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, May 21, 2006


This my mamma and papa when they young and not so happy.

Just before this time, my mama, she have brother who die brave when army attack to take the land they had. After this my Papa, he come try make her happy again, he talk her about love and the good future and all the bambinos they will be having.

They tell me my papa and mama make little Pablo under this tree of love and sorrow. That just when they make love they see the crow fly and sit in the tree.

They say the bird was the soul my dead uncle. And he watch over my mama always. But my uncle he never like my papa. This is why my Papa he wear the hat so my dead uncle cannot poop on him when he try the romance my mamma.

They tell me when I was young how much I am like my uncle.

Maybe this why my papa never love me? I dunno. But he dead now so no problem.

PS. If you is sad I suggest you eating the jalopena chilli potato nanbana cake my mama always teach me is very good for sorrow. She very wise and brave woman I think. I love her very much. One day I look forward to see her again. One day I hope she can come back.

Adios my amigos!


Lea said...

that is a beautiful story pablo....i hope you will keep this illustration to show your own bambinos one day and tell them this story

Kaya said...

This is a lovely painting and your story is great too, funny and sad. Keep creating!