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!"...:)

c 2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza/italia...:)