Hello friends. My name is Pablo and I live in a small kneepit deep in the jungles of Chiapas. Here you I make the stories happy and sad and some other places inbetween. I hope you like! Welcome here in my kneepit!

Sunday, March 26, 2006


Monster

This is me and my father.

He very cold hard man.

Many times I hear my mother call him monster. She shout and scream and me I hide and I cry in the corner of my kneepit.

This one time he make me eat my dog.

I remember now how he laugh that day. When he his friends drink the chica he tell them same story many time.

Now I tell you same story, but please I don't want you laugh at me.

Those days I wish him dead. Now he dead I wish him here with me, hold my hand again.

7 comments:

the heartful blogger said...

Dear Pablo, I'm sorry to read your sad story, it really moved me. But it's good that you can make a drawing from your memory, maybe it helps to hurt a bit less? It's a great drawing too, you look very sweet in it as a child. It's also very brave to admit both your feelings of hate and love for your father. It's not easy to do that. Thanks for visiting my blog and offering to have a fiesta for Sydney, I think he'd like that very much.

HARDWAX said...

Sorry your father was less than idea,interesting pictures come from sad places in the heart sometimes.

Tony Sarrecchia said...

Pablo--very sad story. Sometimes its Unkown to our parents how much we will crave love from others because of the things they do.

Nice illo.

pablo said...

You nice peoples touching me very much. Make poor Pablo very happy man.

I could tell when Papa bury my brother in the Jungle one days. He not make me eat him like he make me eat the dogs. Papa say he want I grow big strong bastard like he, not weak like my brother. But then they both dead now, so I only grow like Pablo can grow. Is all I am have left now.

But Pablo no sad, Pablo use his tears, like when the rains come, and they make help my potatoes grow big and tasty. I make strong from my story. Not worry for Pablo. I have food and friend in my kneepit. I have you new friends. I am livings good.

I hope for you the same good heart.

Pablo Vive!

Keith! said...

Pablo!! Thanks for your nice comment about my picture.

I really enjoyed visiting here. You are too funny!

Lots of laughs,

Keith!

curiosa said...

Great things come to those who finally find their kneepit. Usually, this is the work and the journey of the very few and the very curageous. You are indeed a wise man Pablo, sharing his knowledge with the world. Thanks for that, your work is extremely moving.

Rrramone said...

What a touching story. If it is true, I can understand how you would feel that way. Very nice.