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.

My heart go crazy! Pablo is so happy I cry like some nutty fella.

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.

I drag my ass round the back where I am seeing some strange white hair fella look like some wild spirit from different world. I introduce myself to him polite:

“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.

“si…”

He look me hard with his big sad-bag eyes.

After a some time he say “Rosita was her stage name, Pablo.”

I must look back like some dumb ass no understanding.

“For singing, You know?”

Then I start to remembering her voice. The songs she sing when me bambino. I thinking of this when he say

“She was a fine singer your Mamma. Best we ever had in this town. Her songs could reach right inside even the hardest man and make him cry.

“Shame you got here too late.”

I feel my stomach start to hurt. I think I see her eyes looking at me. She is smiling.

I asking him, with all the hope I have, if maybe she go working someplace else? Or she come looking for me maybe?

“No Pablo, it’s none of those things. I’m sorry to have to tell you, but she died a few months ago – the night of the Summer Fiesta.”

I don’t know what happen then. Maybe I am fainting because next I know I am sitting down at table, some cup of hot matte burning my hands, listening to the man tell the tale.

“She knew she didn’t have long to go. She couldn’t hardly walk. But she insisted on singing, even though the doc told her to stay inside.

“We lit a huge fire for the festival. It was a clear, beautiful night. Dressed in her best red dress, eyes shining like the stars, she sang her heart out.

“When she finished there was not a dry eye on the beach, so strong was her pain, so beautiful her voice.

“Then the strangest thing happened. Just as she finished out of the forest came a swarm of fireflies. We all stood and watched them dancing in the night, round and round the fire, up and down, fast and slow, like they were dancing to some silent tune only they could hear. After some minutes of this, they suddenly upped and flew away back where they came from, leaving behind such a silence.

“It was then I looked over and saw she’d stopped moving.

“Doctor said she died because of her heart.”

With this the old man stopped and stared at the wall. I followed his soggy eyes to the wall behind me and saw a picture of momma, this one like the one I had of her by the sea, happy, young, alive. Except this time she had a small bambino in her arms. It was me. A baby Pablito.

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.

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So this is it. The endings of my little story. I hope you like.

Remember please not be sad for me, Pablo is not sad.

Tomorrow is Day of the Dead, and I can be make the big happy party with my Mamma and all my new friends by the sea.

I am hoping you are all having a good party with all your dead family too.

Lots of love to all you my friends!

Adios.

Pablo x

PS. don’t forget potatoes at the fiesta! Must always remembering - people never be sad when there are potatoes.

To the sea

Ola Amigos!

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...

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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!

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.

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…

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!

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!

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!

Visitor

One night on my journey I was sitting under the stars drinking the last of my food - some nice cold potato soup - when I hear this noises coming from the trees ahead. It was like a lady whispering in my ear some words I could not quite hear. It make the hair on my moustache tickle like when the fairy spiders come for their dance parties - and it make Pablo blow the big noisy nose trumpet so loud the jungle go very quiet.

After this I am hearing some footsteps and in the dark I can see some tall thin old lady wearing big dark dress. She stop just far enough away so I cannot see the face.

So I call to the old lady - ask if she would like to share some soup (even though it is my last). thinking she must be very hungry and tired here in the middle of no place. The lady say thank you and drink the soup - all the time her head turned away from me.

I ask her where she is coming from, and she says she is from the small village called Guanjanito (or something like) and is looking for her granddaughter who got very scared when the bad men came and ran away into the jungle and must have got lost someplace.

So I ask her if she want some help - maybe we can look together?

But no, the lady say that is not needed. She prefer to travel alone. Besides, it is the strangers which scare her away, so if she see another she does not know, she will maybe run even further away.

Now I am feeling bad, and say sorry but I am just passing through, I too am looking for someone I love.

"I know", said the old lady, "that is how I knew I could come and sit with you. Do not worry about the child. She will come back, they all come home in the end".

So I give her some of my gunannybanny juice - saying the child will be needing this more than me - and wish her well. The old lady she take the juice - say thank you - and then she was gone, her green dress disappearing into the jungle like how it came.

Her story make Pablo feel very sad, but Pablo happy at least can be of some help (even if he have no guannybanny juice left now!)

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In the night I have some big strange dream of a green and red bird who come find Pablo in the hot jungle, dying of thirst and who carry me over the mountain and towards the big blue water, towards my mama...

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Some days later I find myself some miles north away, when I meet some kind local farmer who give me some of their water and tacos, and let me sleep with their cow.

I ask them about the village the woman come from. The old one he says "yes, this was just a few miles away south of here."

Then he tell me some spooky story about this village.

"The indians they were very proud people, who lived in these parts for longer than the trees can remember. One year was terrible disaster. They have little food because of the bad storms which wash away their crops. Then the new government ask them for even more money so when they could not pay, they send in the troops to teach them a lesson, to show the other villages they must also pay for protection.

"So there was some fight, more guns came, and then the whole village was burnt to the ground and many peoples they just disappeared - men, women and children. Nobody know if they were killed or if they run away to the cities, like the president he said. All we know is that was many years ago, but also it is like yesterday.

"Where the village was is nothing now but birds, trees and their secrets".

Adios amigos!

Palenque arrows

Pablo is sorry it is taking him a long tome to have more adventures, but please do remember that he Pablo has no legs.




In the meantimes here is what the Lacandon indians gave pablo.

And also in colour:



Remember that it is a long way to travel to find your soul. And to find the answers you have to know the right questions to ask.

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 sueños 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.

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!

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!

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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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.

Deep in the forest - Pablo says Ola!

Pablo has been alone a long long time since the troubles.

He has been running and hiding in the forest.

Sometimes he feels very tired.

Sometimes, when Pablo look in the water too hard he sees the dead as they were one time, maybe now.

In the water pablo sees his mother, his lost friends and comrades, his evil papa, even his doggie.

He watch as they laugh, and dance.

As they fight and kiss.

As they eat and slobber.

Pablo wish so much to live with them once more.

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But just when the water start to call his name, Pablo can see the sun come.

Pablo turn his head - look at the sky.

Pablo feel the warm.

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Pablo spends many hours speaking with the big big tree.
He hears voices in the wind, the leaves.

They tell him he must stay alive.

They ask for if pablo die, who will make potato fiesta?

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Pablo like very much potatos.

Pablo like to say he like all his far away friends very much too.

One day pablo hopes very much to make little potatos with you.

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Adios amigas and amigos!

Come visit my kneepit again soon.

x

I spy... Pablo!!!

Yes, this a picture from Pablo.

This is what can happen in 6 months.

Can you see?

Sorry it take so long.

I hope now you understand my misery.

Adios!

Please come visit my kneepit blog here...

Hola - I am back!

Yes, look like I have been away longtime. 6 month in total. I am sorry if you worry about me my friends, but since then I have had many adventures and many troubles. Making pictures not really been my top of list.

Anyways up, I am thanking my friend kimbu to take care of my computings for me now no longer have computings in my kneepit. Police they smash everything we have an now I am making new home. I am sending him now my drawings and writings for so he can put these up for me. Him not so bad man, despite what they say. I meet him when he come Oaxaca and he say he can help me. I drink with him tequila, we eat potatoes and I tell him my story.

One day soon I can tell you my story, but now I must be keeping quiet. Many troubles here still. Please keep watching what happen here in Mexico. Please no forget us here.



Understand me, but the devil he is in this land now. Must be careful what I say.

Adios amigos.

Until next time.