Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....LA FENICE* ...The Great American Love Song!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...La Fenice!...The Great American Love Song.

...I wonder who She-s boogie-ing with  now..
I wonder who she-s boogie-ing with now
I wonder who she-s boogie-ing with now
OR is SHE wondering who-s boogie-ing with Me!...

I wonder if SHE gives a THOUGHT, from 1 to 10, maybe
NOUGHT. I wonder, I WANDA
who She-s Boogie-ing with now,
it certainly..... ISN'T Me.

*CHOIR!!!!
ALL dat Love lost im TIME, OUR Passione, Entwined!
FOREVER, no-more, ALAS, but not for MIO!!!!

THEY say we HUM Ze old Canzone
which helps broken hearts get along,
no 2nd YIN, no 2nd YANG,
no pining for old yesterdays, no regrets, just forget,
I wonder who she-s boogie-ing with now.

TRA-LA-LA!....basso.
TRA-LA-LA!...tenor.
TRA-LA-LA!...Soprano!

I wonder who she-s boogie-ing with now
Dat Gal who made me my Life
I wonder if She-s all O.K.
I wonder who she-s boogie-ing with now...

I wonder who She-s boogie-ing with now
I wonder who She-s boogie-ing with now
I wonder who She-s boogie-ing with now
or if She-s wondering whose boogie-ing ...with me.



c2018,davedelacroix, Café La Fenice,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...MOANING becomes ELECTRA!

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix...MOANING becomes ELECTRA...


Belladonna's flutter by, Old men, in the Café Porta Palermo, attired in sandals, slacks, baggy shorts and...de rigeur… Pastel coloured shirts...There-s an inherent, UN-offensive fashion delight here, on point! -the Belles in their AIRY, billowing, floral print dresses.

Moaning....becomes Electra! I finally tracked down that PORN-flick. Soooo NUMB! It-s actually on U Tube and in SOME Countries they even teach it in Sex-Education classes! Or maybe I-m thinking of the wrong Flick!... Still. My Alma Mater was never THAT cool!

And it-s a JOY to be a STRANIERE with limited vocabulary, the finest Tourist Italiano! Living Ex-Pat, I-m spared the pitiful Café conversations> What-s What! Who-s Who! Did Juventus Football Club win again! Or the PRICE of.... WHATEVER!!! Trump, cabbage, a trip to Fiji!...Left only with the Vine, the Brew, the Malt, chain smoking in peace...to watch the Belladonna's who flutter by.

MOANING becomes Electra...in the ruins of ancient Troy, the predictability of limited Intelligence and the SPEW of the Dogs of War, SEX enslavement, REFUGEES, East of Istanbul, that Cultural Succubus, that AMOEBA which nibbles within the common Cranium which yearns ONLY to squeeze some Infidels ASS!

Carne....5 Euros.
Carrots...1 Euro.
Latte....1 Euro.
Fagioli….1 Euro.
Pesci....5 Euros.
Potatoes...2 Euros.
Sphaghetti….1 Euro.
Olive Oil....4,00 Euros.


Belladonna's flutter by in airy, billowing, floral dresses whilst Old man sip on their Espressos and Vino Biancos at the Café Porta Palermo..... and toast their young days now gone and by.


c2018,davedelacroix,ourmanineurope,sciacca,sicilia.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...When I-m in Love.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... WHEN I-m in Love.


*dedicato. Salvatore and Martina. Happy birthday SAL.....


I don't get NO outta space perfume,
no QUIVER,
like I just went to da Moon!
I don't need
 a Picture of u
when I-m...in Love.

I can walk the streets
Paris or Rome
No need to talk,
my mind wanders
on its own...
I DO believe
closest we ARE,
the nearness of U,
in anticipation!
...when I-m in Love

Sugar Babee
/she calls ME Babe.
Sugar Maybe,
What am I supposed to DO
with U...

I reply...

I got NO commitments
this side of the weather,
In Paree
will U come and SMOOCH
with MIO,
cause babee, I-m in Love.
Oh Babee, this Boy-s in Love.



c2018,davedelacroix,our man in Europe,sciacca, sicily.

Le chanson Un Fan Il Fan della Canzone. The Song of the Fan....

Le chanson Un Fan. Il canzone della Fan. The Song of the Fan.


Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix..... The Song of the Fan.

*dedicato, Isabel.


Le chanson Un FAN, Il fan della Canzone, a song of a FAN, whirring, cooling, August humidity, repressed Sexuality, the chance of outbreaks of frantic masturbation or running for Political Office, either which way but lose somehow claws Heart Strings, tuned, Un-tuned, Django Reinhardt or your very own Granny wailing on a Ukulele! Its the STUFF of Shakespeare, a Heralds RING.
in a WHIRRR of a Fan, U sing; my love has gone away.

How many Cell-phones to Cairo! How many Candles to Babylon! /Half a dozen if U buy from Ahmed. In Sha Allah. Get U there and almost back again! And Whistling DIXIE may not save U but it might past the time, otherwise, Camel fornication, beast becomes Man, U sit on a track encompassed by an eternal horizon and wonder just what crappola U just stepped into...humming, My love has gone away.

How many lights IN Paris, the City of Lights, sister-sewers, Montparnesse, buried/annex Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleur de Mal that UN-envelopes within your Inner ….Conscious....Marionette Graffiti....
YO! Got Photos! U! Yes U, spraying Sewer walls!.... Love da Bandana! Then scamper for the Rue de Madeleine, a Pastiche at Café de la Paix….I hope some one else is paying for the bill; my love has gone away!

The Song of the Fan, le Chanson Immortal. LE GROUP, mostly dead or rotting in Provence. Ous  sans les neige, dantan… The Fan of our Spring blew us to the four Winter winds!....



c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily,augusto.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....At the Distance of Two.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...At the Distance of Two...


At the distance of 2, outside bees HUM, scarlet flora, a Summer fly, a carried Voice, scents, an open window suggesting Little doubt. A funeral in the lap of Creation!
SHE arises from the expanse of mattress, stretches, alerts to the louvre shuttered window. In profile, shadows catch a Chinese profile.
Nobody in this boudoir speaks Mandarin.

At the distance of 2, a Duet, Unforgiven, Unforgotten, dreamy, a LORE, a tragic-comic LIMBS spread-eagle, pump-gone! An UN-laid wasteland, dried sweat on pubic hair now perfumed with an affectation of guilt induced cigarette smoke; as in MAKING love, and the 2... roll each other cigarettes or pour Bollinger on their chest, breasts and genitalia.

At the distance of 2, silk stockings stretch upon nubile thighs, suspender pantalone grapple affirmative shoulders. A comb, a dash of Mascara. A filled vagina, satiated. A penis, Un-throbbed,
2 Spirts, in an illusion of perpetuity, noting the next calendar day-date of their mutual, domestic  Infidelity.

Un-awoken, Unspoken, Un-deciphered, yet ONE of the 2 is killed in an Auto accident thus breaking the chemistry. The ONE remaining wallows in the molasses of a victimless Crime.

No-one Knew!
No-one Knew!
No-one Knew!.....

…..At the distance of Two.



c2018,augusto,davedelacroix,vicola la marca,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... GOD never Promised U a Bow-Wow!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... GOD never promised U a Bow-Wow!


Song of GREED, Power, DESIRE for the acquisition of weapons of mass destruction…Lord Help Us!...


*dedicato, my fellow Intelligent Peace-Nik, Carol M. Aniello.


GOD NEVER promised You a Bow-Wow!
God didn't promise U a Bow-Wow!
You've got a little CAT
and HE'S - Righteously! -
fond of THAT
but, you say;
What about a Bow-Wow-Wow!!!

God never promised U a Bow-Wow!
Too busy at the Pub
to think of Bow Wows.
Your neighbours scream at You
cause you're howling at the Moon;
Such a Bow-Wow-Wow-Wow ROW!!!

GOD never promised U a Bow-Wow!
God never WINKED!!!
No promise of the Bow-Wow!
They'll BE NO PEACE on Earth
till U get your Just Desserts;
LET IT GO!!!
I KNOW!
But you'd rather have a Bow-Wow-Wow-Wow!....

DADDY wouldn't buy me a Bow-Wow!
Old bugger wouldn't buy me a Bow-Wow!
I've got a little CAT
and I'm very fond of FUR BALL
but I'd RATHER have
a Bow-Wow-WOW!!!!……



c2018,augusto,dave delacroix,cafe porta palermo,sciacca,sicily.

NEW SERIES of POSTS. PEOPLE and PLACES....1 to 20. NUMBER 1, OUR MAN...on the GROUND.

New Series of Posts. PEOPLE and Places....1 to 20. Number 1, OUR MAN...on the GROUND.


*Dedicato, for Journalists, Cameramen, Fallen in WAR, covering Man-s Conflict. Names forgotten except by their Families and Colleagues who brought YOU the News!


Our Man...on the Ground...

Our Man on the Gound, kidnapped, executed by Afghan, ISIS, MUSLIM Fucks who were Panhandling, GIMMIE SOME CHANGE, UNBELIEVER!
Our MAN, his retort, sealed his fate. SUCK MY ROYAL FORESKIN, ASSHOLES!!!

Our Man...on da Ground, CNN, whatever....its CONFUSING...was ceremoniously - ISIS Style - decapitated, still MANAGED to send a brief Report.... Static Radio> Medevilism prevails. DEPORT, repatriate, ANY which way ALL MUSLIMS to East of Constantinople-Istanbul! Let Em STEW in their OWN Cultural STEW!...….Euro-Muslim.CULTURAL diversity is NOT going to succeed, least ways not for 100
Years! And ALL Arms shipments to Middle East must CEASE!...SUCK my Royal Foreskin U Assholes!....message ends. He was promptly decapitated.

Our Man on the Ground didn't get educated at Oxford University like OSAMA BIN LADEN. He went to a 2nd-ary school, passed his A levels, got a gig as a Journalist. Went Freelance. Had a girlfriend in Twickenham, supported Tottenham Hotspur Football Club. Wasn't JEWISH. Wasn't Church of England. He just called a Spade a Spade! Some old drinking buddies say, he didn't know when to keep his Mouth shut!
Maybe THAT'S why he became a Journalist!...

Our Man....Reporting....On the Ground.


c2018,davedelacroix,cafe vitt emanuale, Sciacca, sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....I AM da Passenger!...And I Ride!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... A-mah da Passenger!!!!…..And I Ride!

*dedicato. Dayton Emerson. Porsche Auto Czar in Los Angeles, California. Dayton! I will NEVER learn to drive....Hence!


A-mah da Passenger!



I am the Passenger
cut thru Borders
whenever I could, open-
handed, surreptitious
beg, stole, borrowed,
the sacred Fascist VISA
that Border Nazi Controllers
LOVE, so I showed UP
on USA Television shows,
fake Insurance Numbers,
fake I.D., fake Clothes,
fake NOSE,
just to SNIFF
the Hollywood air...

Sha-la/la, etc...

I am DE Passenger
an I ride and I ride,
busted in Costa Rica,
Jacksonville FLA, Nashville TENN,
Denver COLO, Charlotte S.CAROlina,
USA. Bad Cops, Nazi
Immigration, TOPHEADS
sinning their illusive HUMANITY-
Conscience....OUT
into the Political VOID...

Sha-la-la, etc...

I am IL PASSENGER
I never EVER drive
just hitch-hike or
BUST A MOVE, have
Guitar-will-Travel,
ALL my Heart N-Soul,
a Documentary of Recordings,
CDs, Singles, LPs and Song,
mostly IN UTERI as the
Night is long
that never finds the Day.

Sha-la-la, etc...

I am ZE Passenger
got ONLY Miles and Miles to show,
a fandango, a dirge, a social
Quick-step, always ahead of the
GO-CAT-GO!!!
A memory, a PHANTOM
that Truck drivers, Good Samaritans,
the Benevolent
thought ME
a Choice Takeaway, as I
thought THEM
a Movable Feast.

Sha-la-la, etc...


c2018,davedelacroix, Café Porta Palermo, Sciacca, Sicilia. Ferragusta!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....They Know how to Kiss!...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... They Know how to Kiss!... A RUMBA!!!!


*dedicato Isabel Pessoa, French Painter.


*A Song about Socio-diversity. A Rumba beat-tempo kicks it along!



….THEY don't PRAY
5 times a day
no Chapel on Sunday
NO Beer Crawl on Friday, they don't Fit!
They ain't VEGANS
frown on a WHOPPER
don't make HOT CROSS BUNS
on Shrove Wednesday,
do it THURSDAY!
ALL fucked Up!
But they KNOW how to Kiss
like Me.

THEY don't Kiss on Saint VALS day
weave Cotton, frantically
Masturbate, DON'T
take off their NIKE'S
at the Mosque!
They don't play RUGBY, know
NON of the Songs,
they don't WORK-OUT
and ON-LINE
they are Non-Existent!
…..Figure it out!
They don't Hunt  or Fish
use a Subway train, SCARED
to death of a Ticket Machine!
But they KNOW how to Kiss
like me.

They don't know how to Calculate,
write a POEM, use
a rotary phone,
dig a well, build a shack
or RELAX!
They don't READ
Billy Shakespeare, LISTEN
to Joe Green-VERDI,
never heard of Frank Zappa
but they KNOW how to Kiss
like me.

They don't SURF or do
CROSSWORDS, know the
Subtly of Courting
-wanna fuck! -
And GOLF is ALIEN
- as it SHOULD be! -
or Big Game Hunting!
They never write Letters
lose all their money
in Las Vegas and
through their Dreams and Despair
rarely understand
that THEY are THERE.

Yet in the Twilight Zone
of the Outer Limits, be sure
they KNOW how to Kiss
like me.

And by the Grace of God,
fact or fiction,
obsolete, post modern,
Cubist, Surreal....Pre-Raphaelite,
but mostly, Art-indecision
THEY.....new kids
on the Block....
They know how to Kiss
just like me.


c2018,davedelacroix,cafe porta Palermo, Senore Victor holding Court, Sciacca,sicilia,ferragiorno!

neo-classical

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....GRACE KELLY in the Afternoon.....PLUS 4!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.....GRACE KELLY in the Afternoon.....Plus 4!


*dedicato Valeria, Caroline, Stephania, Vitablia, Fransesca, Cynthia, Robin, Isabel....but NOT necessarily in that Order......Plus! Mary-Kate, REZA, Claudia, Martina, Guisey, Donnatella, ad infinitum....



1..... Grace Kelly....in the Afternoon.

PRINCESS Grace Kelly in the Afternoon, Cotes du Provence zig-zag Route Mort, at the Wheel, Maserati, ultra Cool, cross-bar-back UN-dress, SIMMERING, Givenchy, Au de Cologne, Pearl Necklace, a Gold pendant necklace, a gift from the Prince! Like the SUN and MOON beholden till Figlia Princess C., ZAZZED out on PILLS grabbed Grace-s Maserati steering wheel...struggles ensuing... car crashes down cliff... leaving only ONE Royal, cut and bruised to walk away, the ACCIDENT....HUSH-HUSH sweet Charlotte, Sweet Monte Carlo, tied and Bowed into a French Box!
Just WHO wails for Aristocratic Public disgrace, if NOT for a charge of Homicide!
Certainly, not I.

Grace Kelly, in the Afternoon, bela Icon, death comes too soon...



2..... Solar Moon.

Steel eyed Gal under a flint sky, studded tall, long, elegant, NO business, just fathomless, EYES directed to NO place, not ME or the dance-enveloped night that chips Imagination, the shards of a Solar moon.



3....Madonna and Child.


Madonna and Child
eternal
breast feeds
a Tavola
Dopa
Bossa Nova sound-
Canopy
amidst a cocktail
landscape
of fervent chatter,
clinking glasses
SALUTES,
under which
Saxophone GODS
weave a double helix
of Satisfaction.



4.....FAT MAGOT.


Fat Magot GREETS Amici, Stranieri alike! Chuckles with the Boys, squeezes Virgins thighs, makes Lechers PENI throb in hoary-eyed-binocular! And SPITS Limerick, Wisdom, False Witness, Strangled Fornication, a blubber-smersh/kiss, a bubble of GIGGLE to confound the LIE, ANY lie, an intuitive regret, like a BLUES, a song to sing..... HERE IN THIS BROTHEL WHERE WE PLY OUR TRADE..... never to forget....when FAT MAGOT, like Juliet....knew her Romeo Boy days or the UN-carving of their Hearts...…!




c2018,davedelacroix,murphys pub,vitt.emanuel café, casa dave,sciacca, sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...NO MORE CHICKEN!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... NO more Chicken!


*Note. the following is a Transcript from USA Poet BLIND BILL. Veteran readers of my Blog will already BE acquainted with his dyslectic, poetic style He just re-surfaced. Got underlying Poem and brief description of his Life, where abouts, etc. Living in an AIRSTREAM trailer, 75 miles Northwest of Fort Jackson, Texas.The F.B.I., he tells me, have been SWARMING over his desert homestead looking for the BODY of long time Girlfriend Wanda Schneider. Blind Bill INSISTS she buggered off to Greenwich Village, NYC, to Act on Broadway. Local Sheriff buys it. F.B.I. still taking soil samples....
Anyhow, BLIND BILL, famous for writing

U Blind!
Baby U Blind,
U SO blind!
Baby U blind!

Here is HIS latest Poetic dynamic, Co/written with San Antoine, bar stool Kicker, Syd Hartha. SHOTS on ME Boys!!!
Entitled,  NO MORE CHICKEN, upper case.


NO MORE CHICKEN!!!!!


No more Chicken!
No more Chicken!
No more Chicken, tonight!

No more Chicken!
No more Chicken!
No more Chicken, babe
tonight!

At the RIVER
ALL wise men lose their Heart!
At the RIVER
All men lose their Friends!
At the RIVER
their lost Souls
will float to U!

No more Chicken!
No more Chicken!
No more Chicken, tonight!

No more Chicken!
No more POLLO!
No more Chicken, babe
tonight!


c2018, Bar Odeon, Piazza Carmine, hot off the Press from Texas, USA. Yo, Bill and Syd! I hope the F.B.I locate WANDA!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Bianco-Nero! One to 3!...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...Bianco-Nero! One to 3!....


*dedicato, Mizz Carol Aniello.



1.... Reflective GLARE.

Planning to go hang out at Foggia-by/the/Sea tomorrow. It-s 2 kliks from Sciacca, in Sicily. U can hop a bus, Buck 50, lands U right on the reef sheltered beach....Winds expected to be Moderate so U don't spend your Beach time chasing your Beach PARASOL-thingy all across the benevolent shore IN SEETHING RAGE, interrupting the All Hallowed Beach Volley-ball, Belladonna's lying askew ON BAKE tan or getting sand in your Pannini, Sunscreen or BREWSKIES!.... THE HORROR!!!!

FOGGIA-by-the-Sea, a Siciliano Segreto, a Secret. ALL seasons, a Fellini-Germi film set. Its mostly deserted, a cove. Hum-drum Apartmenti. Couple of Bars. Not much. NO territorial Beach CAMP, Parasol Territory, 15 bucks a pop! Nope! Bring your OWN Brolly, towel, screaming kids, brewskies. And if the ESTATE, the Summer gets too frazzled, cool off at the Beach Bar. Wholesome Rock n Roll played there, by request. Mention my name. U may get landed with my last 20 Buck Tab!...

2.....SERENA!....Heavy Metal Song!

O Sweet Serena, U R the BLACKOUT of my Love! I canny remember when my nose bleeds have BEEN so bad! Is it your Life, is it MY Life, Sweet Serena, U hold the Knife!
O Sweet Serena, its Positive my Heart is still Young! My Kiss! Your Kiss! And panting!!!!….tra-la-la...will ravage my SOUL, methinks.
O Sweet Serena, some Idiot turns on his Cellphone, the THREAD is cut! JEEZE! I-m a severed Umbilical in your washed out Bloodstream!
This is SERIOUS, folks!
Later...I get handcuffed, convicted of slaying....with a beer glass....TWO MILLENIALS!....

I write this from my lonely prison cell. Managed to carve a Crucifix in the wall with my left thumb nail.

3.....The Sand ...and the Dunes.

Strange days....have found Us. After an early Splish-splash in Foggia-by-the-Sea, on the beach I fell asleep, sun blessed. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
I was spontaneously....mind AND erection...awoken by my Penal Orgasm! Whoopee-doo! Some 16 year old German tourist horny gal decided to forgo a female deodorant bottle and gamble on the real THANG. Truth be told, it was better...I WAS sleeping...better than an Alarm Clock, the sky was blue, she smiled, and her kinfolk were further along the sand and dunes, Unknowing, amidst the Upright surf and the segreto dunes within which Life-s Unexpectancy….no babies crying!...is sometimes delivered!


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicilia.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... MAGRITTE.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... MAGRITTE.

SO sick
SO divide
SO Indecisive
SO fractured
So melted down
So SINEW
So UN-kissed
So UN-fornicated
So tortured...
Lunatic
No despair,
I just wanna wear a Suit
get a job. A Cleaner
maybe
in DEFENSE,
Paris.

I made a few phone calls.

Wanda, Tonya, Tallulah!
None of my Daughters names
opened a door!



c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix..... UNDER the JULY Fan, twice over!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... UNDER the JULY Fan, twice over!



SAD FUCKS on X or Amphetamine, trying to be UP in Anticipation, WHERE, just WHERE, beguile the dynamic of Microphone and Man, lugging Drums, amplifiers in sleet and snow, ergo, a performance, leather CLAD!!!....he crawls, defiant upon a Rock N Roll Altar. Your SONS, your DAUGHTERS, suck the metaphorical Foreskin. JANIS JOPLIN wouldn't mind if ONLY to beguile, the KIBBUTZ of Hollywood...

SYNCHRONIZED, into LOVE, a fatal Kiss, FLASH MIRROR!!!
….dissolves U, your HARROW, your ETON, twice SODOMIZED, here comes the new Clerks of the BANK of ENGLAND, whilst RODEAN School gals Lesbiano SCISSOR VULVA and swear on a stack of New Testaments to KEEP a traditional, old school secret, WHO are these HOMO FLAGGS, elected to OFFICE, to govern, to over see, the working masses they disdain. There IS no discrimination from BELOW...just the FUCK of Life, the Plebes, who watch the river flow...

SAD FUCKS in EPIPHANY. A foreskin in ZION.
And UNDER the July Fan, Twice over!!!!

UNDER the JULY Fan, twice over!...………………...Your SICK  kiss....





c2018, davedelacroix,sciacca,sicilia.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Microphone.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The Microphone.



……….I found mah Trill
on Blueberry hill.....


The Microphone. The Voice squawk, the SOUND, the Leveller
the outright FART
of those who dare, where Angels
righteously, fear to tread.
The EGO Wheelchair of mere Mortals!

CHECK! 1-2!! CHECK! 1-2!!!
A SSSSSH!
FEEDBACK shows no mercy!
*Ask the newly brain dead or recently DEF*

The Microphone! An Antagonism!
In the hands of THE LONELY, of moderate intelligence,
a point of view...
A WEAPON for the Usurper,
disgraced Politicians, public figures,
pontificating patriot fervour,
their last, loud speak refuge...

A TOOL to purge the hoards
who sway with resonance
in an echo chamber of repetition.

ELECT RONICA knows NO call from  Mother Nature
whilst mountain glens echo Man-s pitiful history,
an amplification pendulum of greed and despair
to resonate> SEE HOW WE WAIL!!!!

The Microphone.


c.2018, august, Vitt. E. Bar. Sciacca, Sicily.

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix...In Sicilia con Amore...From Sicilia with Love.

OUR MAN in Europe, dave Delacroix...In Sicilia con Amore...From Sicilia with Love.



*dedicato John Barry, composer of JAMES BOND theme
 tune, From Russia with Love.

Authors Note. U can sing, hum THIS canzone to the James Bond soundtrack, From Russia with Love.
Catch a Pause...Take a Breath.

SUBITO!!!

IN SICILIA con Amore
lo so mi vita
I fell in love, long ago
with RITA,
fastest THING
in the Human Jungle
mi vita, mi Amore,
abandamatto, infinita!

In Sicilia con Amore
I see her smile...
After a KILL
it takes a while....
She sits up on a tree
of her her own make-believe
her languishing Prey,
a trail of her feast.

In Sicilia con Amore
I speak as One
a Mandolin STRINGS
a pulsing drum!
Never to be heard
by the next Unfortunato,
In Sicilia con Amore
Arrivederci Bela.



c2018,davedelacroix,vittorio/Emanuel bar. Guitar players, KIDS, and tutte!!!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.....Pretty IN BLUE.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Pretty IN BLUE.


The apex of Fashion
the height of Summer
the Star upon the beach
the Gal, On the town!

U look pretty in Blue, mi bela.
U look pretty in Blue.

Under the Carnivale,
Sicily lights,
conversation, strada Café!
Late night, Trattoria-whispers!
The candlelight...and U.

U look pretty in Blue,
U look pretty in Blue,
SO glad I-m with U,
U look pretty in Blue

U look pretty in Blue
with eyes so blue...


c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.