Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Who moved my Cheeseburger!? (in 3 parts)"
One:
One minute, she's there! Next? ASTA LA VISTA!... I'm lying on the via Corso, ROMA... in the gutter...with only ONE valid Credit Card (maxed out!): A "Bellesconi Special"! -wotcha-gonna-do?
She said her name was SUE which in Spanish means "short-change" or Francesca in Italian. In Yugoslavia it translates: YU-GO-GUESS!? But I love her till this day; my ROLEX, my PORSCHE, my PENIS: ASTA LA CARAMBA! -but I love her till this day?
AY-YI-YAYA!!!
Who moved my Cheeseburger; just when I was getting ready for a bite?...
Two:
Have U been to URBINO? Have U been, real soon? Have U been to BOBBIO? People, there, I hear: COOL!? Have U been - lately? - with Mom and Pops, the Kid that U wanted to be? And DID, but it never happened: Mom and Pops...let the wild kid free, later, to cut you off at your knees?
DO U play Cricket (unlikely), do U keep score? Do U advance disappointment, silence, ever-more, the Lady Lenore? Do U kiss the Gals for distraction: "Ciao-bella-Ciao!" in a world of Fascism; do U - on a Saturday night, do U too, miss URBINO?
Three:
...Morning BLU, when I first met you, in London, Paris, Milano too? Morning BLU in Roma, Marseilles; I hope that morning BLU...never goes away?
Morning BLU...in Los Angeles? Morning BLU in San Fransisco? ALL the things that BLU'S meant to be? -morning BLU...don't go away.
c 2015/davedelacroix/Revalta-Italia.
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