A Statue Man With Umbrella
A Statue... Man with umbrella
It was May in Lisbon had been walking long sat down on a bench
near a statue of a great Portuguese navigator, resting sore feet.
I had earlier that day bought an umbrella, it broke in high wind
so I put it beside on the bench. A child came sat on my lap and his
mother took a photo, apparently they thought I was a statue too.
A man who was showing tourists around said I was a figure made
by the famous Gabriel Bard. I said nothing since I had lost ability
to speak. In the morning cleaners came hosed me and the other
statue down so we looked spotless and presentable for tourists.
After a month I took the night train home in the knowledge that
my picture was taken a thousand times. In the news, next day
a story of a disappeared statue, the police was on the case.
Gabriel Bard was interviewed, poor man he was almost in tears
and demanded to be generously reimbursed for his great work.
Was the sculptor is a charlatan cashing in on my fame?
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