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!!!