Take 22: Cherish
That blessed song: "We Are the World (We are the Children)" sung by the biggest horde of Hollywood scallywags under the sun, still - alas - "broncos" around my morning (hangover) mind...like a sink filled with unwashed dishes.
I try to think of pretty things:
Margaret Thatcher in the Nude.
Queen Liz (the second) .....cutting off her own head.
A lifetime's guarrantee of DRUM tobacco.
An old comrade unexpectedly showing up with a bottle of single malt!
"We ARE the World!..."
Leastways? -I can dream. And I can think of Appollinaire, THE POET; and his great friend, Andre Salmon!
Oddly? Here in Piacenza....I ALSO have a great friend. His name is Andreas. We call him Torna (pronounced: TUNA!).
Why is he called Tuna? -because he's a BIG guy with a GRANDE heart! And? You mess with ME? HE will TUNE you.
(Old rockstars NEED protection)
(Ossie Osborne:) "Dave, what are you trying to say, man?"
It's ALL "tempo", Ossie. And you know it!
(I figure you've figured this piece out...by now)
And YES! WE ARE the People.
Salmon? Poor old (fish) Salmon gets born/spawned, fights his way down the brook...to the rushing river...and all things being equal, and the "creek don't rise" (?), he makes it to the sea.
And there? To swim and bask in the 7 seas till...one day, ailing but knowing his time has come...returns to thee place of birth, like DAVE, in Piacenza, full knowing....Time has won.
"GOTCH'A SUM TICK-TOCK!"
And - relax! - No reservations needed.
c 2011/davedelacroix/lord borgo/whimsical in Piacenza/Italy of course/Christmas (again!)
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