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!

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

the moons of Palenque


Ola amigos!

I have been having a hard one this week.

You see, is a long trip for a someone no leg like me make my way over mountain to the sea.

Some places I see nothing but dark ahead. Some times I was thinking I must give up, go back and never see my momma, or the sand and the sea.

You see was a long time ago I eat my last potato and now I must eat what I find in jungle floor. Is not easy.

Each night I hear roar my belly button jaguar, and I must rub him very hard make him shut his face.

As I head north up the hills I see the fruit from the forest seem to be hiding away more and more from me, make me weak and my eyes spin round my brain like the time I eat the funny fungus.

So there I am, lying in the muck, singing to the blue moon in the sky, when out of the shrubbery come a ghost man, long white dress, hair black and long, scars run down his old crumply cheeks and big big nose big like the toucan birdy.

I am so very tired, I think I must be dreaming, or maybe it is some angel come to take me to meet my dead friends. So I give him a smile, welcome him and sing him my bestest song.

Soon there are many more angels come, watching, listening me, waiting for something…

Next I know it is daytime and I wake up near some old, beautiful stone temple, naked under soft flower smelly white sheet. Now I can see where all the fruits must have gone, for in front of me are so many jams and breads Pablo cry out with joy!

After I stuff my face stupid the man with the funny nose he tell me they are in this village the last of the Lacandon Indians – forced to run from the world when the devil it come to take their history and land. He say he come to help when he hear the sad songs I sing, like they hear the pain in my heart, and this make us brothers (or some such thing – Pablo not too sure - they speak a bit funny you know?). He tell me all about their ancestor the Maya and how now they are hiding, waiting for the world to start up again. Me I tell them of my kneepit adventures, my dead doggie, my mamma and my potatoes. We become good friends.



Anyways, after many more talkings, I realise I am very dirty (after many days Pablo start to smell like the burros underpants).
So they take me go for a swim in some big water they are calling sueƱos olvidados (see this picture – can you see me? Understand that Pablo must be keeping my hat on because many ladies present!).



After much fun and frollickings in the lake I tell them it is time I must be going. Before I leave they give me special magic arrows to protect me from the monsters I may meet on the way, and they also teach me how to make the special Mayan guanny banny passion pie - for to make the lady nice and comfy should I ever be feeling lonely!

Me, I promise to come back one day, bring them some of my special potato pancakes fresh from my kneepit. That day we promise to make the fiesta under the stars and make everything well again with the world.

Adios amigos – hope you can be joining me some time soon again!

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More about the plight of the Lacandon Indians.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

A Pablo Poem


Yes, I have started my big journey.
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I am moving north, to the sea, where I dream my mamma is waiting for me with open arm and warm bosoms.
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At night it very cold and lonely in the mountain.
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This one night I come across a valley where the clouds they go to sleep. It look so peaceful out there, it make me want to jump into the soft whiteness and sleep with the dead souls who live in the sky.
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This make me think of old Toltec poem song. Is about the world without Quetzalcoatl – the god of light. I hope you like.
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...the book of souls has come to an end, alas, everything has reached its conclusion, no longer do I care to live here.
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Who will take me? Who will go with me? I am ready to be taken, alas. All that was fresh, the perfume, my flowers, my songs, have gone along with them.
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Great is my affliction, weighty is my burden; I write out a new song concerning it, that some time I may speak it there where I shall go, a song to be known when I shall leave the earth, that my soul shall live after I have gone from here, that my fame shall live fresh in memory.
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I cried aloud, I looked about, I reflected how I might see the root of song, that I might plant it here on the earth, and that then it should make my soul to live. The sweet exhalations of the lovely flowers rose up uniting with our flowers; one hears them growing as my song buds forth, filled with my words our flowers stand upright in the waters.
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But the flowers depart, their sweetness is divided and exhales, the fragrant poyomatl rains down its leaves where I, the poet, walk in sadness...
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From Here Begin Songs For The Teponaztli
The Project Gutenberg EBook of Ancient Nahuatl Poetry, by Daniel G. Brinton
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Don't forget come look about visit me my kneepit lands. Is many happy fun times!
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Adios amigos!

Pablo’s journey begins


It is with great pain I give you my happy news.
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I decide to follow the fireflies and go find my future, whatever that may be.
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Maybe I find my momma and my lost legs and dance the happy happy every night by the sea side.
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Or maybe I get kidnapped and sold to plantation bosses who will make me their slave and slowly torture and poison my lungs and the earth with their evil bananas like they do with many poor peoples no one ever sees.
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I dunno. All I know is Pablo has got to go and follow the flies.

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Before I go I say adios to my friends Frank, Chico, Juanita, the cheeky spider monkeys and my beloved potato farm. Since maybe I will never see them again, I take a little bit from each of them to carry with me in my little bag (Juanita - she give me many slappings before I get something from her).

I am hoping you will join me and help make my journey less lonely.

Adios amigos!

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Pablo’s summer fiesta

The potato harvest was a good one. Juanita made tortillas and Pablo had everyone eating his most favourite fry potato in bread with peacante green salsa. To help with the eatings they have guannybanny juice which some try mixing with the tequila making them howl with the monkeys.

Now there is much dancing. Pablo must sit and watch them spin around and around the big fire moving to the sound of the forest tree and the big wind. The cheeky yellow monkeys have come too, to feast on the many nanbannas and to whip the asses of the slow dancers make them go faster and faster.

Pablo keep serving drinks and potatoes, chatting with his new friends, and the old ones. But also he keep on watching, looking into the black forest for some sign from his momma.

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Just when the fire is at its strongest, Pablo sees them coming. They come buzzing from the north, one hundred or more fireflies light up the skies so fast they make dizzy and scared the guests who all run to hide in each others kneepits. They see the flies come down and make the party. They eat all the potato and green mush that was left, drink all the guannyganny cocktails and then they fly away as quick as they were coming back to the northern hills.



Pablo sees that the people have gone quiet and scared so to make better he sing the song of the rabbits hairy forest – the one his momma teach him when he was a bambino – and soon everyone begin to make happy once more, with dancings and laughings and fightings and howlings like all good parties they must have.

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Many hours later the sun come to tell everyone the fiesta must finish for one more year. Pablo say goodbye to all his old friends, all his new ones and to the cheeky monkeys and capybaras who came to enjoy the fun too.

Pablo is so very tired, but now how can he sleep? Now he has a big big problem.

Pablo must decide.

Should he take a big voyage of discovery - follow the fireflies north over the secret mountains and past the dangerous gringo army camps to the seaside, for surely that is where his momma must be?

Or should he stay in his kneepit with all his friends, keeping the crops safe from the evil rank tatty scabs?

Pablo knows his momma said to him he must always follow his heart – but what to do when your heart is broken in different pieces?

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Come back soon to find out what Pablo decide!

Adios my amigos!

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Potato Museum

Pablo find new place to go visit - the potato museum!

Make me happy thinking some people's love potatoes like Pablo like potatoes!

One day I must try to draw a potato.

Until that day my friends!

Adios!

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Sunday, July 08, 2007

Pablo follows the firefly

Last night Pablo wake up from a dark dark sleep.

He see small fire that fly in the air in his kneepit window.

He think it call to him so Pablo must follow the fire through the door.

The fly take Pablo through the jungle, just ahead his face, too far for his hand to touch.
After one hour maybe more the fly disappear into the ground. Everything is so dark again.

Pablo sit down and feel the floor so very soft with leaves and mucky dirt.

Suddenly Pablo feel very much like sleeping.

So Pablo begin to sleep and then he dream of the sea, the clear warm water that lick the toes, the funny fishes that swim up to Pablo and smile and do the fishy dancings. Pablo hear many people laugh, some small people some bigger ones, then he hear the voice of his Momma:

“Pablito, dear Pablito, you must wake up now. You must go back to your kneepit and harvest the potato for the summer fiesta. Many people will come Pablito and they will all be needing your potatoes to make them happy. Adios my dear bambinito!”

When Pablo wakes on the mucky floor it is light. He wakes up all wet where he has been crying for his mama. Pablo wash the mud from his eyes in the small pool of tears he has made. When he stand up he can see the potato field.

He know what he must do.




Pablo take off his shirt and start to dig and dig.

He dig for his momma and for all the friends he have now and for all the friend he will make new.

Pablo begin to smile and sing the song of plenty for make good the harvest this year.

"It will be a good fiesta", Pablo is thinkings, "many will come make fat their faces."

"I only wish mamma could come too."

Heaven

Sometimes I Pablo am having this dream. Is a very nice dream.

I dream I will go live the most beautiful kneepit in the world of kneepit.


Then I wake up, and my bed it is soggy from my weepings, so I must go sleep in basket my dead doggie.

There I am liking to dream about swim with the sweet smelly nanbana cakes. Yum Yum - happy dreams!

Adios amigos!

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Pablo’s magic tears


This week’s twisty Illustration Friday remind me of how I must twist my handkerchief to squeeze away the soggy head gremlins come out of my face sometimes. Also make me think of the story my mamma tell me some time ago.

Warning from Pablo: Make sure you got a nice face rag handy in case you cry too!

Enjoy!


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Washed by tears and slobber, Momma dried little Pablo between her hefty bosoms and spoke sweetly to her child:

“Oh my dear Pablito. You must understand that one day I shall go away and you must tend to the potatoes yourself”

“But momma, I am too small for to dig the potatoes. And how can I carry the water to the fields when I have no legs?”

Momma sighed and said “Dear Pablito, you will not always be so small. You are like a small potato sprout right now, but you will grow into a fine strong plant one day, big enough to feed all the monkeys in the jungle.”

“But my legs? How can I be quick and strong like you and carry the water from the river to the potato field and make the crop grow?”

“For this my Pablito, one day I must break my own heart to leave you. Only when I am gone will you move without legs the water the earth needs to live.”

With that Pablo began to feel sad, so very sad his cheeks began to shake with pain, so the water it came so much and so strong he thought it would never stop.

“But how mamma – how can you leave me here in tears?”

“There, there Pablito. Tears are good not bad. Without tears you have no heart, and without a heart you cannot love.”

His mother looked Pablo in the eyes and gave him her handkerchief.

“I want you to take this Pablito. Always use this to catch the water from your eyes when you think of your Momma after I am gone.”

“Remember your tears are the most precious jewels in the world Pablito. And from these tears you can always make grow the biggest potatoes.”

“Your momma will always love you, Pablito.”

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Pablo remembers this story very well. He still have the handkerchief which he wear everyday around his neck. He remember how his momma give him his life, and how she break his heart.

Pablo thinks about how very lucky little Pablito was, to have known such a momma like this.

Pablo won a woot!


Pablo says many thanks to Mr Unknowings for his lovely present of an award.
Also like to say thanking you very much to Nina for her kind words and inspirings to tell more of my happysad stories. This good cos Pablo has been a bit of a lazy bloggy ass lately, but now he thinks he can tell some more stories of his mamma and his potatoes.
Pablo happy!