Yet another rewrite.


Celso


When I first met bandit Celso
I knew who he must be
just seeing him there
at the crossing of steep alleys,
a middle aged black man
with a big gun, with big Bermudas,
surrounded by cocky youngsters
with machine guns.

It was the leader of the area,
the boss, the chefão,
the man in charge of the drugs
and self appointed protector
of the tilted, lawless village,
feared and respected amongst all the poor
on the steep stifled mountain.

"Gringo" he called out
and made a motion
with his dark, big hand
that I should approach him.
"I am a famous train robber" he said
giving me a position.
I asked him if he knew Ronald Biggs.
He had of course heard of him.
"It is one of my big heroes" he said.

Thus I promised him
to introduce him to his hero
on his birthday a few weeks later,
which I did.
I never had any problems
living in Vila Parque da Cidade.
perhaps was I too welcome.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2009-05-27 at 00:48

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