their wings skywards as if they were solar collectors reflecting the light of the sun toward their neighbors and sharing the heat. What a fascinating adaptation!

And I remember another incredible strategy that the Asiatic bees carry out when they suffer the attack of the sadly famous Asiatic wasps also. When the bees are attacked they crowd around on top of the wasp and they glue themselves till they reach the 45º C that it’s the temperature in which the Asiatic wasps perish.

What kind of mechanism begins to function in order that as much in the case of the butterflies as in the one of the bees among others, not only evolve the brain of a member of cologne, instead "contagious" the whole cologne and even the species?

Already there have been several attacks of the Asiatic wasps to our beehives. Einstein said that, if the bees extinct one day our land, the world such and as we know it would disappear in no time. We already messed up by bringing the wasp here. Now we can only trust that life obliges again our bees to uncover the key that turns on survival's secret mechanism.

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Beldurrik Gabe

Published by DEIA, Sept. 1, 2011


At the end everything is relative.


So many times life pushes you around from one side to another to abandon your comfort and the tranquillity that one "has won" in the course of time. I still don’t understand very well why, but every day I am more convinced that when one reaches that certain level of personal peace, either for oneself or for circumstances of life, the same one, arrives and bottles you in much more "undigested" roads but in the long run offering many more new possibilities.

Today I am going to talk about an incredible adventure that began several years ago when Jeb Corliss, today totally an expert in what is called "Extreme Jump", was immersed in a very strong depression. Nothing managed to draw him out of that state and he came up with the idea of coming closer to this new sport of risk. That way, taking advantage of a negative feeling like absence of illusion for life he used it as a driving force to face a series of events experienced in life of an apparent danger. Jeb is an expert on jumping almost from any place with the only help of a parachute or a simple suit that helps him to glide. He has jumped from The Petronas Towers in Kuala Lumpur, the Eiffel Tower in Paris or the San Francisco Golden Gate and there forward more than 1,000 jumps. His next challenge is in gliding through the hole of Tianmen in China.

Without carrying things to such an extreme like Corliss, the life of any of us tends always toward comfort, to the routine. It’s scary but at the same time it proves to be fascinating to check that fears tortures our existence, undervaluing the achievements that by means of our development we succeed, and it is when worse we go, when we see the least of exits in our life, when we are more capable to reveal and to conquer the deepest terrors, discovering an absolutely inherent magic to the human being, the one of equilibrium, only when you really want to hug death then is it possible to re-find yourself with life.

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ERRONKAK

Published by DEIA, August 25, 2011


Some weeks ago I was thinking about the issue of competition and the use of the same to evolve and getting better in certain practices that we often carry out. In reality, I suspect that the true motor of all this is the achievement of self-imposed goals by oneself or the circumstances of proving to be better than the other people, that is, everything is inside of us and we are, when it comes down to it, the artificers of our own development that always comes from overcoming of our own difficulties. An example of it we can find in a recent study in which it is affirmed that different birds manage to adapt themselves to the modern urban surroundings evolve much more their brain to move for more savage corners. In our cities it already is habitual to find blackbirds, thrushes, magpies, doves, turtledoves, etc., well then, according to various experiments the urban individuals have their brain developed up to a 20% more than their savage relatives. In my opinion, the secret is in the effort one takes to stub for its adaptation in a hostile and different means that change at every moment. The obstacles, problems, the differences, prove to be uncomfortable but, as in this case it is demonstrated, to be necessary to advance. It is flashy than nobody wants to face difficulties, and if possible we prefer to move aside and to get around it in the softest possible way and we do not become aware of the incredible potential that we treasure and that do not use neither develop every time that we avoid an obstacle on our way. I have always had the doubt of if the human beings are design to be able to reach much more superior heights of which we achieved thanks to the use of the confrontation with oneself and with its surroundings. The truth is that it is tiresome and hard but perhaps the rewards is well deserved, because everyone I know that confronted life openly and with the minor possible number of fears is a true treasure to maintain near.

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SOINU SINFONIKOA

Published by DEIA, August 18, 2011



It’s the middle of the night, Tuesday August 16. I get up and it’s 3 in the morning. I turn the TV on and a gentleman is reading the Tarot cards. A great many of people would wish to know which is going to be their future, according to them, to be able to take the correct decisions in their life. Is the future written out? What a fantastic mystery! Just image when I started to "play" with that old trikitixa, with one or two broken-down buttons, if somebody would have been able to tell me the essential point that it would be for me in my life. Seated in the living room, I look back on my long and fascinating career that I have taken to stub with this bellows of hell behind my back and I awake up from that journey with the vertigo of facing in a few hours a new project: Recording next to the Symphony Orchestra of Basque Country, directed by Enrique Ugarte, some of the most important themes of my career. Of course the idea impassions me and at the same time it is a hoped-for project years ago. It is not easy to try to join two worlds like the one of classical music with the folk music or more traditional. Few times they interweave. We already work side by side previously in a concert officiated at the Kursaal of Donostia, but now we are going to ruffle up the curl and to make together, in a different and more innovative way, the themes selected for such project, side by side, that will be from those beginning songs that accompany me from the very start of my music career till the last new album Ultramarinos & Coloniales. Definitively, we want to achieve a high-quality music and energy album filled with illusion, effort and lots of talent. Who would have said year’s ago that a trikitixa would be seen accompanied by the whole symphony orchestra? I´m so excited thinking about that, aside from being new recording album, we are also creating new roads to explore, as much in classical music as in traditional one, uncovering new frontiers to an instrument like the trikitixa. I hope that between all of us we will be able to materialize all the unique and special moments that we are going to live thanks to the music. Now if the future of today was written or not in the present of yesterday, it’s the least important. Break a leg!!!!

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