¡Colores!; 608; A Mi Raza: Sabine Ulibarri; Sabine Stories Fall Blacksmith/End Grandma

So what's the final going to be in your class? I don't know. We're out there in Maniana Land. Yeah. Some of the students didn't have any, you were written for them. I'm going to make a presentation about a film, and talk about the film and why they like it. Well, I have analyzed these stories. I guess it's a very good stuff. Yeah. Very interesting, you know. I am always amazed at what other people see in my story. They come. The cigar that had once been a symbol of authority had now become an instrument of love. I am

convinced that in the solitude and in the silence with a smell and taste of the tobacco, there in the smoke my grandmother established some kind of mystical communication with my grandfather. Okay. Right there. And in those conditions, the decisions were made. The positions were taken that ran the business that directed the family. There in the light or in the shade of an old love, now an eternal love, the spiritual strength was forged that kept my grandmother straight, tall and slender, a throbbing woman of stone facing the winds and storms

of her full life. Right there. And in those conditions, the decisions were made. The positions were taken. Right there. And in those conditions, the decisions were made. The positions were taken that ran the business in directed the family. There in the light or in the shade of an old love, now an eternal love, the spiritual strength was forged that kept my grandmother straight, tall and slender, a throbbing woman of stone facing the winds

and storms of her full life. Tomorrow will be another day, but my grandmother will be the same. One more time. I think it's would instead of tomorrow would be another day, but my grandmother would continue being the same one, and I was happy. Not so good, huh? Tomorrow would be another day, but my

grandmother would continue being the same one, and I was happy. Any time. Tomorrow would be another day, but my grandmother would still be the same, and I was happy. Did I have a frog in my throat? I didn't hear it.

Probably for the very first time in my life, I neither saw nor felt the beauty of that landscape that had always thrilled me so. I was no longer a part of it, as I had always been. I was now alien to the nature that surrounded me. I was on a different plane from that which lives and dies, and is born again without pain, that which laughs and sings both in life and in death. I was a gloomy spirit, driven and tortured, a soul suspended between life and death belonging

to neither. Probably for the first time in my life, I neither saw nor felt the beauty of that landscape that had thrilled me always so much. I was no longer a part of it, as I had always been. I was now alien to the nature that surrounded me. I was on a different plane from that which lives and dies, and is born again without pain, that which laughs and sings both in life and in death. I was a gloomy spirit, driven and tortured, a soul suspended between life and death belonging to neither. Probably for the first time in my life,

I neither saw nor felt the beauty of that landscape that had always thrilled me so. I was no longer a part of it, as I had always been. I was now alien to the nature that surrounded me. I was on a different plane from that which lives and dies, and is born again without pain, that which laughs and sings both in life and in death. I was a gloomy spirit, driven and tortured, a soul suspended between life and death belonging to neither. How beautifully

nature clothes itself and what a smiling face it assumes when it's going to die. It is probably because she knows that the glories of today will be repeated next year and the year after eternally. It may be because she knows that after the winter comes spring, that death is near neither sorrow nor an end, but a rest in the beginning. She can live because she has not the slightest fear of death. I feared it, therefore I could not live. How beautifully nature clothes herself and what a smiling face it assumes when it's going to die. It probably is because

she knows that the glories of today will be repeated next year and the year after eternally. It may be because she knows that after the winter comes spring, that death is neither sorrow nor the end, but a rest in the beginning. She can live because she has not the slightest fear of death. I feared it, therefore I could not live. She can live because she has not the slightest fear of death. I feared it, therefore I could not live. She can live

because she does not have the slightest fear of death. I feared it, therefore I could not live. She can live because she does not have the slightest fear of death. Any time. There is a menu always. There is a menu always, but death. Is this one of those days? There is a menu almost never spoke. And when he spoke, he said very little. He hummed to himself. He whistled to himself. He muttered to himself. We realized without knowing how, that this communion was something very private. The contrast between

the serenity, almost sweetness of that face, in a state of repose, and the fury, with which he worked, was something to see. He hammered with a ferocity that filled the shop, with a streak -so -wounded iron, with tears of light, and with a fuselade, with which the dying iron defended itself. He roused the colds to leap in rage, by pricking them in the face with fiery medals. The smoke of battle covered and begrined us all. This one has to be done over. Give him one more. Anytime. I am having a problem with that name. As a menu almost never spoke. And when he did, he didn't say much. He whistled to himself. He muttered

to himself. We realized, without knowing how, that this communion was something very private. The contrast between the serenity, almost sweetness, of that face in a state of repose, and the fury, with which he worked, was something to see. He hammered with a ferocity, that filled the shop, with a streak -so -wounded iron, with tears of light, and with a fuselade, with which the dying iron defended itself. He roused the colds to leap in rage, by pricking them in the face with fiery medals. The smoke of battle covered and begrined us all. The contrast between the

serenity, almost sweetness, of that face in a state of repose, and the fury, with which he worked, was something to see. Yeah. The contrast between the serenity, almost sweetness, of that face in a state of repose, and the fury, with which he worked, was something to see. The smoke of the battle covered, and begrined us all. You're mistaken. You forget

that those sentiments, and the tie that you feel, for the people in the land, are things of the flesh, of the heart. Wonderful read we have. You're mistaken. You forget that those things, you feel, you're mistaken. You forget that those sentiments, and the tie that you feel, for the people in the land, are things of the flesh, things of the heart. You're mistaken.

You forget that those sentiments, and the tie that you feel, for the people in the land, are things of the flesh, things of the heart.