Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the FURTHER adventures of Johnny Love Muscle: part 3: "BEING THERE."
(dedicato: Carol Marie Aniello)
I live on the "piano Terra" (ground floor) across the street (via Campagnia) from the Basilica St. Sepulcro; a complex configuration of architecture.
...Romanesque roofs. Couple of domes. John Cleese/.tall facade, back-end-Gothic, neo-Gothic, structures. Heavy on the brick-work. Renaissance, neo-neo Pre-historic (?) - whatever? - : like watching some "Wunder-kind" (talented brat) manipulating (with gusto!) some Stradivarius violin and wondering, "HOWDEE DO DAT!?"
It's really frickin' BIG.
In direct view of my "appartmento" window, a FAN of Ivy ascends the Basilica's wall and - ho-hum! - gives the Basilica an added lustre as - ho-hum! - do stars to the night?
In Spring? It's skeletal. An aluminum sculpture. In Summer? It's lush green and full of possibilities...like Christmas in July. Come fall? EMERALD. The eye, the color, of envy; full knowing, whilst IT will die, you and I might live on: WILL live on.
Before Winter's death-blow? The Ivy has ONE rash change. The Ivy turns Sapphire. A translucent RED that burns into your immortal soul.
c 2012/davedelacroix/sex symbol/met the BARBIE TWINS ONCE/piacenza/italy...
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