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!

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!

death eating potatoes

One day death come to my kneepit.

I ask Juanita for some tortilla bread and I make for him my favourite green potato salad pancake and we eat and make merry for many hours together.

Death he tell me all about how busy he is working up in the northern hills and valleys not too far away, where the gringo pay the army to make the evil with the villages they don’t want up there anymore. This make death so very sad to see some many nice peoples forced to leave their lives, their history behind in the hills for to make money for some peoples many many miles away. Death feel sorry for the young bambinos too who come to him too early, before they have had time to taste the fruits from the tall trees.

After Death had eaten, Pablo give him his hammock for to make a siesta. Pablo watch Mr Death sleeping and seeing him having the bad bad dreams, Pablo hold his hand, and sing him the sweet kookaburrdy lullabye his mamma sing him when he was small, for to make Death sleep better.

Death sleep for many hours. When he wake he stretch his arms and legs. Pablo give him some of his mate de coca drink and Death he feel happy and relaxed. But when he look out the window he see it is already getting dark.

“I am sorry Pablo, but I cannot take you this time. There is much work to do in the village of San Juan and I am late already. I will have to come back for you some other time.”

Pablo said “Don't worry about Pablo senor, I shall be here. Next time you come I welcome you again like the brother I never have."

And with that Death bid farewell to Pablo and headed off northwards towards the echo of gunshots and the drifting smoke of San Juan.

Pablo looking forward very much to next time Mr Death he come, for then Pablo will make for him his special potato leaf stew.

Adios amigos!

how grows my toes ?

You know how much pablo like his potatoes yes my amigos? Well this got me to thinking about my lonely toes one day.

I was wondering what happen to my beautiful toes every day since when my papa he steal my legs to give some wacko fella so he could drink the special chica and make the thunderbelches from his big fat dead ass. I was dreaming that maybe, like my lovely potatoes, I could be growing back my toes one day?

So then I draw some lovely new toes sprout up from the earth, to give me hope and make me feel happy again. I put picture my new toes at end of my bed so when I wake in the night screaming, I can see them and I can dream the happy thoughts once more.

One day my friends I know I shall be finding my legs and toes again.

That day I swear I will be wearing my fanciest panties, and I shall dance for all you friends in bloggyland to see and dance with me too.

Adios amigos!

Rejected by Mi Madre

Hello peoples. This is drawing of some sculptings called Maternidad by Mardonio Magana from way back in 1931. This make me think of what the worst thing in the world is be - when the mother reject her bambino.

Is so very sad, like must be the saddest thing a poor child must live with all his lives.

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Lucky me Pablo not rejected by Mama. Not my sweet Mamma.

OK , so maybe she go away one day never say goodbye but I am sure is not her fault, maybe I am thinking she was kidnapped, taken by the soldiers, or maybe she have some accident like nasty cannot walk.

But no, never she reject her Pablo, no I am sure thinking she never reject me really. Not mama. Papa maybe, but mama - never!


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anyways - Here's hoping your mammas never reject you and you have the happy lifes!

Adios amigos.