Our Man in Europe-Dave delacroix-: "Givin' U da Best dat I can!"

Our Man in Europe-dave Delacroix -  "Givin' U da Best dat I Got!"

(dedicato: Caroline)


NO T.V. The  Inter-net, "Gone with da Wind"?  Nobody called (Cell-thingy), No BOOZE in da Fridge! (Gone with da  wind?)
...But A'mah givin' U da Best dat I got?
U know a'mah givin' U da best dat I got? Always givin' U da Best dat I can,  every time.

LAURA lingers, over mah shoulders, wants to know which way the River flows? Francesca, Isabella, Ragazzi!!!
MIO? I gone down to HISTORY, Babee: And gone with the wind? And - yes - "Gone with da  Wind";

Cause I'm givin' U the best that I got? U know I'm giving U the best that I can? Some days, it may be like Nothing:
(Gone with the wind!)
But this Boy's givin' U the Best that he's got: Day and night.

(Singing:) NO T.V. Internet gone South? Song of Ages: COWBOY MOUTH. And U and Me? Tennessee... and all the good things that Life is meant to be?

Cause I'm giving U the best that I got? YO! A'mah givin'  U the best that I can? Givin' U da best that I got....every day and night.




c 2015-davedelacroix-our man in europe-March, 2015: LORD BORGO. POSTED at FANI's "Inter-net" Cafe, via Campagnia, Piacenza-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "East of Eden..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "East of Eden..."


(dedicato: Zachary.)


...(just yakkin', now:)  "East of Eden."


AND IN THE EAST, did U make a promise..like the Sunrise?
Did U  "Go With"  GOD/in SHA-ALLAH,  in Youth,
yet, become Devil-OLD? -East of Eden?
-It looks like U are in good company...on this Ship of Fools?

And in the WEST? -now U know the best? -Hey! "Happy Trails!", "Bon Voyage!"
-What drove U there can never take U back again, East of Eden;
before, that is,  Eden was born: MAN'S... primordial Real Estate?

God's High Noon...doesn't speak. It's Scimitar (sharp sword) easily splices
head from neck
and leaves U where U began
(fill in blank:)   "............of ..............."
And I, for one, am speechless. (Absolutely NO head!?)

And to the North, Winter thoughts, SOUTH, to escape
in God's dream scape, without an End?
What path in time...serves to advance an honest mind?

A promise?
A wish?
A farewell kiss?
And the "look of Love"?
-A look much like YOURS;
and MUCH company...East of Eden?



c 2015/davedelacroix/calandesco-emelia-romagna-italia..

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Sun Also Rises"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Sun Also Rises."


(Dedicato: Friends of ALL Faiths)


There's a reason why
the KIDS all cry, seeing
Mom & Pops
(who wanna now die?)
going crazy, drunk
DOPED out
every Saturday night?

And there's a "passion" lost
at such a cost
when IMAN, Priest, all say
to HATE or KILL is OK;
well? -The Bambinos
the Innocent
don't want or need
your Creed,
your Old Man's Clothes;

(and there's a REASON
just why the KIDS bawl?)

"Just gimme some milk,
a piece of bread
and get that hatred OUT
of your god-damn head!
The Earth will turn;
and the Sun also rises."

U say that U
can't find Love
and there it is
right in front of U,
as sure,
as the Sun also rises?

SHE is Noble
HE is proud,
Poets of the Ages,
HAFIZ to EZRA POUND,
and renown,
bless the Peace
that struggles in your hearts!

(And TRY to find the REASON;
just why all the KIDS bawl?:)

"Just gimme some milk,
a piece of bread
and get that HATRED out
of your God-damn head!
The Earth will turn;
and the Sun also rises:

...The Earth will turn
and the Sun also rises"



c 2015/davedelacroix/HOTEL DAVE/Piacenza-Italia.

Our Dude-ster! -in Europe/dave delacroix/ ONION SOUP!

Our Dude-Ster in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Onion Soup..."

(Dedicato: Marc Pierson)

(Sub-titled: Agatha Christie: Why didn't they ask Dupont?)


Onion Soup...

...Guy with tangled bicycle wearing a b/w striped shirt, black beret, ring of onions around his neck...is HIT & RUN by some ASSASSIN driving an economy-sized, black FIAT on the Champs d'Elysses, in Paris-   France.
Eyewitnesses:

 "O my God! It happened so FAST!?"

 "O my God! Dat FIAT came out of NOWHERE!"

(American Tourist:) "O my God! Dat "Frog" didn't have a "frickin" chance!?.. A FIAT, right? He's Spaghetti, Man!"

GENDARME DUPONT (arriving first at the scene:):  "Monsieur! (addressing USA tourist,) "FER-LEEZE! Le FAX!!!?"

Italian Tourist:, interrupting: "A FIAT wouldn't DO that!" -shaking her head, negatively.

G-Dupont: "Madame?"

Ital. T.: "NO CRUCIFIX hanging from the rear view mirror-thingy?"

G-Dupont: "U sure?"

Ital. T.: "(crossing herself) "You bet! FRENCH CONNECTION, I think. "Coq au vin!" Capito?"

G-Dupont: "NOT a Fiat?"

Ital. T.: "Definitely a PEUGOT. The DRIVER wore a b/w striped shirt, a black beret and a string of onions around his neck!"

G-Dupont: "Madame? THAT is the description of the VICTIM!.... (gasping:) ...Did the driver ALSO have a tangled BICYCLE in his Peugeot!?"

Ital. T.: "He MIGHT have. I didn't get a close look. Ask that English couple with Umbrellas. They were much closer?"

G-Dupont:  (addressing the Limeys:) "Bonjour, Madame et Monsieur. Witness to the accident?..."

English Male: "COR BLIMEY, mate! U could 'ave hit me wiv a FEATHER! Me and the Wife, as right as oranges, gettin' ready for the "apples & pears" up the Eiffel Tower; then, as soon as U can say "how's your FATHER?", this BLOKE comes out of NOWHERE, struck down by GIDEONS!!! -I said: Well, wife? I said, what do U make of THAT? Bloody Foreigners, drivin' on the WRONG side of the road, and THEN, Monsieur "Defarge" doesn't even make it to the Guillotine! A bloody Omelet, I says: KNEES UP Mother
Brown! And definitely TOO heavy on the Onion, though, as my own dead mother would say..."

G-Dupont: "Stop! Stop! Arette! Monsieur! THE CAR?"

English Male: "Foreign job. Mercedes DSL 350. V-8 engine/fuel injection/auto starter!"

G-Dupont: "U sure?"

Eng. M.: "Ask the wife!"

Wife: "Just as "Nobby", my husband,  says. But you MIGHT ask that nice SPANISH couple. They were much closer?..."

G-Dupont: "Merci, Madame."

...Did I mention, all this takes place in mid-August? DEAD-Guy, sauteed in Onion rings, is fast getting Kentucky Fried Chicken?
Anyhow, Gendarme-Dupont quickly discovers "that nice Spanish couple" have little to add, except: "OLE! OLE!"/a NORMAL situation - in a City of FAMED bad drivers - on the Champs d'Ellysses...in their festa Rioja eyes?
THEN!!! -Enter the Paris CHIEF-OF-POLICE, on hand, due to chaperoning the veritable PRESIDENT of FRANCE, cruising up the Champs d'Ellysses/ He pokes his nose in and the LONE Gendarme, Dupont, must "cede" authority, but the PRESIDENT of FRANCE - also intrigued - steps out of his limousine and also initiates "enquiries": "C'mon, ca-va?"

Chef de P: "Un accident, Monsieur le President."

English Male: "Bloody foreigner got squashed by a V-8!!!"

President: "V8!? Is this Political?"

Spaniards: "OLE!!!"

Chef de P: "Absolutely -NON!"

Ital. T.: "Molto Francaisi!"

President: "Inside job?"

Eng. M.: "V-8, Auto Starter!! I've seen it before! Ask the Wife!"

Wife: "U tell 'em, Nobby!"

President: "Get me to the Palais Royal, VITE!!!"

Later, when the V.I.P. ensemble have departed, tourists scattered, Gendarme-Dupont wipes his brow and sits down at the nearest Cafe-patio, right there, on the Champs d'Ellysses...
The ORIGINAL "witness" to the scene of the "accident", THE AMERICAN, sitting nearby, introduces himself: "Bonjour." (he says) "I also was a Witness. I didn't see much, but if I tell U that the "victim" was involved in International ESPIONAGE and carrying ULTRA TOP SECRET MICROFILM-NANO-CHIPS,  concealed inside his Onions...and for the Honor of France and the Defense of the Western Hemisphere, it was sanctioned/ordained/requested, that a "fatal accident" should occur?..." -he gets up to leave: "...Please except and enjoy another "pastiche" (PERNOD) on behalf of your Country, the Honor of France, and her Allies?",
adding, "By the way? Keep your ears open for ANYTHING to do with the "matter" of the "V-8"?" -and departs.
Naturally, G-Dupont, having had a "full" day, commutes home, divests himself of his Police uniform, gets into his "Jammie's" (pyjamas), hits his refrigerator, grabs the ABSOLUT Vodka and a can of V-8 tomato juice, makes himeself a BLOODY MARY, settles back... and falls asleep  watching a re-run of "Inspector Maigret" on French T.V.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.....:)


c 2015/davedelacroix/our man in europe/milan-italy.

 

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Alpha Man."

Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix/ "Alpha Man."


(dedicato: Jean-Paul Belmondo)


PUSSY East.
Pussy West?
Pussy busts guts
to get da best;
da Alpha-Man.

Any which way,
U can't lose;
da Alpha-Man?

Good at Sports?
Hi-tech CZAR?
Dude with da DOPE
(could Pussy Galore?)
want da Alpha-Man?

"MY NAME IS BOND;
Dave-BOND!
(Licenced to Chill:)
The Alpha-Man;

And Pussy East
Pussy West;
Alpha-Man can't lose!

(much later:)

But when Alpha-Man
is dying, crippled
in a wheelchair
and the "franchise" people
don't care;

for the first time
ALPHA-MAN
sees that no-one is there?
The Fashion-line,
the Lifestyle;
After-shave for MEN
"...For Men who just don't care"?
Bloody shoes, too!!!
(Loafers!)

Pussy East
And Pussy Galore
(gone Mae West)
to another Alpha shore...



c 2015/davedelacroix/lord borgo/perino-itala

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Educating DORABELLA..."

Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix/ "Educating DORABELLA!"


(dedicato: "Orlando Furisio" -who owes me $20!)


DORABELLA's Mamma: "So! Figlia! (daughter), WHAT did U learn at College today; Milano University, isn't it? The GIG I worked so hard for, scrubbing other people's bathrooms (bagni) to pay for your glorious Education? YOU! The "grande Domani" (future) of our poor family?"
Dorabella/MILANO Fashion-ista: "Mamma, CHILL OUT, "per favore". My I-PHONE is on "da blink" and I think I need a new NET-PAD...Hold that thought:; my Cell-phone is ringing; it might be Orlando?..."
MAMMA busies herself scrubbing the neighbors toilet bowl (8 euros per hour).
Later...
Mamma: "So! ORLANDO? He is a College amico? From a good family? He will be a Doctor? A Counciliarie? Tell me, Dorabella? Mamma is SO excited!!!"
Dorabella: "GET REAL, MAMMA! This is a VIRTUAL relationship!?"
Mamma: "Ah! Capito! And you see this BAGNIA (toilet) that I am scrubbing clean for 8 euros per hour to pay for your College needs? I guess, it TOO, is VIRTUAL!"
(Versuvio!!!)
Mamma dispenses with the Rubber gloves and dumps the mop and bucket over Dorabella's "fashion-ista" head and KICKS her out of the house. She then stamps on Dorabella's Cell phone, curses her - and her long absent father - puts on her OWN "fashion-ista", finest old dress, "pops" a Cork...And when ORLANDO - un-virtual - out of the blue? - arrives "ardento!" with Champagne and Roses, immediately dispensing with the "le cadeaux di romantica", in the dimly lit boudoir, straggles her - devil-may-care - wanton body, and then departs, two hours later, swearing eternal love; Mamma smiles...
Later: 5.a.m.
Dorabella returns, sulking, but asking for "virtual" forgiveness. Mamma - still smiling - gives her "virtual" forgiveness. The next day? Dorabella goes back to College - doesn't see ORLANDO? - but studies twice as hard. Mamma? She puts back on the Rubber Gloves, lights a cigarette, and with a smile? -takes her Mop and bucket to another neighbors bathroom... OH BLA DI, OH BLA DAH: Life goes on...:)



c 2015/davedelacroix/our man in europe/Rivergaro-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Gracie!" (Piss & Vinegar!)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Gracie!" (Piss & Vinegar!)

(dedicato: MEGAN -R.I.P.)

GRACIE was 10 or 12 years old. Gallery owner/music promoters' kid, backstage in an Art gallery/dave delacroix concert, East Colfax Boulevard, Denver-Colorado, USA; the stage-back-drop eschew with ornate, empty picture frames...
Every time I paused between songs Gracie would prop up a single large picture frame, stand behind and present HERSELF as THE picture "subject" and holler: "DAVE!!!" (10 or 12 years old...!)
Even as a KID Gracie was ahead of her years; maybe later, school, college, she'll probably gravitate to Art School, the PEACE CORPS, donate half her income to some third world country, NEVER get married but have a kid of her own by some passing love? She will constantly Travel: A portrait in Progress full of "piss & vinegar" (joi de vie/courage!) And you can put THAT in your Pipe and Smoke it!!!...:)


c 2015/davedelacroix/late february/piacenza-italy.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Cleopatra."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Cleopatra."


(dedicato: Heather Dalton, USA)

"Cleopatra."

KLEO stomped into the HOTEL DAVE (65 bucks per nite/no Croissant w/morning coffee)...I was NOT expecting her/her "Entourage"; I was broiling dead fish with oregano, pepper NERO and Basilicum. And cut out the onions, garlic, root ginger, Piacenza's best tap water: FUMIGATA CUCINA! -Gas on High!
KLEO was not disturbed. And INSTANTLY told me I should add a BAY LEAF, one of her "Roadies", to jump in the pot along with yet more pepper-nero?
Young kid (a.k.a: BAY LEAF) was wearing soiled LEVI STRAUSS/tie-die t-shirt, and only 21 years old...so I suggested he "kick-back", just hand over the Oregano, which he did?

So KLEO (Patra) took over the HOTEL DAVE (no problemo). She brings several Fur Coats to  the table: Mink. Dead Mink. Sable. And Ferret.
I once CALLED 1-800-Ferrets-Anonymous (F.A.), left a message, but they never called me back...?
Meanwhile? KLEO (and her band/entourage) having totally established "refugee status" at the HOTEL DAVE/quite free, like Uncut Diamonds! -are WRECKING my domestic Kharma...The dead fish in the pot is certifiably DEAD, and THEN SOME. As for the rest? It's ALMOST legible: A BOOK?
Read one.
Later? Read it back to me?


c 2015/dave delacroix/lago Como/italia

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ GEORGI GOLD & the Bader-Meinhof Gang rob the California Zephyr...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ Georgi Gold & the Bader-Meinhof Gang rob the California Zephyr.


(dedicato: City of Chicago)


(the California Zephyr is an AMTRAK train, runs from Chicago to San Francisco...mostly made out of Aluminum...and, many beautiful people... LIVE in Chicago)


Act I:

(Rob the Train?)  "OPINIONS!?"

Johann: "NOT!"
Ute: "Possibly?"
Ingrid: "He needs to wear a ZOOT suit!"
Georgi Gold: "Who we talkin' bout!?"
Rodolphe: "Zoot? In disguise? Much better!"
Ava (actually from Austria): "He should MARCH! Be bold!"
Avril: "He should LOVE!"
(Georgi is silently parrying these ideas, slowly shaking is head)
MAX: "In GERMANY? -we don't give that Austrian shit any mind!...?"
Volka: "HITLER was Austrian!"
Claudia: "But isn't this ALL semantics?"
Utta: "How do U spell that? With a kiss
or with an AXE?"
Georgi Gold: "Duh?"
Wolfgang (always a man of business):
"So how do we ROB the "California Zephyr (train)?"
Paulus: "Frickin' MISSILES, man!?"
Lena: "Good idea!"
Christiana: "YO! I have one in my Ruk-sack!
(Economy size!)"
Oda: "Is there any MONEY to be HAD
on this frickin' California Zephyr, train-thingy?"
Klaus: "We have NO such information from the  HIGH
COMMAND - who reside at No. 58, Kaiser Strasse..
address's...address's...I'm so bad with names...Oh! Oh!
KREUZ...BERG (I think?); anyways, it's by the BERLIN WALL
(U can't miss it?)..."
...............................And the BEAT goes on.


The ZEPHYR, and ALL who ride her, run free...



c 2015/davedelacroix/italy and loving it!

Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ PORTOFINO: "On the Dock of the Bay."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ PORTOFINO: "On the Dock of the Bay."


(dedicato: C.M.A.)


Portofino: "On the Dock of the Bay."


"....Were U in dat movie? Were U fresh and clear? Italian, English, Senegalese; and like the 7th. Cavalry, General Custer with tits, did you save my life, bring Jack Daniels or Beer? Were U black and white (b/w), technicolor BABE!? Did U placate "Vendetta", my sworn enemies (the Hatfields & the McCoys) and say, "RELAX boys. It's just DAVE?"
Did U "forage" (girl?) for the rent? Did U take (not OURS/we don't have none) DA KIDS out for a walk? Gave 'em toys, GO BOYS! -said how PRETTY the young ladies walked? Did the sunshine, glancing on your old re-stitched, floral print skirt, a "Belevedere", designed by YSL, year after year?
Did U passion TEN in your kiss to me? Do U succumb to the (the YOU!), the Kid you miss? -that left you when U were 10  or 12, avoided drunken Padre, always-sick Madre, whilst bambinos skittled around your hem; and then, to meet ME?

We laze, Portafino, "on the dock of the bay"; NOT in the expensive Cafes? We have our own "pane", "Goganzaga", "Prosciutto", Frascatti-Barolo, and we kiss, saluting the sea, the earth and the sky. Ha! Passing tourists, over-dressed - look at our love and wonder why?

Were YOU in dat Movie? (BABEE! U BETCHA!)
Were YOU fresh and clean? (HONEY! ECCO!!!)

....The 7th. Calvary, General Custer to save the Day, the pipes, the drums, mandolin-guitars?...we don't need. And if U don't believe it? Well! Come and see...:)

(Honey? Where's my bloody Tobacco?...)



c 2014/davedelacroix/Genoa (Chris Columbus's home town) -Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Bellasconi's Summer."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Bellasconi's Summer."


(co-written with Achibaldi Bellasconi)


"...ALL my Summers,
 California dreamin';
 all my Winters, to U?
All my Summers;
 THIS town, the next,
 a full Cast (drama personae)
and now, the few?

All my Summers
 echo in your smile
 that I cannot forget;
a taste of Summer's guile?

 All my Summer's
 (I think of Africa/I once went Blonde!)
..YO Summer!?

-Perhaps I was soooo very strong
 (molto hubba-hubba!?),
played UKULELE,
 knew ALL the songs?

... Knew the songs
that no-one had ever heard
 now dispersed?...

All my Summer's, a Song for a Fool?
All my Summers, now, over-used?
ALL my Summer's?
Our Youth is gone: All my
Summer's.....this Song.



c 2015/davedelacroix/marquise delacroix de la Bongo-Bongo/st. Nicolo-italy.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Bellasconi in Love."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Bellasconi in Love."


(dedicato: Allessando & Flaviamina!)


AMICA, Amore, quando (when?) amore? -I don't want to go to that Conference in Brussels; you will not be there (my Wife WILL)?...

AMICA, Amore, quando amore? It's YOU, mia TURTLE DOVE, only U my Babee, on the Island of Love?...

And for YOU (Dorabella, Flavia, Isabella, Lucia and ZAZI): I'll give up my saturation-blanket of Media-reportage and devote all my time to U?...

And? If you think it's OK? No-one has WORK, let the "Straniere" (bloody Immigrants) arrive to deliver the NEWS of "mia amore! con LIBERTA, AVANTE, newspapers, etc.?...

And - for YOU - I'll throw all my MONEY in the TREVI FOUNTAIN? And then YOU and me? In POVERTY, we can go away?....

AMICA, Amore, quando; now that I am a penniless old fool....? And will U still love me tomorrow/domani? Will U still love ME AT NIGHT!? Oh!!!!!
(Aria): Dang! -I haven't felt THIS good...since I was TWENTY-ONE! (Tra-la-la-la.).....:)



c 2015/davedelacroix/lord borgo/ "in hiding"/ITALIA.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Lettres de Revolution/Dispatches of Change."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Lettres de Revolution/Dispatches of Change."


(Written by one Jacque Defarge, Paris, 1795/loosely translated by dave delacroix/2015)

Sophistication CONFOUNDED, the Elite can become no further richer nor ELITE,  and has NO place to go...excepting  a sense of VENGEANCE, too late,  for it's own Ice-thin reality; the High laid Low? -Usurped by its supporters, servants, sycophants, lawyers... who never, actually, got paid a damn thing!?

BREAD, Monsieur, in France, IS FREE!
Le grande illusion. A Dream.. Ask the Elite. That is why they hoard their Gold.

...Global distractions will not save them? No frugal harvest, either! Street cosmetics (Wendy's, McDonald's, Taco-Bell, Chik-fil-A, In-and Out-Burger, BURGER-KING? -dream on!) SMEAR's their obvious lipstick-Lanvin "indignue", and a NEW generation pulls down the symbols, their ICONS of transient value: In living TIME...and BLOOD.
Madame la Guillotine, at least,  will not hunger.


c 2015/davedelacroix/our man in europe/lord borgo/Marseille-France.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "GEORGE - "Nespresso!" -CLOONEY."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "George - Nespresso!" - Clooney."

(dedicato: G.C.)

Scene:  Trattoria patio/lake Como, Italy. George Clooney is seated at table surrounded by other tables all "choc-o-bloc" (filled) with Milano-hot babes/models all looking to co-star in his next movie?

George: (Drinking a NESPRESSO Italian coffee) "Girls? Don't you realize that DAVE DELACROIX is sitting inside this Trattoria...drinking - believe it or NOT? - a NESPRESSO?"

No response.

George: "Well...?" stubbing out his cigar; "...I think I'll go join him for a NESPRESSO, maybe a beer, and then....maybe a vino?"
(Gets up and goes inside.)

Short pause. Then ALL the Ladies jump up from their tables, spilling their NESPRESSO's and almost try to kill each other in the "gotta meet DAVE DELACROIX" stampede!!!

"Nespresso; what else?"



c 2015/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ WHISKY ON THE SIDE.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Whisky on da Side."

(dedicato: St. Sylvester/patron saint of Cartoons)

...Mirabella, MEMORY, David, and WHO can bear to be forgotten? Who can SCREAM -voiceless, and in between, memory, souvenirs, all U have, snow-melting; the Canals of Mars?
Spring day? Your sons grow bold, your daughters now rule the World. And YOU? -an old, useless wheel: HI-TECH-EN FORNICATED!
Once? U could'a "hitch-hiked" the World, to San Francisco, joined a Band, made a MOVIE, made connections, fricked some Dude in Hollywood - Israeli Occupied Territory - ; now sagging, wrinkled, faint whiskers on your chin? The WAITRESS, ILARIA -who will keep U safe? Phillipo? Who pours the Cocktails? Danny, Bella-Donna, a SISTA, too? She walks in "grooviness" like the night, serving BAMBINO "hor's d'heoevres" worthy like U?
Mirabella, memory, Goddess MINERVA and, yes: David,  stalk IN Poetry. But it's not what we DO, it's not what we THINK? And it's NOT en-joined with the hell or joy that a Maverick can bring? U will have word, and know it too...?

HILARY is a USA girl. Or French, or German. Hilary is da Gal you sat next to in school? ILEANA (Hilary), a queen of souls? Hilary will get her way...as U kiss? And as U kiss? -drink a Vino... on the river banks... of Summer's sway?....

.....U know I'm dying? (Repetitive E-Mails to ILARIA)  And SEX is OUT (dick fell off! And because I cannot remember your address).
U know I'm TOTAL MORTE? -because the love U inspired...is for the UNDER 40's.?
It's ALL over. Forget your hair! It's in my VISION, a memory, but IN a memory, U are not there?
(singing:) "I love U true!"
(singing:) "I love U Blue!"
(singing:) "DANG! IS dat U!?"
(delacroix continues to write belligerent love stuff:)

"Tra-la-la! Was it U who inspired my "grande Solo Mio"? Was it YOU (gal with blonde hair/Lot's money) who said: "DANG!-DANG!".... So I SMOKED a BIC BIRO pen, wrote with a CIGARETTE; Whisky on the side?
And Whisy on the side?...



c 2015/davedelacroix/lord borgo/vicomte Bobbio/Marquese Trebbiano, Rivergaro-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DIOGENES...and the GOAT"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DIOGENES...and the GOAT."


"...I'm stuck in mah cups,
 da Cyclades really SUCK
 The FOLKS (Greeks)
 don't bring bread
 or GOATS
and complain...they got no VINO?

It's an ABACUS Vita (life),
 I'm thinking 'bout
 resurrecting nubile DAUGHTERS
 counting BEANS...
with American quarters;
just how we equate?

DANG! She left me!
 Whiskies!

And GRAZIE-RAGAZZI!
-da "Bellesconi Soupe" too?
Grazie, fratelli
Grazie, Sorelli
Grazie-Amici: U too?

JAMES BROWN!!!
....Bad Boogie:
 'Can't git NO "funk" in dis Amphora...:

Diogenes , naked, with Abacus
.... chases a Goat.
 (Love's where ya can get it!)
Diogenes. Father/Padre
......of Mathematics".....



c 2015/davedelacroix/lord borgo/our man ineurope/St. Nicolo-itala

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Il Immigranti"/The Immigrants: "MAMMA? -We have to go?"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Il Immigranti"/The Immigrants: "MAMMA? -We have to go?"


(Italy: 1912)


Isabella: "Luigi! Did U sell the horse?"
Luigi: "Massimiliano? Si, bella-Isabella. I got 200 Lire!"
Isabella: "IDIOTI! I told U, 400!!! (look at my fingers!) 400 Lire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Luigi: "Babee? It's a buyer's market; Signor Cimatti has WE "immigranti" by the BALLS. I got what I could."
Isabella: "3 times Idioti! But what is to be done?
Luigi: "Dacorde!" (agreed)
Isabella: "Did U talk to MAMMA?"
Luigi: "Mio?"
Isabella: "Si, idiot. Explain to MAMMA we have no harvest, no food, the FARM is totally BUSTED, we are moving "lock-stock-Barolo to New York City... where the streets are paved with GOLD...!"
Luigi: "It's true?"
Isabella: "Doesn't matter. As long as MAMMA believes it? Go on! AVANTE! Do it!"
Luigi: "But MAMA don't wanna go...this is HER ancient Home. DANG! She can still remember GARIBALDI; and her "things"; old cooking pots, the chickens, goats, out in the yard, the VINO festival, Saints Days -when she wears her best clothes, her old - though dying - friends..and her market days: U know? How she likes to "haggle" with the local farmers? And out with the DOGS, Tito, Tito and Tito Jr., "prosciutto" the PIG: He ALWAYS sniffs out the best "funghi"!?"
Isabella: "BASTA!.... Luigi? I love U...but U are an IDIOTI. We're broke and busted. Your family is STARVING. AMERICA is our future. U will get a job with your Uncle Vincente in New York City. We will have a nice house. Your THREE bambinos (Marco, Marco and Maria) will go to school; become Doctors!..."
Luigi: "But MAMMA dosen't want to leave...?"
Isabella: "U must PERSUADE her. We cannot leave her behind. U are her SON!... The "carriage" arrives in ONE HOUR!... We're using Uncle Paolo's donkey to pull the cart?"
Luigi: "OK."
Isabella: "Tell her (mama) that it's a fun BOAT RIDE. A big one. On our tickets it says: ANDREA DORIA."
Luigi: "OK. But we MUST talk to her. I think it will take a 'Woman's touch"?"
Isabella: (under her breath: IDIOTI!) "I agree/daccorde!"

....Meanwhile: MAMMA, shrouded in Black, head to toe, is a little confused because there isn't anything cooking or about to BE cooked on the old fire stove? And the "Casa" is stripped bare!?

Isabella and Luigi approach with in trepidation. (Downright nervous!)

The WORDS "Mamma, we have to leave?" somehow fail on both their breaths . MAMMA, however, usually cowed, erects herself and says: "Bambini? Avante! Viaggi!" Picks up her "molto" leather travel bag , wipes away a tear...and struts with DIGNITY... out the door.




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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "SONG OF THE SLAVES".

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Song of the Slaves."

(dedicato: Giorgia B.)


Cantata?
Psalm?Or Blues;
"Mein heimat?"
"Mia Citta!"
Or, "the Town
I loved so well...?"

Song of your heart
when U
were just a Girl,
or a young boy
in love?

Guitar! Guitar!
Bring it on Home, NOW
I am so far away?
-a Cantata
a Tarantella,
a chant, a psalm
like a Prayer that's words
I knew, and
like YOU
thought I would never
forget?

 -How U looked?
(love dat dress!)
What we saw!
First kiss
and More...somehow, now
buried in Our Days
- TOO many days -
fraught with Tomorrows?

Song of the Slaves,
the ones that LAST,
the survivors; song
of KINGS, song
of YOUR yearning,
out-lasting
your faded photograph
and that ONE choice memory
that we take to the grave:
LOVE
and YOU?
 -I take with me...and smile.



c 2015/davedelacroix/prince of foxes/piacenza/italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "MEDICI BLUES".

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Medici Blues."

(dedicato: Alessandro)


...Phone call from a stranger? If someone calls, pay it NO mind. I'm in Milano, Roma, etc. with the "Farnese" blues.
Message from the Gods? Don't sweat it. And, certainly DON'T pay for the Call, della Gonzaga, Mantua/Mantovi.
Getting married? In Love? Hope she's richer than YOU: no-one loves U without NO shoes.
Princes enjoin in death, MURDER, and that cold kiss for, what is, only a Stranger's heart; which ripples?
Caesar BORGIA rides thru your town, L.A., New York, Milan: Peccadillo, with tooth-ache, the "French disease"...and GOLD. in Imola, reggio-Emiliani? -not ALL that glitters is Yellow. Courage, or the lack of it; certainly.
THE MEDICI BLUES - Twice! -Assassination! - But we are NOT dead. The Soul grows weary...but our Children will excel.



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our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "ODE to ROY."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Ode to Roy."


BEETHOVEN -above Napoleon. Ovid; Caesar Augustus. Dante or Shakespeare; their kings, queens... in the SHADE? And Plato; any advice?
Whole bloody Nations "doin' da Right thang", and within, AWARD Ceremonies of infantile vanity - up da WAZEE - thanking each other...for WHAT?
-A forgettable $50 million movie?
-The latest vulgar opulence?
The latest fiscal outrage?
The latest Political flatulence? The latest WAR? -with Priests, Rabbis, Imams, Buddha's, JU-JU men ALL on-board for one side or another, the one's hoarding the Gold?
Goodness, apparently, is relative Poverty. It begets Sharing.
Question: Who SINGS in their toil, anymore? On their way to work? In vineyards, on the FIAT Car production line; dang! -even on a CHAIN-GANG!?
Try THAT shit in the "Office"? -you'll be out on your Ear!

I ran into ROY the other day, in Cremona-Italy, where they STILL  try to create/capture the magic of STRADIVARIUS. He was (Roy) traditionally broke (no money), playing "fiddle" for peanuts on the piazza by the basilica.
I had 30 euro es. I took him to lunch: 2 paninis and a bottle of Valpolicella/plastic cups.
After lunch, he wobbled back to work.
No-one will remember ME, but ROY? -he might just make it...:)


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Ieri, Diablo, Ieri!" (Yesterday, Devil, yesterday!)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Ieri, Diablo, Ieri!" (Yesterday, Devil, yesterday!)

(dedicato: Goya..)

...Only the DEAD out-shout the Living...in your deliberations; over coffee, iced tea, Vino and beer? It's "something" U welcomed, something U drank with gusto!
WHO did you kill, rob, or even worse: Shame? -Evil, welcomed, evil THRIVES under a frail canopy of God's greatest gift? Two, perhaps? Life...and Time. Time to Live? And now, Time to die?
Do YOU too, shout or whisper? Better I go deaf than hear your SCREAM.
Oggi (today), dead.
Ieri? (yesterday), Alive!
Domani; (tomorrow) your LEGACY - for better or worse? - living on?



c 2015/davedelacroix/lord borgo/our man in europe/Pontefanco-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"BLACK-BAG!" (One of Our Dudes is missing...)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"BLACKBAG!" (One of Our Dudes is Missing...)


Official Government Report: "One of OUR Dudes is Missing...)

Enquiry: "...Yadda-yadda-yadda..."Our Man" was in control of one of those Flying-thingies...?"
Question: "Aeroplane/Jet-thingy?"
Enquiry: "Exactly."
Answer: "No Sir. We don't THINK he was a qualified Pilot?"
Enquiry: " But it IS possible?"
Answer: "Possible? Certainly, Sir."
Enquiry: "And he COULD have been listening - on headphones - to SERGIO MENDEZ & BRAZIL   "66"  when he went off the RADAR?"
Answer: "Ditto, Minister. It's POSSIBLE. He was OUR Boy....from IPANEMA. The message was clear."
Enquiry: "Family?"
Answer: "Gal in Colorado."
Enquiry: "Does she know?"
Answer: The WOMAN...OR, the woman's CAT knows (named MOLLY). We intercepted a low-level E-MAIL signed with a CAT'S "PAW".."
Enquiry: "Is this CODE?"
Answer: "We think so."
Enquiry: "Wotchagonna-DO?"
Answer: "Commiserate and send a case of Kitty's "Finest-Feast".."
Enquiry: "Eminent. The CHINESE will NEVER get it!"
Silencio: (Neither will WE!)
Enquiry: "Was he Religious? Should we donate something to his "Persuasion"; the Catholic church?"
Answer: "I BELIEVE, Minister, he was quite devout?"
Enquiry: "DEVOUT!? -Not a fanatic, I hope?"
Answer: "He WORKED for us?"
Enquiry: "Point taken. But answer the question?"
Answer: "Minister? He belonged to/sent subscriptions to, the SQUIRREL NUT ZIPPERS, a Baptist congregation based in Louisville-Kentucky, USA...?"
Enquiry: "....Perfectly Noble. Send them some Gideons Bibles, courtesy of Her Majesty's Government...and $100."
Answer: "$100?..."
Enquiry: "The Congregation can mourn, then, perhaps afford a decent "Chinese "Take-Out"...?"
Answer: "Diplomatic Bag, Sir?"
Enquiry: "SHOW SOME RESPECT: "Black bag!" -One of Our Boys is missing."



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Girl."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "the Girl." (DA Girl)


DA girl, from Italy, Albania, Croatia, Roumania? The Girl from France, England, Germany, Holland, Denmark, frickin' Russian-Scandinavia? -the Girl KICKED my ASS; the Girl said: "Next time, you ask!?"
(Chorus:) The Girl was Me and You. The Girl, was Me and You!

Da GAL said: "Hello!" I said, "Hello" too? She captured my Soul, saw my feet were weary... and BOUGHT me a new pair of shoes?
"Honey!!!?" -I cried; "SHOES are not Everything?" -with which she agreed. Then she promptly left me in Rio de Janeiro, singing mah song to thee: "The Girl was Me and You. The Girl...was Me and You."

The Girl (10 years later?) I found in Napoli. Don't snicker. She looked older, ran a Bordello; seemed to know what she was talking about? And I played the FOOL, it broke my Heart, and this POKER GAME we must play? The Queen of Spades, DA REIN della Spada; my Heart, as for where? -Gone away;
(Singing:)
 The Girl was ME, the Girl was YOU; it happens every day? The Boy, the Girl, "buenno fortuna"; AMICI: keep your Bambinis tight...:)



c 2015/dave delacroix/calesdranco, by Aneas and Eva.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "HOT SAUCE!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "HOT SAUCE!"

(Dedicato: Claudia Loens)


...delacroix is Wishin' U bright & beautiful..  Senhor delacroix, kissin' da WHISTLER on da Moon? delacroix is bleading, SAD-SAP, ON A lKillin' your misery; delacroixacroix is bleeding, writing on da wall. delacroix is ...deGange, delacroix NO FIX; de;llacroix is bleeding, painting o0n a wall, delacroix dont iknow nuttin', delacroix, so tall? delacroix know .....

All the above, my fellow writers, will understand:

Hot Sauce:

"...delacroix's "id" is bleeding, writing on the wall. delacroix, the Whistler, why do we come to call? delacroix, synopsis; THERE AINT NON E; delacroix - like U - arrived to have some fun . DELACROIX the Poet? -give him some room. And all the Ladies who "inter-acted", keep my money, keep my wardobe? delacroix, whistling ON: A grocery bill, a ROOF, is THIS all U got? Wednesday, Tuesday, days U hate to remember? ...delacroix "id"; and it might as well as rain to September.


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroixx/ "FOOL on the HILL/SCARBORO Fair..."

Our Man in Europe/ "Fool on the Hill/Scarborough Fair"



(Fool on the Hill)

Got SUPER-MARIO to fix the (cucina) sink.; he also got me a new TV (2 channels ONLY/both SHOAH; I get Dachau, Sachsenhausen, Bergen-Belsen, rewinds; documentaries/Holocaust; the NAZIS, Jews, eye-witnesses ALL "yak" Italian.)
...Got a THREE BAR electric Heater. (13 euro es); not much good, but I see the kids/pan-handlers out on the cold Italian Winter streets...and count my blessings.
I DO what I can DO.

(Scarborough Fair)

Are U going to Bridlington? Are U going to Robin Hood's Bay? Are U going to Mabelthorpe? Are U going to Scarborough fair? (Scorby Mills?)
Are U going to Cleethorpes? Grimbys, or Hull? Are U going to Doncaster, Rotherham, Sheffield or Leeds? Are you going to Halifax; go North: Newcastle or Middlersboro; are U going to Scarborough Fair?
Are U going to Carlyle, up NORTH, Edinburgh, Glasgow: as for as Inverness? -are U going where the good boys, Soldiers born, were born; are U going to Scarborough Fair.....?
Are U going 'up Bridlington, Robin Hood's Bay? Richmond! -all fighting Men; and on to Scarborough fair? With or without, past and future? There was once a good Lady...I knew there...



c 2015/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza-italy/february-cold 15.

dave delacroix/our man in europe/LORD BORGO/ "GRAZIE-RAGAZZI!"

...dave delacroix esq./lord Borgo/ ""GRAZIE-RAGAZZI!"


"Grazzie-Ragazzi!"


Grazie Ragazzi? And thanks to Francesca,
and thanks to Andrea, too?
Grazi Ragazzi: Bellisconi's Soupe!
Grazie Ragazzi; no more Nazis;

Grazie Ragazzi, bella vecchio
to U?
Grazie Ragazzi, just HOW we think a' ROMA,
Grazie Ragazzi, it's U?

Grazie Ragazzi; "I'm no good;
can I FIGHT this FIGHT,
this Life that we DO?
Grazie Ragazzi, help me; help me
in OUR night?

Grazie Ragazzi? I'll sing your Song
and ever trust....U.
Grazie-Ragazzi -until you tell Me
I am wrong.


Grazie! Grazie! Bravo!




c 2014/davedelacroix/milano/italia, february 2015 (6 beers/2 bottles of vino in da fridge)