Art. 1
Everything is born and dies in Aizkorri.
Art. 2
Euskal Herriko sagardoa is never as good as when poured from the top of the refuge.
Art. 3
The sun burns, the moon shines.
Art. 4
I only find myself when I am lost.
Art. 5
Dead people don’t need insurance.
Art. 6
Winter isn’t coming—we are coming to it.
Art. 7
There is no path because my destiny is to draw a new one.
Art. 8
The best pintxos grow in Artzanburu and get stuck in my calves.
Art. 9
Woods in autumn, mountains in winter, ocean in spring, caves for the rest of the year.
Art. 10
Gabachos or guiris, yes. Domingueros, no.
Art. 11
I don’t fear the dark, nor the cold, nor death—but I do fear the tourist information center.
Art. 12
Memories are made from the unexpected.
Art. 13
Reasonable wishes and maps kill the unexpected.
Art. 14
The sleeping bag is a cradle fed by the Milky Way; the duvet, a dreamless tomb.
Art. 15
Hasta que los huecos no se conviertan en agujeros, no se llama al helicóptero.