My most valuable possession is an o

My most valuable possession is an old, slightly warped blond guitar--the first instrument I taught myself how to play. It's nothing fancy, just a Madeira folk guitar, all scuffed and scratched and finger-printed. At the top is a bramble of copper-wound strings, each one hooked through the eye of a silver tuning key. The strings are stretched down a long, slim neck, its frets tarnished, the wood worn by years of fingers pressing chords and picking notes. The body of the Madeira is shaped like an enormous yellow pear, one that was slightly damaged in shipping. The blond wood has been chipped and gouged to gray, particularly where the pick guard fell off years ago. No, it's not a beautiful instrument, but it still lets me make music,

Hasil (Maori) 1:

Taku kainga tino nuinga ko te koroheke, paku parori kitā hate - te mea tuatahi i whakaako ahau ahau pehea ki te tākaro. Ko te kahore rerehua, noa he iwi kitā Mateilá, scuffed me Rakuraku me maihao-tā katoa. I te tihi ko te tumatakuru o aho parahi-motu, ia tetahi potae i roto i te kanohi o te kī kita hiriwa. Kua totoro iho te aho i te kaki roa, pīrahi, tikokitanga ona e amuamu, te rakau mau e tau o maihao pēhi tangiata me kato tuhipoka. āhua te tinana o te Mateilá te rite te pea kōwhai nui, kotahi e i paku pakaru i roto i te kaipuke. Kua te rakau hate kua matoli ka tikarohia ki hina, tino wahi hinga te kaitiaki huri atu tau ki muri. No, e kore te reira i te mea ataahua, engari i te reira ka taea tonu kia ahau waiata,