Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, 4 Syrian Songs... Hafiz!
*dedicato Arash and Behrang, from IRAN. World People, who I KNOW will understand.
...4 Syrian Songs.... Hafiz!
1....On the Beach.
It-s NOT that U don't know it, no need to care, no Pussy Whip, no Dickhead scare, no Freudian Mantra, no HUBBA/HUBBA...I-m Cool...No Kama Sutra, no DICK as a Rule, no Mustardo Laxative, no week in the Sun, no Vaginal fashionista, no MOJITO!....Just U....ME....On a Beach.
2....The Runaway.
How-s that BED... some Guy used to sleep there, how-s his THINGS, no-one collected, so We gave them to Charity, the Poor, how-s his legacy, that Dude in the Room... that we shared, that bed, across the room, I slept next door.
How-s my Brother, how-s my KIN, last postcard, ship is sinking don't let the water run in...Hows my Sista, is SHE O.K., when the World gets Crazy, when I-m ALL Runaway!
3...Canzone.
Pick up my kid brothers Arm
Pick up my Daddies leg
Pick up the Home I knew
Bombed out!
And put it back together again.....
4....Bazaar.
Oh what Joy! We are going SHOPPING!!!
Mamma buys Spices!
My brother, Ahmed
OGGLES a VESPA!
Pappa changes Money in the Market place!
My fingers run through Jade, Ozipan necklaces<
how beautiful I will look!
Oh what Joy! A Golden Bazaar!
Please God, Tomorrow,
let the World be at Peace...
c2018,davedelacroix,ourmanineurope,sciacca,sicily.
No comments:
Post a Comment