Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No 23: "Lilly of the Valley".

Our Man in Europe/dave Senor/lord BORGO/ragazzimento No. 22:  "Lilly of the Valley".


Her name was LILLY of the Valley...and I loved her, loved her so.
 Her name was LILLY of the Valley, she loved me too, you know?
 Don't you go down to Sacramento, or Tuscon-Arizona,
 and if you see LILLY of the Valley - despite breast cancer? - she'll
 probably kick your ASS!

Now if you SEE Lilly of the Valley, she's lurking in your room.
 She's the PONTIAC in a fancy dress, sat atop the piano
 in your favourite saloon.
 She's got more BALLS than Custer
 -her long-slow-kisses are quite Barracuda;
 in her embrace? Ya lost the race.

Her name was LILLY of the Valley. She wore her dress so long.
 Only the few, could peep up her skirt and make
 her - long legs - dance so long
; Did you ever go Los Angeles? Did you wile away the time?
-the TIME, what winde? -and many mortals will pine?
 -for LILLY of the Valley...

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No. 22: THE STIFF!...

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Ragazzimento No. 22: THE STIFF!...


ZAZZI, old girl-pal, finally shows up at the HOTEL DAVE (€35 per nite/free coffee). OUR MAN-blog fans will know her already: Blonde, impetuous, beautiful, ORNERY, vivacious. An Adventuress who "lucked out!" and married Prince So-and-So down South, in LE MARCHE, an hour or two's drive outside of ROMA. A (she) fellow graduate, of course, of that NON-Ivy-league college: "Saint-I-DON'T-give a Frick!"... She's 32 going on 45 and always sports ULTRA red lipstick ("...Because, Dave? -It indicates, to my paramours,  just what I'm selling!")

Characteristically, she DESCENDS on my humble abode, the HOTEL DAVE (€35 per nite/free coffee), makes herself QUITE at home, re-arranges the furniture, spreads "gaily" patterned sheets all over the chairs/sofa, screws up the remote for my big-screen-TV, polishes off my last bottle of Scotch-Irish Whisky, sits UP all nite yakking (We co-write new song: "My Listerine Girl"), and...

So, later? Sun comming up; I ask her: "ZAZZI! You married Prince So-and-So with - I heard - all due "pomp and circumstance"/papparazzi showed up, you moved into the CASTELLA (large fortified house), became the MADRE of the Prince/Count/whatever? -his bambinos from previous deceased wife, LIVE a LIFE OF LUXURY and, infact,  REIGN - like a QUEEN - over that region of Italy....(I was running outta breath!) -WHY, why, oh why...are you now here at the HOTEL DAVE (€35 per nite/free coffee); tell me why?"
....Rummaging around like a starved-deranged-mad Gypsy-Rose-Lee (from Alabama), she ransacks my beuareau, desk drawers, then finally, under the kitchen sink/cabinet - where I STASH my expensive Vino - she "liberates" a BAROLO (€16.99), pops the cork and, at length, replies to my enquiry:
(she says:) "Dave? Things were MOLTO-COOL. Sandro (the count/Prince/whatever?), as you know, was "quite mature"... Last Saturday night, after a hard days (night) partying, we were having RABID SEX, "I" was "ON TOP", and - I guess? - in the "middle" of it, he expired. MORTE! Heart attack, I guess. Dead as a door-nail. NO PULSE! -Dave? I was fucking a DEAD MAN!!!...?"
"So WHAT," I asked, "did you DO? Did you call for an Ambulence, check your E-mail, wonder what was on Cable TV; WHAT!?"
"Dave?" -she answered; "I was on the CREST OF A WAVE!"
"And?"
"He was STILL STIFF so I kept on going!...."

Zazzi....:)


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No 21: SCARBORO FAIR

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzimento No. 21: Scarborough Fair


In days of yore, so Scarborough fair, with a rustic mop of golden hair, and people remarked: "Oh, HE'S so square!"
I kissed your lips with pride.
On buses, trains, the children, the KIDS, used to sing, now more treasured than a diamond ring; we'll pine for ALL those long, lost things.. and all our yesterdays.

Now? I hear voices, echoes! Now, I FORGET choices! -all the days gone down.

"...Are you going to Scarborough fair?  Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme?... Remember me to one who lives there; she once was a true love of mine...:"


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ragazzi No. 20: Picnic at Hanging Rock...

Our man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzi No 20:  Picnic at Hanging Rock...


I said: "Hubba-hubba!"
SHE said: "Hubba-hubba!"
The KANGAROOS said: "Hubba-hubba!"
The Coyotes (who were on a foreign Student exchange with the Dingoes)
said: "Hubba-hubba!"
The ABO'S (Native Australian Aborigines) Sang:
"My Boomerang won't come back!?"

...Bunch of high class young ladies quite DISAPPEARED on a country outing/picnic at a place called "Hanging Rock" in Australia, back in the early 1900's...

....DID you meet that sweet-gal at a station in France?... You remember? She told you which train ("You must hurry!") to make your connect!...?

...DID you meet that cool-guy; who said; "Lady? You ain't in KANSAS anymore,
 but right HERE, is the bus to Amsterdam", and without a second thought, you went...?

I said: "Hubba-hubba!"
SHE said: "Hubba-hubba!"
Picnic at Hanging Rock.


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Raggazzi-mento No. 19: "The Smile."

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Ragazzimento No 19: "The Smile".


She went back to Venice in the rain and snow. She studies Chinese there... In Piacenza? -on a flying visit. Sees her Mom and Pop and fellow bella-donna ragazzi.
We meet at an Pop-Art gallery-gig off the via Mazzini (FREE BIANCO!).
...Re., She? - it's not WHAT is said, but the invisible, the UN-SAID. Some (not all) artists/Souls, on meeting, DO NOT need to compare notes, only know or experience a fleeting inter-action, a glass of Vino...and a beguiling smile.
Outside the (Art) gallery's opening, whlst we yakked and caroused,  it  snowed like Cats and Dogs, or Dogs and Cats (I'm never sure which?) -please consult a Scientist OR a belladonna with a Soul that smiles, studies Chinese - so she tells me - now and gone! ...She went back to Venice in the rain and snow...:)

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Our man in Europe/dave Delacroix/RagazzimentoNo.18: "When Johnny comes marching Home."

Our Man in PIACENZA-ITALIA: Ragazzimentto No.18: "When Johnny comes marching Home."

(dedicato: All service Women and Men who help keep the Peace)

When Johnny comes marching home again , HURRAH! HURRAH! We'll FLAT-BED-Chevrolet-BBQ, HURRAH! HURRAH! -the girls will sing, the boy's will ROAR! ...and the BRONCOS (USA football team) might even  SCORE! ..and we'll ALL go marching,  when Johnny comes marching home. And we'll ALL go marching, when Johnny comes marching home.

When Johnny comes marching home again, HURRAH! HURRAH! We'll put on a mighty WELCOME then; HURRAH! HURRAH! -the "fife" will Pipe (?), the drum will drum, a tambourine, and Wisdom's hum; "You looked REAL good in that Turquoise dress, sweet Charlene? -In the BARRACKS, you were our Pin-Up!"
(When Johnny comes marching home.)

And fortunately, in BATTLE/WAR-FARE...there is NO "non-smoking " legislation. You dodge the laser-beam/gun-fire. You dive into a trench. There, you encounter three enemy "soldiers". (Kids, like you) They've lost their M-16's.(So have you)...Cigarettes are a latter day "Peace-pipe". -and PEACE prevails till an M1-A-TRIPLE, 60 ton trax HOWITZER staffed by a half a dozen OK Yahoos from Fort Carson, Colorado, USA, arrives  and WE (me and enemy kids in the trench) COLLECTIVELY  SURRENDER! My OWN surrender, of course,  was optional/.And we "all went to heaven in a little row-boat!" -when Johnny comes marching home... None of  THIS (actually!) will mean a shit; when Johnny comes marching home.

When Johnny comes marching home again, HURRAH, HURRAH! When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! HURRAH!
Good PEOPLE have died to keep you FREE. Some wrote, some painted, some thought, some said, "LET IT BE"...and if you KNEW, you'd be on your knees: ASK JOHNNY or JOANIE with half a face, a missing limb, a foot that itches but they cannot scratch, who staggers home from WORLD CONFLICT? -YOU? Are YOU gonna take him or HER out for a beer or two?
...And we'll ALL be happy when Johnny comes marching home. And we'll ALL be happy when Johnny comes marching home. And we'll ALL go marching... when Johnny comes marching home.

 When Johnny come marching home again, HUZZAH! HUZZAH! -Be sure of a great Welcome then; HUZZAH! HUZZAH!
The Girls will sing, the Boys will ROAR. A song that lasts for Evermore. And we'll all go marching?...When Johnny comes marching home. And we'll ALL be grateful, when Johnny comes marching home.


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Raggazimento No. 17: "THE ITALIAN JOB".

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No 17: "THE ITALIAN JOB".


Yo, Babe? Don't ya worry bout me. -Got some Olive Oil, spices and electricity. (AM) Reading Peter Carey's book, called:  BLISS... He's an Australian writer with a couple of movie deals under his belt but like most AUSSIE writers, he KANGAROOS OUT;  gimmie the car-chase, gimme the shoot-out!: -first page, BRUCE! -quit hopping around like a literary marsupial/movie deals or...just WHO IS Ralph Feinnes? -was he on Schindler's List?...?.
Like I say; doll? -mornings (mattinas) are tough in Piacenza, Italy. The TV, the frickin' radio!? (the shootings, the traffic)... There was some kind of "shoot-out" at Lady Bar, via Mazzini, yesterday morning.  Someone HIT the jackpot on the slots (won €400!) then refused to buy the "usual suspects" a celebration Cocktail. The "lucky" slot-winner? -he's now in a body-bag and absolutely NO-ONE has been arrested. The CARRIBINERI(A) (guys who dress like Napoleon but are ONLY allowed ONE BULLET in their Glock 9mm.), plus! PLUS! -local representatives of the Mafia AND the CAMMORA, called in from Napoli,  have all been consulted. The "lucky-slot machine winner", tomorrow, being duly CREMATED; his €400 slot machine winnings? -being used to "defray" notification-postage of next-of-kin, dispersion of deceased belongings, funeral costs, etc. Local Moroccan flower-dude (on bicycle) donated 6 roses.
Yo, babe? Don't ya worry bout a thing. Got me some olive oil, spices...and electricity.


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, via Mazzini

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzi No. 16: "Only the lonely..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/lord borgo/Ragazzi No. 16: "Only the lonely..."


Only the lonely.. will ever lend a hand. Only the lonely? If you need a friend? Call 1-800-LONELY: I DO; every Wednesday at Happy-hour: No-one picks up the phone.

Only the Lonely...will STEER you to the Super-market (and back), when both your legs have been recently amputated, you're in a wheel-chair, and it's a choice between a TAXI ot PAUL NEWMAN'S  canned "Consomme of Chicken"?

Only the Lonely will protect your political rights. Somehow (the Lonely?) they got educated, mentained ttheir integrity - in isolation - did NOT win the NOBLE PRIZE,  from those guys up in FINLAND - met a nice girl/had cool children, and prevailed?

Only the Lonely will find you when you're LOST; you'll have a friend, but it will cost you your loneliness.
With luck? You'll by-pass DISCO/RAP, turn to DRINK and become a happy chain smoker...:)

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No. 15: TULA!

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Ragazzimento No. 15: TULA!


She (Tula) hails from Romania, Bohemia, Transylvania; vampires come to mind? Yet she has distinctive blond hair; distinctive? -because in Winter IT DOESN'T FADE or darken. Tula's "sunlight" comes from within.
Sandro, her boyfriend, is tired of her. "I", am not.
She's a maestro in the culinary field. A "fashion-ista!" of course. (lives in ITALY) Gives cursory glance to menial jobs, watches a lot of TV (No crime).
I think of her "at home" wrapped in a gypsy shawl, sprawled seductively, on the divan. Occasionally, a cigarette. a glass of wine, pondering Infinity...?
OR, she will sit, quite "at attention", a'la "cats-cradle" and SWEET-NOTHINGS your attention, conversation, an attempt at an embrace!...?
Always charming. Alas; for mere mortals?
-the labyrinth of her mind is staggering!

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No. 14: THIS WEEK'S TOP 10/Old Punk Rocker hits!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/lord borgo esq./Ragazzimento No.14: This week's TOP TEN-Old Punk Rocker HITS!

(dedicato: Jude de Lorca)


1) LONDON - isn't - CALLING!
2) Wheelchair Gridlock!
3) Ain't no sunshine (when you gon blind..)
4) Nutcracker Suite
5) NEED BATTERIES (for the whatssit!?)
6) Alzheimer's Blues (forgot lyrics)
7) Does anyone REALLY know what time it is?
8) Bury my Heart in Canoga Park.
9) JANEY - really DID! - have a GUN!
10) It's all over now, Baby-Blue...

ELEVEN!!! -there's always an ELEVEN! -reader should now fill in applicable song title in blank space:
(blank space:)  ".................................................." -but CANNOT use "Stairway to Heaven", "Dark Side of the Spoon", OR! "Oh Lord-Sweet Jesus! -drop-kick me thru the goalposts of LIFE!"

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/RAGAZZIMENTO No. 13: "Songs I never sung."

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Ragazzimento No. 13: "Songs I never sung."


(dedicato: Doug Treadway-Poet)


If you see a man walking down the road and he tells you his name is BHUDDA? -kill him, outright! (just do it!)
If you wake and feel the sun on your face? -count your blessings; perhaps you - in your life - DID something good?
...ALLAH favors the compassionate.

If you hear word of St. Patrick, who, incidentally, now lives by FAIRPLAY, in SOUTH PARK-Colorado? -wish him well; his Lady, too: St. REZA (think Hildegard of BINGEN, Ger.), both good people, well and true;
and if you see a Man sitting hopeless, begging on the street? -saying: "Buddy? Can you spare a Dime?" -don't give him money. Give him a FISHING LINE.

All good Gentlemen, all good Ladies, too? GOOD SHOES, I wish you.
Our feet clutch the Earth...whilst our minds reach Skyward!

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Our Man in Europe/ragazzimento No. 12: FIVE EASY RAGAS...

Our Man in Europe/ragazzimento no 12: FIVE EASY RAGAS...


RAGA No 1:  "HOW IT'S MADE" (in Italian: Comme E fatto): BRITISH PEACOCK

First? You have to impregnate a female/buxom wench. If THAT goes well, the embryo of "said product" will develop. After-birth, which MOST "said products" ARE, come with 1 - to - 5 - senses. Some FINE tuning during the first 15 years of existence - which should include, regimentation, religious and political brain-washing/wealthier families have the option of sending "said product"  to a private school  (ETON, HARROW, RODEAN) where a full course in same-gender SEX can be firmly embedded.
Further development AND REFINEMENT of "said product" can then be presented, at Court, or  in "decent" society.
Relax. LATHE MACHINES, drills, electric shocks (lobotomy) can be administered later, should "said product"  either NOT incline to heterosexuality, NOT go into Banking, the Diplomatic Corps, Politics, shows NO FLAIR for mingling with JEWS, MUSLIMS, INDUS or the landed gentry of America - who ALWAYS go by the name of KENNEDY or HUEY P. LONG -both of Irish descent...?
LASTLY? -keep "said product"  STRICTLY AWAY from Buddhists, Scientologists and HARI-KHRISTNA types;
......And THAT...is how it's made.



RAGA No. 2: FAT MARGOT -apres Francois Villion

Her name was LILLY OF THE VALLEY and I loved her, loved her so. She RAN OFF with a "techie" and left me all so low.
So? My NEW love, QUEEN MARGOT (Oak-aged, blended Scotch whisky, €4.99 a bottle) keeps me warm at night;
Her name was Lilly of the Valley, and I loved her, loved her so.

Her name was Lilly of the Valley; wonder where she's gone? We are FRIENDS on Myspace, but NOT on Facebook, amongst her FRIENDS I count as ONE (No Twitter).
Do I ever get a Card/E-mail? JEEZE! NO SUCH LUCK.
And whilst Queen Margot keeps me warm at night, she's NO good for a...................... (reader must create final expletive)
...Her name was Lilly of the Valley...and I loved her, loved her so.



RAGA No. 3: "...A SHEEP or a LAMB."


Our MAN in Singapore (SJ.esq.), as of late,  been giving me good career advice:

1) SLAVERY is not ALL that it's cut out to be. (getting a job)

2) GRIFTING can BE lucrative though there is always the possibility of retribution.

3) The THREE CARD TRICK only works for about 10 minutes.

4) Whisky'll make a blind man sing the blues!

5) Do NOT go on the DAVE LETTERMAN "talk-show"!

6) Always invite ALL the Paparazzi into your home for cocktails.

7) Also, invite Johnny Depp.

8) The THREE CARD TRICK only works for 10 minutes.

9) If I see YOU AND MY EX-WIFE at the MOTEL 6 AGAIN!? -I'll kill you!

10) Do you know the way to San Jose?
..........

DARN! I may as well be HUNG for killing a sheep as a lamb, or a lamb as a sheep (whatever!) -I'm going on the "TALK SHOW!"...:)


RAGA No. 4: CORSO

MINK COAT on a bicycle, struggles on by. Some lady with two bambinos in-tow, remonstrates: "Wait till your father gets home!"
Lorenzo (Street Accordion player) he just waltzes down the Corso. Dogs barking, fishmongers selling, sun peeks out; belladonna's walk on by: Sitting at the World Cafe-Salvatore serving up the tapas and vino: I fail to SCREAM, but dream...:)

RAGA No. 5:  Pride

She did not give just wot she ought, she never said "I'm true!" (her spelling was atrocious!) She lived and DIED yet the World decides; to carve her name with pride.
A 1,000 ships went sailin' out, with MEN all brave and true; something bespoke, a lion's ROAR, we carve her name with pride.
And Paris, Ajax, ALL those cats, Achilles, too, who died ...for one and all? No tears are shed. The blood's been bled; we carve her name with pride; we carve her name with pride.


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Our man in FRickin Europe: Ragazzimento: No. 11: LUCA

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ritzy address-cool girlfriends/lord Borgo/quite intolerant: No. 11: LUCA


LUCA thinks I'm funny 'cos I "busk"/play folk-pop songs on (City) Piacenza's main drag (strada). He skips by - with his careless 17 year old pals - licks-kicks-shit in my guitar money bag or trash, insults, or chocolate bonb-bons (?) which no doubt impresses his friends and skips along, happily. (demonically laughing?)

...If he KNEW how close to Death he trod, I'm certain he wouldn't sleep alone with his juvenile trinckets/rap star icon posters; that undependable Cell phone service... IN THE DARK OF NIGHT? -probably run to his MOMMAS bed and ask for a hug!!?
I would


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Our FAB DUDE in Europe/Ragazzimento: No: 10: "Minerva".

Our Man in Europe/dave delalacroix/Ragazzimento: No. 10: MINERVA...


Sleep tonight, my love. WE are the nightcommers.
We swish and swirl like a boy and girl in EDEN.

Sleep well tonight, my Sweet.
Your dreams tumble;
 mine? -they just crash:
A helmet of insensibility protects me.
Downright COSA NOSTA (Our business)
-I can only be killed from the INSIDE.

Sleep sublime, my Sweet...and dream.
Did HE who made the Lamb make thee? And
that intelligencen who created the Guiolltine,
 the GAS CHAMBER
 or MURDER;
 was it HE or SHE
(the one?) that set you free,
 like ME: an Emotional refugee?...
(with no Dental plan);

Your feet, like mine, are clean. How WELL we will walk in Paradise.

c 2012/DD/stanco-italia/yak later...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No. 9: ZAZZI!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No. 9: ZAZZI!


ZAZZI? Haven't seen her since World War Three! Tall, blond, lithe, buckling and "ornery"! -one of the survivors (WW III..?) Shell shocked? -for sure. Who wouldn't be? Breast cancer? DICK fell off? -and THAT was just the OTHER people! ZAZZI and ME? We got lucky. We survived on Life's FRIZZ ANTE and never stayed at ONE address long enough; least ways, the DEVIL never knew where we were.
Officially; we never had SEX.

ZAZZI was NEVER big on facial cosmetics. No doubt - in her travels - she always carried a "Pandora's box" of "rock & roll", but never needed to emphasize her feminine charms. Personality/character was enough, in which she had in Spades. If she didn't like you? she'd drop-kick you in the CROTCH (sometimes, a Camera is priceless!); long, manicured nails and CAT-FIGHTS were her speciality!
But a POET? -undoubtedly.

Married, now, to some Prince in LE MARCHE (Italy). He has kids from his deceased, first wife; I hear ALL is "tranquillo"; ZAZZI is jiving at BEING "Il Madonna"! -residing in a villa/castello by the Adriatic.
.....World War Four, of course, is always around the corner. ZAZZI isn't one to sit still, which is WHY I always keep a spare room available at the HOTEL DAVE (€35 per nite/big T.V.) And if YOU knew ZAZZI - regardless of rates/big TV - you would too.

Last telephone call from ZAZZI?... Goes something like THIS: ".....Yadda, yadda, bee-bop-a-loopa....Incidentally, Dave?"
"Yes, Sweetie-pie?"
"Do you KNOW the MEANING OF LIFE?"
"Yes, Sweetie. I do."
"Dave!" she urges: "What is it!?"
(short pause whilst I imbibe on glass of Chianti)
"Sweetie-pie?" says I: "The MEANING of LIFE is TRUTH...."
"Explain!" -demands ZAZZI.
"Darling?" says I; "Would you consider yourself UNIQUE?"
"Dave!? I'm growing impatient!!" she retorts.
"Sweetie-pie?" says I, reverting to my PURR: "It's PERSONAL. The MEANING of Life is NOT a "generic" thing. For all things living, it has its OWN application... For YOU. For Me. For ALL man-womankind!" (I wanted to add, and ze buds and ze bees!)
"Dave?" (ZAZZI) -after a substantial pause;
"Yes, ZAZZI?" -says I.
"I'm driving all night, coming to your house, then I'm gonna kick you real hard in the CROTCH!"
I respond, "There's NOTHING, Sweetie-pie, I'd like better. Just make sure THAT comes with a case of Vino!"...:)

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No 8: "LAY, LADY, LAY"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No 8: "Lay, Lady, Lay..."


When the Old Lady died on Xmas eve in a pale blue night dress and ballerina slippers, taking with her what memories she still had, I think she KNEW/was wise: the inconsequential hands that would pick up her lifeless limbs, the callous refractions of an Undertaker's attention.
Did she rebel, revile, SCREAM: "Decency! HUMILITY!"? -she could not.

When the Old Lady died? And she WAS a LADY, unbeknown st to her nieces, nephews, God-children, etc.... In her beginning WAS a beginning. In her Youth? She spoke the TRUTH. She waltzed in Vienna and jived in PAREE. Many a broken heart, these days, trails lonesome roads. Her particular style of guitar finger-pickin'? -like Django Reinhardt, you might ask? But now, she can only Gypsy reply.

When the Great Lady died; did she know - or hovering above - observe the dissection, indeed! vivisection of her treasures, by lawyers, estate agents, distant cousins and jackals? -her antique wedding dress, jewelry, a life-time collection of earrings, Basque-solid furniture, her favorite coffee cup, souvenirs from Thailand, Egypt, Morocco; that "water"-pipe, I believe she cherished to the end...?

When the Old Lady died, she died alone but NOT lonely (Pizza delivery guy was 5 mins. away/cool neighbors arriving in 10 mins. with Martini fixings!) Her twin sister, too, showed up, 5 minutes after she "passed". So did BOB DYLAN, singing, "Lay, Lady, lay" on her stereo.
I DO believe it was a beautiful "passing".

When the Lady DID die, she - I think - did so, as she had lived: with Direction!
As for Death?
"Don't sweat it. It can't be all THAT bad; nobody ever comes back here! I figure it's a place where nobody pays TAXES!" -she would say.
Lay, Lady, lay. And dark is the grave where-in my friend is laid.

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Our man in ZING POH! -Dave delacroix/Ragazzi No 7: Iced-Cream

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento,  No 7: Iced-Cream!


Is Dave Delacroix DEAD or is that how it's meant to be?
GIADA says: "DAVE is quite definitely DEAD."
FABIO, her husband? He says: "...Down at the Coroners Office/refrigerator? I smelled Irish Whisky!... I think DAVE is just faking it. I saw his corpse. He's wearing YSL "smocks" with NO shoes and thinks he's COOL.!...?"
DJUBA (GIADA-FABIO's bambino, aged 4) says: "DAVE knows EXACTLY what he's doing; dead or otherwise... On several occasions, I've tried to remonstrate! Psycho-therapy HASN'T worked, and, quite frankly (at the age of 4) I'm running out of patience... DAVE ALSO owes me an Iced-Cream!"

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Our DUDE in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzi No 6: "Pastel People"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ handsome fella/nice clothes/clean habits/never smokes/only drinks sherry on Sundays: No 6: "PASTEL PEOPLE"


One of thee most tiresome things about ART GALLERY openings, featuring the "awesome" works/contributions of the latest amateur "pastel people" is - apart from being served the sad vin blanc - IS the folks/ragazzi (in Piacenza) discover  the writer  Dave Delacroix  is: "amongst us/reasonably sober" and  they want to suck your Cock!

Trust me, folks; after the first TWENTY times, your DICK drops off; some "Roadie" of mine picked it up off an Art gal's toilet floor and, somehow or other, it is now exhibited in a glass case in the SMITHSONIAN MUSEUM (warts & all) for the delight/edification of visiting-provincial school children who, alas, will need years of psycho-therapy to recover from the exposure!
I....am NOT responsible.
I WRITE: Like it or hate it.... But the "pastel people" prevail...?

c 2013/dd/piacenza!frickin february/Is it HAPPY HOUR?...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/heart congestion/ragazzi-mento No 5: "NUTS!"

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/RAGAZZIMENTO: No 5: "NUTS!"


February 7th. 2013, a date that will live in "bellisismo" INFAMY...should be noted on ALL future Calendars as the day that my local CRAI "Super-Mercato" (market/the size of an Amish kiosk/expensive/you shop there, you CRY) actually REDUCED Wuhrer beer from €5.38 a-sixpack to €3.72!

I live across the street (via campagnia) from the basillica St Sepulco (dubious Saint) but "I" can tell you, hundreds of Israelites and Muslims came pouring out, singing "Oh Susannah!", followed by one or two Catholics who (I guess?) were either; A: tea-totaled? B: Pissed off about losing Madre Mary fans to the CRAI super-market chain!?...
Me? I didn't give nuts!...:)

c.2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo esq./ourmanineurope/send food parcels...:)