Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, THE Naked Maja...
*dedicato. Mylene Devaud
...The Naked Maja by GOYA, here re/incarnated by dave delacroix this side of Life and Death, naked as God made thee, now clothed in Unutterable decency...I got a secret, like a Mouse, scratching away in the wainscoting, a Windmill turning into a repressed orgasm. WhotchagonnaDo! WHO ya gonna call> Ghost Truckers! Ship it OUT. The only E.T.A....THAT Come & Gone, Lost In Transit , meriting an Arrival!.. Such details! Such Delicacy!!! A delayed KISS. A yearned for embrace! Saliva fingers into Kingdom Hall! An Unctual probing! ...And just WHO Pipes, timbrels & drums, pulsing, internal like an Organ played with a Strangers fingers that even a Child would recognise...Bach, Beethoven, Mozart ...or Goyas Naked/clothed Maja, the Gypsy, the Bohemian Queen of the Streets in whose presentaion you see a glint of everyone or inadvertently, your own belief..
There is no shame in tears of glorification...its OK!... and outside of worldly goods, items passed on, generation to generation... treasures come and go...whilst the Naked Maja strips you clean, leaving you desperately throbbing.
c2018, davedelacroix, Sciacca, sicily.
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