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TOAlthough my mother’s language could hardly have been Galician (my mother’s family was from Extremadura), but I am not a mother learned As it were, at least not in the strict sense of sociolinguistics, which distinguishes learning a second (or third, or fourth…) language from acquiring a mother tongue, processes governed by radically different mental dynamics. I knew, therefore, badly not being able to put it clearly, that Galician permeated me in early childhood and crystallized in a few that I had no auditory or oral acquisition, so that, for example, since you missed or missed the years, they never again didn’t exchange a word in Spanish with meu pai. Therefore, my modest contribution to the parnaso das letras (in the form of essays, technical papers, collections of poems and an infinity of decorative collaborations) was, with a few exceptions, in our language without the conviction that, to a good extent, the Famous Theses of Sapir – Whorf contain an indisputable word: lingua models, or modulates, or thinks. I also share the beautiful idea of ​​the two Romantics that the lingua is one of the two elements inherent in it. Volksgeist ou espírito dos pobos. In short, the fullness of intellectual maturity, I feel that my language is a defeat that defines my map of the world or calé.

Oh Spanish result and me, unha lingua moi dear. É a lingua de miña avoa, de miña madriña, de miña nai. It is the language of Manrique, Quevedo, Bécquer, Baroja, Borges, the twinkling stars of the universe. How can you not love her?

We all want to do what we are conscientiously assigned to do right, but the world is an imperfect, wild, hybrid place, and a very big one at that. Tanxu brilliantly confirmed: there are no limits. Those that do exist are false and always impose blindness or intolerance.

A Polish woman, who had been in Galicia for twenty years learning the violin from a boy, scored 100 out of 100 on objective tests for a violin teacher at the Ames Municipal Music School. But he did not pass C1 Galician and this square went to a rival with a score of 35 in violin, but he passed Celga. We are doing something wrong, I think, and it would be a good thing to do.