Hello everyone.
If you want you can buy the collected stories of Pablo from someone called Lulu.
Here's the link:
http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/welcome-to-my-kneepit/1694450
All profits go towards buying potatoes for the little peoples.
Adios amigos!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
At last I find my Mamma
One day I am dragging my box of shiny bobbins along the sand when I looking into one bar and see my Mamma in some fancy dress, smiling at me.
But I see is just an old picture, rip a little, and at top it say ‘Rosita’. I get very confuse when I see this. She look so much beautiful just like how I remember, but me not sure why this not name my mamma. Maybe is not her really? So I ask the man working bar and he say she is very old picture, before when he work here. Best go speak with his boss in back room.
After a some time he say “Rosita was her stage name, Pablo.”
So this is it. The endings of my little story. I hope you like.
But I see is just an old picture, rip a little, and at top it say ‘Rosita’. I get very confuse when I see this. She look so much beautiful just like how I remember, but me not sure why this not name my mamma. Maybe is not her really? So I ask the man working bar and he say she is very old picture, before when he work here. Best go speak with his boss in back room.
“Ola senor. My name is Pablo and I come long long way looking for my lost Mamma. I see you have picture looking like her in bar – some lady called Rosita. But Pablo confused cos Rosita not my Mammas name, is Car-”.
“Carmena” finish the old man.
After a some time he say “Rosita was her stage name, Pablo.”The old man saw Pablo looking at the photo and held out a hand.
“She loved you more than anything Pablo. She dedicated the very last song of her life to you. The song was called Take Me Home. I remember it well. She said ‘this song is a new song, and also a very old song. Is for the one I love. I pray let him forgive me.”
We looked at each other sharing some new understanding.
“She’s buried up on the hillside overlooking the sea. I can take you there if you like.”
And so he did.
So this is it. The endings of my little story. I hope you like.
Adios.
Pablo x
PS. don’t forget potatoes at the fiesta! Must always remembering - people never be sad when there are potatoes.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
To the sea
Ola Amigos!
Phew - in this hot sun I am very much needing my big green hat!
Yes Pablo finally make the trip to big soggy sea! Is so beautiful here. The water it hold my little body so good and warm make me feel like the mushy potato filling in some sweet fried tortilla!
(warnings though – the water not so good for drinkings, is very salty. Bathing water is much better drinkings anytime!)
Here I see many peoples from different colours and shapes (so many big big bottoms!) all wanting to turn into some barbecue chickens, greasing up their fat bodies and burning their skins all day long. Some no wear no clothings at all – this make Pablo go red face too!
When I get here I find me some nice peoples who say they can help me find my mamma. I help them working the beach, selling some shiny plastic bobbins to the gringa ladies. Ido very good at this because my no legs make them feel sorry for Pablo give me more moneys. I live nice place share with many other like me, where we all sleep very close up and can eat or drink the chica if is a lucky day.
But is not all easy life I tell you. Sometimes we must eat no nothing if when the police they come and take the money we make. Also the big fat men who give us the bobbins can get angry if this happen too and they no get their money. Sometimes if we lucky they just beat our faces. Other times people just disappearing. Never see them again.
The people who working like me, asking for money in the street or on beach, mostly they dream of going to where the fat gringos are coming from. Me, I dream of my simple kneepit, of Juanita and Chico, my friend Frank the Zapatista, the cheeky red-ass monkeys and my other dead friends.
Mostly I dream of Mamma.
They like it when I sing the songs I know from my Mamma, somehow they seem to know the words too and sing with Pablo and make very happy.
This singing make me feel good too. It remember me where I am from, and keep me closer still to my Mamma. ---
This story is continue tomorrow for the big end. Is then I can tell you what really happen. Until then...
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PS – if you wondering about the little kitten cats from last time, they both very happy. My friends here are sleeping with them at night, keeping nice and warm. Her you see picture them happy lazy asses with my new amigos eating the icy creams!
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Adios!
Next time - I find my mamma!
Here I am continue my trip across Mexico find my Mamma. Almost finished. Just this one and then one final tale for you.
Hopings you enjoy...
----Phew - in this hot sun I am very much needing my big green hat!
Yes Pablo finally make the trip to big soggy sea! Is so beautiful here. The water it hold my little body so good and warm make me feel like the mushy potato filling in some sweet fried tortilla!
(warnings though – the water not so good for drinkings, is very salty. Bathing water is much better drinkings anytime!)
Here I see many peoples from different colours and shapes (so many big big bottoms!) all wanting to turn into some barbecue chickens, greasing up their fat bodies and burning their skins all day long. Some no wear no clothings at all – this make Pablo go red face too!When I get here I find me some nice peoples who say they can help me find my mamma. I help them working the beach, selling some shiny plastic bobbins to the gringa ladies. Ido very good at this because my no legs make them feel sorry for Pablo give me more moneys. I live nice place share with many other like me, where we all sleep very close up and can eat or drink the chica if is a lucky day.
But is not all easy life I tell you. Sometimes we must eat no nothing if when the police they come and take the money we make. Also the big fat men who give us the bobbins can get angry if this happen too and they no get their money. Sometimes if we lucky they just beat our faces. Other times people just disappearing. Never see them again.
The people who working like me, asking for money in the street or on beach, mostly they dream of going to where the fat gringos are coming from. Me, I dream of my simple kneepit, of Juanita and Chico, my friend Frank the Zapatista, the cheeky red-ass monkeys and my other dead friends.
Mostly I dream of Mamma.
They like it when I sing the songs I know from my Mamma, somehow they seem to know the words too and sing with Pablo and make very happy.
This singing make me feel good too. It remember me where I am from, and keep me closer still to my Mamma. ---
This story is continue tomorrow for the big end. Is then I can tell you what really happen. Until then...
-
PS – if you wondering about the little kitten cats from last time, they both very happy. My friends here are sleeping with them at night, keeping nice and warm. Her you see picture them happy lazy asses with my new amigos eating the icy creams!
.
Adios!
Next time - I find my mamma!
Evil bastardo God
On my way to the sea I find me a very old town. Many buildings are broke, no people anywhere it seem, just some wind and dogs that lie waiting to die.
At the end of the main road I see an old church, look like half destroyed by some God or some other bad men.
In this church I find some old woman still living, in a room with many scrawny cats cuddled round an old wood stove.
At the end of the main road I see an old church, look like half destroyed by some God or some other bad men.
In this church I find some old woman still living, in a room with many scrawny cats cuddled round an old wood stove.
She invite me in like she has been waiting for me and give me some tacos covered with dust and some warm green dirty water. I make very polite trying to eat dust and funny water, when she look me in the eye and tell me her story.
She was born in this town and had many children and good husbands who work the land and provide food for many in the town. They very good peoples who go speak with God in his big house every week and help the poor people who come from the villages far away. Everyone happy.
But then one day God make the big bottom noises and belch the twisty air so hard make the town break in pieces. When she wake she find all her family die. The peoples that live go leave the town, saying God has cursed this place. They say cannot survive someplace with no walls and so many angry dead soul.
But she is stubborn you know. She stay in the town, eating what she can, because she is wanting to know why God he do this to her. Why so much sufferings and pain? What she do wrong? She spend her days in the old church with nothing left, just her story and her cats, and she start to go crazy with God.
But then she change her sad face and look me in the eye and say that now she is happy. She say she has been here many years, waiting for something, for someone to come.
Now Pablo has come she can give away the last things she have left, and can go to the next place.
She holds out a dirty sack which seems to be moving.
“Here Pablo, you have my story, now take what is left of me. Give them a good home.”
I take the bag and thank the lady.
After I leave the old church - a few minutes down the road I hear a rumble. The last of the church has collapsed. The old woman is no more.
I look at the kittens. There are 2 of them, black and white, with small scared eyes. I put them in my poncho to keep them dry and warm and sing them a song, make them feel better. For soon we will be by the sea.
Adios amigos! Come back soon…
She was born in this town and had many children and good husbands who work the land and provide food for many in the town. They very good peoples who go speak with God in his big house every week and help the poor people who come from the villages far away. Everyone happy.
But then one day God make the big bottom noises and belch the twisty air so hard make the town break in pieces. When she wake she find all her family die. The peoples that live go leave the town, saying God has cursed this place. They say cannot survive someplace with no walls and so many angry dead soul.
But she is stubborn you know. She stay in the town, eating what she can, because she is wanting to know why God he do this to her. Why so much sufferings and pain? What she do wrong? She spend her days in the old church with nothing left, just her story and her cats, and she start to go crazy with God.
But then she change her sad face and look me in the eye and say that now she is happy. She say she has been here many years, waiting for something, for someone to come.
Now Pablo has come she can give away the last things she have left, and can go to the next place.
She holds out a dirty sack which seems to be moving.
“Here Pablo, you have my story, now take what is left of me. Give them a good home.”
I take the bag and thank the lady.
After I leave the old church - a few minutes down the road I hear a rumble. The last of the church has collapsed. The old woman is no more.
I look at the kittens. There are 2 of them, black and white, with small scared eyes. I put them in my poncho to keep them dry and warm and sing them a song, make them feel better. For soon we will be by the sea.
Adios amigos! Come back soon…
Monday, October 22, 2007
Grow
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.
Adios!
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.
Adios!
Friday, September 28, 2007
Blue
Pablo is on a long journey through the mountains and forests of Southern Mexico, searching for his lost Mama….
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Ola my friends, it has been a long hard journey for me these weeks. For many days I have been without my underpants and my singing monkey. Some nights I get so cold and lonely I think of all the friend I am leaving behind in my kneepit, the fun I had with my potatoes in the fields, and the fiestas I would make for everyone come stuff their fat faces. Pablo feel very sad for himself, wishing I had my dead doggie back to lick the tears from my face, or that my papa never sell my legs in card game to the gringos long time ago, so I could walk proper to where my heart it lies by the waves in the sea.
Most of all I miss the sweet smell of my mamas long black hairs, the sound her singing and screaming in the night, and the bitter hot taste her special mole.
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One morning I wake up and find I am not too far from a big village, bigger and stranger than I ever see before. I notice everything is so very quiet, even the birds have gone away. This make me scared, so I make my way slow past the crushed trees and broken rocks until I see a place so beautiful – I think I must be dreaming!
All the walls are painted blue and red and yellow and green and the roads are smooth and clean. It look just the same like something from a photo I find one time when the big truck crash and kill many chickens and peoples some years ago. I kept this photo under my pillow for many years, until it disappear one night, same time my mama she go away.
So I look inside the houses, thinking that maybe I find someone there, or maybe some clue why everything so empty and sad here. But inside is empty too, and dirty with dust, and old, so much older than the world outside the village.
Too scared to stay here long time, I decide to move on as quick as I can. I keep on going and don’t look back until I am back in the forest and the birds are singing again.
Its funny, but as a bambino I always dreamed to visit this place, but when I got there I found I did not want to stay. I am wondering what this mean when I fall to sleep.
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Later that night I dream of a big jaguar, who carry a baby in her teeth away from big forest fire.
When I wake I find the tip my fingers blue because of some long black hairs twisted round them.
It is then I start to smile again for the first time in many weeks.
My mama, I know, she cannot be too far away.
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Adios amigos. Come join me again soon!
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Ola my friends, it has been a long hard journey for me these weeks. For many days I have been without my underpants and my singing monkey. Some nights I get so cold and lonely I think of all the friend I am leaving behind in my kneepit, the fun I had with my potatoes in the fields, and the fiestas I would make for everyone come stuff their fat faces. Pablo feel very sad for himself, wishing I had my dead doggie back to lick the tears from my face, or that my papa never sell my legs in card game to the gringos long time ago, so I could walk proper to where my heart it lies by the waves in the sea.
Most of all I miss the sweet smell of my mamas long black hairs, the sound her singing and screaming in the night, and the bitter hot taste her special mole.
---
One morning I wake up and find I am not too far from a big village, bigger and stranger than I ever see before. I notice everything is so very quiet, even the birds have gone away. This make me scared, so I make my way slow past the crushed trees and broken rocks until I see a place so beautiful – I think I must be dreaming!
All the walls are painted blue and red and yellow and green and the roads are smooth and clean. It look just the same like something from a photo I find one time when the big truck crash and kill many chickens and peoples some years ago. I kept this photo under my pillow for many years, until it disappear one night, same time my mama she go away.
So I look inside the houses, thinking that maybe I find someone there, or maybe some clue why everything so empty and sad here. But inside is empty too, and dirty with dust, and old, so much older than the world outside the village.
Too scared to stay here long time, I decide to move on as quick as I can. I keep on going and don’t look back until I am back in the forest and the birds are singing again.
Its funny, but as a bambino I always dreamed to visit this place, but when I got there I found I did not want to stay. I am wondering what this mean when I fall to sleep.
---
Later that night I dream of a big jaguar, who carry a baby in her teeth away from big forest fire.
When I wake I find the tip my fingers blue because of some long black hairs twisted round them.
It is then I start to smile again for the first time in many weeks.
My mama, I know, she cannot be too far away.
--
Adios amigos. Come join me again soon!
Sunday, September 23, 2007
My friend the singing monkey
Pablo make many friend on his journey to find his Mama. Like the shy singing monkey who follow me a long time from Palenque through the jungles of Chiapas.
I never see him, but I know he there because I hear him singing from the tree tops just above my head. When I look and call out for him he hide away. Maybe he shy monkey? I dunno. Pablo not mind, am just happy to know I am not alone.
One time I am tired and sad. I was stuck, cleaning my underpants by the magic lake in the mountains, eating some nanbannas, wondering how I can get across the other side. This is when I hear him start singing some very sad song, the kind that make your eye tickle and your ribs ache with longing for some warm arm huggings.
I cry for some long long time, and finally, when I run out of eye water I see my hat has gone. Just when I think I may cry some more, I see my hat peeking out a small wood boat behind where the tree the monkey was singing from before. A boat!
Pablo very happy! Now Pablo can get across the lake!
But what about my friend the monkey? He help Pablo with his singing and his magic, what can I give him to make him happy?
Pablo know what to do. I take out the freshest avocadoes and nanbanas, and the chica from the Lacandon Indians, and make for him a beautiful salad. I move away so I cannot see and sing to him one of my fiesta songs for that he can eat and make happy.
When I finish my singing I see that all the food has gone. Happy, I get ready for the boat.
But wait, where are Pablo’s underpants?
“The cheeky monkey he take my underpants”, I am thinking and laughing, as I get into the boat. I laugh for a good long time, which give me strength to go fast across the waves.
It is only when I am nearly the other side do I stop laughing long enough to hear the silence, and that I realise that my friend he has gone, and I am alone again.
Without my underpants.
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Remember friends – take good care your underwears, or maybe the cheeky monkey will take them.
And you will lose a good friend.
Adios amigos!
I never see him, but I know he there because I hear him singing from the tree tops just above my head. When I look and call out for him he hide away. Maybe he shy monkey? I dunno. Pablo not mind, am just happy to know I am not alone.
One time I am tired and sad. I was stuck, cleaning my underpants by the magic lake in the mountains, eating some nanbannas, wondering how I can get across the other side. This is when I hear him start singing some very sad song, the kind that make your eye tickle and your ribs ache with longing for some warm arm huggings.
I cry for some long long time, and finally, when I run out of eye water I see my hat has gone. Just when I think I may cry some more, I see my hat peeking out a small wood boat behind where the tree the monkey was singing from before. A boat!
Pablo very happy! Now Pablo can get across the lake!
But what about my friend the monkey? He help Pablo with his singing and his magic, what can I give him to make him happy?
Pablo know what to do. I take out the freshest avocadoes and nanbanas, and the chica from the Lacandon Indians, and make for him a beautiful salad. I move away so I cannot see and sing to him one of my fiesta songs for that he can eat and make happy.
When I finish my singing I see that all the food has gone. Happy, I get ready for the boat.
But wait, where are Pablo’s underpants?
“The cheeky monkey he take my underpants”, I am thinking and laughing, as I get into the boat. I laugh for a good long time, which give me strength to go fast across the waves.
It is only when I am nearly the other side do I stop laughing long enough to hear the silence, and that I realise that my friend he has gone, and I am alone again.
Without my underpants.
--
Remember friends – take good care your underwears, or maybe the cheeky monkey will take them.
And you will lose a good friend.
Adios amigos!
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