Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/BOB MARLEY
DIZ morning, DAT morning, DEEZ days?... Kiss da Gals and make'em cry?... More like the other way around, hence: DA BLUES.
DIZ "mezza-giorno", death in the afternoon, can't come too soon for some?... Palm trees sway, "Reggae" ladies PRAY someday you'll come back soon, like a canzone, like a song, Bob Marley?
DIZ nite, this night? So many, lost in the promise of love-UN-requited; only left to hunger for the new day, that ever-illusive tomorrow.
YIKES!!!
Good morning! Buongiorno! Misty morning (can't see no sun)? The rhythm of the SURF speaks your name, your flame, and all the mornings yet to come.
c 2015/dave delacroix/ourmanineurope...
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