Robot attack my kneepit

Sometimes I dream I have my leg again.
I dance my magic dance through the jungle to try stop the big robot machine that would come take away life from my kneepit.
I dance so hard, in the morning I wake so tired.
I look out and count the tears that fell from the sky in the night.
Sometimes I give my tears to the ground - so one day some new life can grow.

Maybe one day my leg grow back too.
Until then I can dance and fight in my dream.

Spotted Jaguar in my Belly Button

Hello again.
In my kneepit jungle we have spotted jaguar. She the king here. She big boss here before hunters come and hunt her away.

One night I small bambino. I wake when I hear her enter my room. I look her eyes, she look at me. She scared because evil men come chase her. I say, quick, come hide with me, in my bed. She come to bed with small Pablo, and hide there with me. We curl up tight. She seem happy now, and soon I go sleep in her warm soft.

Next day I no longer see jaguar. Maybe she go away, I dunno. All Pablo know is Pablo hungry very much, stomach make big big noise like never before.

I tell my Mama what happen and she smile and she say now Jaguar live inside of Pablo, that she crawl inside Pablo through the belly button door when I sleeping. She look inside my button and sure enough she is finding some hair. "See this, this is hair of Jaguar, and when you find this mean Jaguar has come or gone".

Then she pass me extra big plate of mash potato. "Now I hear when she is roaring like this, means she need her potatoes. Eat well my son, for now you must be big and strong to keep the Jaguar alive inside of you".

Pablo happy. This mean Pablo can eat potato all the time!

Adios amigos.

Let me know if you are having similar adventures in your belly buttons OK? OK??

Speedy Pablo!

Yes this is me dancing like crazy fella. Those days Pablo spin more faster than any body in the kneepit lands. They call me windy spider - because my legs are so many.

Then one morning I wake up all my legs are gone. My Papa say I dance so fast last night my legs they run away. Then he tell me stop the crying or my eyes they fall out too.

Later I find he lose my legs to some gringo in a bar, when he play the card with him. Now some funny face pop singing man use my magic legs to make much money on TV - make my legs do some walking on the moon and dance to some bad music, so my friend Frank, the Zapatista, he tell me.

Maybe one day they come back to me. Pablo can wait. Until then I dance every day with my heart, and sing a song to the moon.

Adios my friends! Hope you are liking my kneepit!

One spring in my Kneepit

One day we have some magic God lady come visit. Pablo I am happy, I say welcome to my kneepit, everybody welcome my kneepit!

God lady tell me some funny, magic story about some man like super man who make much wine and fish, walk in some water but who die cross, or something. (Me no undertand everything, she speak funny, you know?)

Anyway, next she say she want save her some Pablo, and we must get down on floor together, hold hand and say some word together. Now I say, OK lady, what you want, but first you must be needing some drink, must be hot in big dress.

So I give her drink some special Tequila from my kneepit, as is our custom. She drink and start go crazy, like she never drink tequila before. Me thinking maybe is because she hot hot hot in her black dress. So I ask her, look lady, maybe better you take off the black dress, drink some more, and then we can get down on knees together, like she want, no?

Next she get real mad and she jump up and down and up and down and up so much till she change into a bird and fly away into the sky like when the speckled eagle bird she catch the trumping squirrel monkey.

Everybody make big cheer, thinking she real magic lady come for Spring Fiesta, and we wait for she come back. But she never come. Nobody know why. Maybe she find bigger better fiesta do magic tricks, tell story somewhere.

Well, Pablo feel sad for lady. Maybe Pablos kneepit fiesta not so big, but we do best spicy potato fiesta fajita in Chiapas.

Come visit me again next time my friends!

Adios.

My Doggie

Hello again my special friend.

Remember my last time I was telling you my poor doggie? Well I thinking you would like to see him too? Here is my memory of him.

I like his floppy ear. His head look good with ears like his.
I like how he fetch me my balls.
I like he sit in my stomach and keep me warm.
I like when I say he make the bad wind, when me I make.
I like his soft head in my arm.
I like when he dreamed he jump and make the dog yodelling like some nasty chase him. But now he is dead, in my dream now I see him chase the ghost from my kneepit. In death he look over me. He can save me from the jungle demons.

I like his slobber.

Now he inside of me, he with me always.
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But Pablo thinking maybe you get sad for me? I say NO! Never never feeling sad for Pablo. UNDERSTANDING ME PLEASE? So now I like show you why Pablo not sad any more.

Pablo find love in kneepit

She someone special, beautiful smile, eye, ear and toe. She very dirty. I find in the jungle, for she run from some bad life before. For many moons she not speak with Pablo. She spit my face and kick my head in. So I leave her potatoes every day and go walk alone with with my heart, my hope. And when I return I see she eat and fill up big strong again with my potatoes.

Now she find some kind of happiness in my kneepit I think. She not spit and beat me anymore. She find some life far away from crazy bad man jungle. Now she smile. And make Pablo feel warm inside her eyes.

Here, she can eat mash potatoes from my kneepit.

And with my dead dog she is no longer afraid.

Come back soon my friends.

Monster

This is me and my father.

He very cold hard man.

Many times I hear my mother call him monster. She shout and scream and me I hide and I cry in the corner of my kneepit.

This one time he make me eat my dog.

I remember now how he laugh that day. When he his friends drink the chica he tell them same story many time.

Now I tell you same story, but please I don't want you laugh at me.

Those days I wish him dead. Now he dead I wish him here with me, hold my hand again.

Long Journey

My friends had to travel many mountains to escape the gringo. It was hard for them because they have no leg. But they make it all the same, because they know they have home in my kneepit. My home.

This mountain now has no hair because the gringo come and cut the hair and take for to make homes for burgers. If I ever go in gringoland I would see how the burgers live, and tell them of my land.

To all gringos out there, please think of poor Juanita and Chico who walk for miles next time you see a burger. You tell him 'you take my friends home!'. Show him my story. Maybe he feel different next time eh?

What you think my friends? Speak with me!