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Ini nutechan Witzapan. Tik ne nutechan ninestuk. Nin kan munutza ne Nawat ka nemia pal muelkawa.

This is my village, Witzapan. In my village I was born. Here is spoken Nawat, which has nearly been forgotten.

aquí donde se habla el náhuat

— Naja nina ka sejse majmawit wan uksejseuk ishpinawat. Nin ken nujme muchiwtuk sujsul teyek iwan ne Metzali, ne Pipilmet. Te tiwelit tikelkawat.

— Creo que algunos tienen miedo y otros se avergüenzan. Aquí como en todas partes se les ha hecho mucho mal a los indígenas, los pipiles. ¡No podemos olvidarlo!

Están vestidos los padres?

But in this case, once there was a smart man who held that what they came to do in our town was too much.

Today, the 13th of July and St. Anthony's day, I am here in my house together with my friend who comes from far away. He likes to hear stories about what has taken place in my town.

Today I'm going to tell him that there is an old man here who himself has told me that his mother and his father are there in the arch. (There is a natural rock-arch very near Santo Domingo de Guzmán.)

Therefore, here in my bag are big cowpies; that's what I ate, not bread.

Nuamikuj ikustuj na nikchiwa kontar cuentos de cosas ke chiwki suceder nin tik nutechan, an nikchij kontar una cosa ke nutatanoy nechiwki kontar Ya nechilwij ka nin tik tutechan kaj de mala suerte kimutiat, kisa se animal ke yejemet kilwiat "Tzuntekumat". Yajika nutatanoy nechchiwki akonsejar kaj te ma ninejnemi tayua porke tamutiat.

My friend likes me to tell him stories about the things that have taken place in my town. Now I'm going to tell him something that my grandfather told me. He told me that in our town unfortunately one can be frightened. There's a creature they call the "skull". So, my grandfather advised me not to walk at night because they terrify you.