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Nutukay Genaro Ramírez Vásquez. Ninesik tik Witzapan tik ne metzti chiknawi ipal ne shiwit 1933, ne ikunew Juana Ramírez wan Catarino Vásquez. Nunan itekiw muchi pal ne kal, wan nuteku itekiw tik ne kojtan. Ne ume ipal Kushkatan.

My name is Genaro Ramirez Vasquez. I was born in Santo Domingo de Guzmán in September, 1933, the son of Juana Ramirez and Catarino Vasquez. My mother was a housewife, and my father worked in the fields. Both were from El Salvador.

Niktaya ne tal pal niktuka ne mil, pal tik nukal muchi nupijpilawan wan nusiwaw te kiseliat mayan. Kiunij panuk sujsul shijshiwit.

I worked the land and grew corn so that my children and wife wouldn’t go hungry. So the years went by.

Kunij walajtuya se nawataketza ipal Meshikal pal tamachtia ne Nawataketzalis, wan kenhayuk kinetuya kaj kipalewia iwan muchi ne tajtamachtiani. Né ninemik kashtuli tunal iwanmet. Né nechishmatijket ka naja niweli nitaketza Nawat, wan kwak nemik ukseseyuk senputzuat teya nechajkawket ma te niu.

Then a Nahuatl speaker from Mexico came to teach the language, and once more he wanted somebody to help him with the teachers. I was there with them for two weeks. There I was recognised for my knowledge of Nawat, and afterwards I got invited to all the meetings.

That year I went to Honduras; in 1993 I went to Mexico (I was in the state of Campeche); in 1994 I went to Guatemala (I accompanied a junior Tempisque dance group); in 1995 I went to Mexico again (I was in the province of Tlashkala, where we met native-language-speaking craftsmen); and in 2000 I went to Paraguay.

Father Corn, we ask you never to abandon us in our home, for if you are absent from our home we shall endure hunger.

Ipal yaja tesu nemituya kal nemi tzaktuk. Yaja weli kalaki melka nemi tzaktuk.

For him no house was ever closed. He could get in even if the door was locked.

Pejkia ne shupan! Pejkia wetzi ne at! Muchi ne jaral yawi mulini wan ne tal yawia shushuknajkisa. Ne takwalmet yawita kipiat itakwal, yawit mutaliat tumawak wan te yawit kiseliat mayan. Yajika ne tushupan yaja techtakwaltia muchi tay tinemit ijpak ne tal, wan kichiwa ka tuweyka mutetzilnajkisa, tumawaya wan weya. Yajika, kaj kenka Tiut? ka yaja techtuktia ne at; kituktia ne shalnaj ejekat pal tikijiukwit; ne tunal pal techtawilua ne tal kan tiktaliat tujtukshi pal weyat ne kwajkwawit pal tikutunat wan iwan yaja tiketzat ne tukal kan tinemit; nusan ne kan nemit ne tukujkunew, kan te techmaka ne tunal, kan tesu tisekmikit. Yajika kaj weliskia kichiwa tay Tiut kichiwa tuwan?

Winter has begun! The rain has begun to fall! All the fields will sprout and the land will turn green. The animals will have their food, they will grow fat and will not go hungry. Therefore our winter feeds us all who are upon the earth, and makes our body grow full, healthy and strong. Therefore, who is like unto God? for he sends us rain; he sends us air to breathe; the sun to cast light on the earth on which we tread so that the trees will grow and we can cut wood with which to build our homes where we live; where our children also live, where we shelter from the sun, where we do not feel the cold. Therefore who else could do what God does for us?

Ne ikal ne tzikat tentuk iwan takwal. Yaja tesu keman musewia kitemua takwal. Yaja kitemua iswat wan takil ipal ne kwajkwawit.

The ant’s home is full of food. It never stops looking for food. It hunts for the leaves and fruit of trees.