Poem for Chelo
Date: Fri, May 18, 2001
From: Herve Lemarechal
One minute ago you invited me to have a randori with you.
We met in the center of the mat, bowed at each other.
You seized me gently my left sleeve and collar's right side,
I didn't understand what happened.
You turned around your right foot and drove me to the
Surprisingly, I couldn't keep from unbalancing and fell
loudly on the mat
as if I were kicked up the backside.
Now I'm lying on my back. You have just sat beside my right.
Your right thigh against my waist, this is Hon-Gesa-Gatame.
Escaping remains impossible, it is as if you were made of
And my back remains stuck on the mat.
I'm tired now and would like to give up.
But you sit astride on my chest suddenly,
cross your arms and take hold of my lapels deep into my
My brain becomes heavy at once.
This is not actually painful but quite uncomfortable.
I tap on the mat in order to give up.
You release your grip at once,
and remain sitting astride on my chest, smiling.