Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Notre Noir avec Notre Dame..

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Notre noir avec Notre Dame. ..Our Night with Our Lady.




SHOOT me down!!! Pitch=past-pitch, GRIEF, lost Soul, rive gauche. Evette. Promised her a miracle. Said I would return, come back covered in GLORY or not to come back at all. And SO the story goes how a young man loved a Maid, never to return ...for our lady of the night.


RUN me through. YES!!! Use that Sabre. All my Uniforms are threadbare. My Credentials, gone with the Wind.. of my endeavours! Adventures course thru my veins, good endings, disasters, Up-swells, perhaps an Oasis of generosity flung in my path, yet a le rechereche du temps perdu,  my lady of that night, a Francois Villion posey.


BRING DOWN the curtain, exhale the anthemic choir. Tear down the Cathedral of my existence, let no man nor woman inquire into this song, nor go tell the Spartans, no nobility that ferments in God-s history for my Lady, my Lady of the Night... whose face, in memorium, now nurses me into evermore.




c2019, febru, 16,sciacca=sicili, annodominispiritasanctu.