Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, The Sargasso Sea.
....Living High...like a Clown, kisses, hugs and...wait a minute...is it U or is it THE OTHERS, surely, not Me....SWIMMING in the Sargasso sea. CONQUISTADORS! Heart stuff! YOU! A frilled Velazquez Oil! Where suitors START, alone, a Goya, a clown to behold...
All my treasure, no producing, Bella Donna's, a poison to your UN-toward, a despot, fanning away mosquitoes, an encumbrance, kneeling...or fever, living HIGH like a Lover, a Giver and IN my hand...that illusive El Dorado...What Love measured... in Nano seconds... that a Lover cannot UN-kiss,
in bliss? And the Devil of Envy, sitting in his or her DARK SWIRL....
Living LOW, playing guitar on Continental streets, full of BRAVO, enjoying the People U meet, maybe YOU TOO, satin dress, swirling, backdrop ROMA's belevedere; living HIGH...like a Countess, a perfect SELFIE, or a Poet to TAKE the Sound?
....of the life we are living?
In the Sargasso Sea, tales of a ships graveyard, of Mariners, dead, yet still wailing. In the Sargasso sea, a sublime, slow whirlpool..... "Sergei! I have to fight a DUEL on Sunday....Can I count on YOU to be my "Second"?...
c2018,davedelacroix,Roma,Italia....
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