Estas jamás olvidaré, son del pueblo antiguo de Saiko. El maestro de pintura de telas me enseña cómo se escribe con tinta. Yo le regado una pintura de mi región del maule. La pega en la muralla con orgullo diciendo "chiri", sadamerica le decía yo.
Me regaló el timbre con que firmaba sus obras. Todo un símbolo.
Mara gives me the photos that she has taken from our walks.
These will never forget, they are of the old town of Saiko. The teacher of painting of cloths teaches me how he are written with ink. I showered a painting of my region. He hit it in the wall with pride saying "chiri," "sadamerica" I said him.
He gave me the bell with which he signed their works. All a symbol.
These will never forget, they are of the old town of Saiko. The teacher of painting of cloths teaches me how he are written with ink. I showered a painting of my region. He hit it in the wall with pride saying "chiri," "sadamerica" I said him.
He gave me the bell with which he signed their works. All a symbol.
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