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O Malandro, stanza 1

I will tell you my regrets as soon as I have them. You have no choice. It is our pact.

 

O malandro.

 

You will think I’m spinning in place

 

But I will be backing up and kicking up dirt with one foot

 

A track runner

 

Preparing myself to launch forward

 

You will not know what you did to me

 

Because it will play out with others at far distances and nearby

 

You stole me and gave me away

 

To where I was from

 

O Malandro

 

Your petty thievery is to disguise

 

Something much more severe than Nigerian money doubling or even that Spanish thug getting my wallet in the Berlin darkroom 

 

O Malandro

I invite your grand larceny

 

Do not be timid with me!

Rob me again!!

Mug me harder!!!