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, April 23, 2006

Robot attack my kneepit

Sometimes I dream I have my leg again.
I dance my magic dance through the jungle to try stop the big robot machine that would come take away life from my kneepit.
I dance so hard, in the morning I wake so tired.
I look out and count the tears that fell from the sky in the night.
Sometimes I give my tears to the ground - so one day some new life can grow.

Maybe one day my leg grow back too.

Until then I can dance and fight in my dream.

3 comments:

aynaku said...

hi, I like your drawings!please beware of robots, hold on!
ciao

the heartful blogger said...

Oh Pablo! Your stories always break my heart. You're an inspiration.

vibraslapper said...

You would have made a groovy cowboy, but it's better that you weren't, stay on the right side, don't become one of the gringos. Peace.