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!

Monday, October 22, 2007


It take me many weeks to make my journey through the forests and mountains of this land. In this time I have seen many wonderful new thing – but also some very sad thing too.

I see fear in the eye of many like me who wander the road, looking for food, some pesos, some place to be. Like me they have left their homes, but not like they have no kneepit to go back to.

I watch the fear as it grows in peoples eyes when they hear the army trucks come, or they hear the guns that scream the pain of their lost loved ones.

But is not just the living who have no place to go. Here I see the dead sprits walking at night - their resting places destroyed by the modern world, and the new gods sent to 'save' them.

When they come walking I will always greet them and invite them sit by the fire with me, this way they feel less lonely and afraid.

Sometimes they speak, but some words I cannot understand.

Mostly they sing their slow sad songs, making Pablo sleepy.

When I wake I am fresh and happy, thinking of the new day, knowing that it may bring me soon to my mommas arms!

Until next time my friends.



ElizT said...

I hope you have a good map, Pablo! It would be bad if people had to look for you as well as for your Mama,with all those spirits confusing things.
Keep those potatoes in your lunch-box away from the ants.

the heartful blogger said...

Love the colours in this picture - dreamlike and wild.