Juanitas Fear of Boots

Juanita she have big big phobia for dirty boots. When the army come her village, she remember they break through her door with their feet first. She hide under the bed and she hear the scream and fighting, but all she see are the boots. They put the dirt everywhere on her clean floor, over the pretty rainbow rug her aunties make, and break the house she make for her dolls.

The boot also kick the red stain from her father. When they take him away, they leave the stain behind on the wall, in the corner. After they are gone she try and she try to make clean the wall, just like before, but no matter how she work, this she can never make clean again.

Last year we find her walk the forest all alone. She look very sad, so I ask her if maybe she want help us find the the cheeky yellow monkey who take my underpants. She make the big smile, and soon we become good friend.

Now she live here with us in my pueblo. She make the best bread in whole of Chiapas.

She like keep her kneepit very clean, and will be happy see you if you ever come visit.

Just remember please to leave your dirty boot at the door.

Juanita say thank you.

Change change change

Hlllo my friendies! Sorry no write much now. Pablo have trouble get to computer - is far away long walk. Where I live is hard sometimes. If you have no leg like me can be very tough. Also some monkeys bite me when we playing the whippyass. Now my hand go blue and I lose some finger.



Cannot blame the poor monkey, is good fun game. But this can give me problems sometime. And If you hear about what happen with my sore avocado problems - well maybe you lose all respects for me no?

Anyways, so I see you crazy Friday people's want know about changes eh? OK... So I am thinking like this:

So many people in my life. They come and go. One day I have mama
and papa. Next day I have a dead dog.


Thing always change here. But somehow I think the same feeling eat at my inside. You can change the shirt but the pain inside hurt the same as before.

Only thing change for Pablo is I try not forget the good time. The same hand that strangle my dog could swing me round in the sky make me fly like the toucan. Where mama's empty chair now broken and stinky, was one time her breasts which kept me warm and safe. When my doggie run away for the last time, he left me his slobber all over my pillow. So now I am thinking still my family and love are with me now, when I close my eyes and ears they come be with me. Keep Pablo alive.

Soon I will make the big party for them. In one month or more there is fiesta for the dead, I will make big party like the old times.

I invite you all my friends. I will bake many potatoes ready for make fat your faces.

Adios amigos! See you soon!