What are you bragging about, Cosa Nostra?
If Don Victor is more real, welding
his shadow
on the sidewalk.
Irma\'s mates
fill the tank
that fights on Wednesdays.
Cups filled,
to the brim,
with hope:
the dining room.
Angel, on credit?
if there isn\'t enough
for him either bread
or forgiveness.
His notebook screams
help.
Domingo
carries his two milks.
\"Clin clin\"
the midday bells
ring on his bike.
Gangsters
are like that
they face the day
with a clean face,
they eat problems for breakfast.
You just ate Cowboy\'s!
How could you think of it, Benito?
And it\'s not to paint misery,
it\'s to tell the tale.
Here, the mafia
wears an apron
and keeps silent
out of modesty, not fear.
This is what\'s not on Netflix, Benito.
This is
the real
Cosa Nostra.