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Two birds   A little beautiful story.  Two friends of mine in their daily walk in the woods. In the hills of Sta. Barbara. Suddenly, a bird. A beautiful bird full of colour. Yellow. Red. Black. White... They watched at it in delight. They thought it surely was a bird escaped from some cage. But it wasn't. It was just a goldfinch. Carduelis carduelis . But it is true. For someone not used to staring birds up close, goldfinches are not a usual sight. Let's accept it. Watched from more than 5 meters, a colourful bird turns into brown. It has no beautiful colours at all.  But sometimes, who knows why, it comes close to you. Or, perhaps, it has no chance to fly away. Or whatever the reason, you manage to watch it, and its colours show up again. So you discover there are wonderful birds around you. They have always been there. But not for you. They have just appeared.  One of those wonderful birds is the blue tit. Cyanistes caeruleus. The blue colour, the cyan, is present ...

 

  Lehendabizi, kafe bat udaletxearen aurrean. Gero, lanera.

 Zergatik ez dute zikoina guztiek migratzen neguan Afrikara? Batzuk hemen geratzen dira... Laister, erreportajea telebistan. Gasteiz aldera joan nintzen zikoinak grabatzera, Salburuara.

  Komikiaren nostalgia. Noizean behin istorio bat kontatzeko gogoa sartzen zait komikiaren formatuan. Ez dut inoiz komiki handu/luze/kalitate handikorik egin. Orain, indarrak bilduta, has nintekeen horretan, baina ez dakit egingo dudan.  Nolanahi ere, komikiak egiteko deia entzuten dut batzuetan nire buruan. Comic. Komiki. Istorio marraztua. Oso formato txikian egin dut aste honetan, aitortzen dut irratian hegaztiei buruzko elkarrizketa mundial bat egin ondoren.    Gidoia landu gabe... marraztearen gogo hutsarengatik.