Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... WITCH in the Window.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....Witch in the Window.




A WITCH IN the Window, LIGHT in the Other, tonight. A REASON to expand, a fear, to shroud. Or a kiss to deliver, AMORE! A YO! to cheer, a NAY to Yesteryear...a kiss TOO, a love to regret....As we R as playful to the GODS as dolphins in the sea. U and me.


A SOLO in a choir, a Film-noir, do I DIE, but not until the ending. The girl, the boy, twix fingers holding your Carnivale-Purple hair...Passion on passion Usurps, between. A Lamia beast versus Hollywood Dragon.


A Witch in a window, a heroine in the light, a bedazzle, an Epiphany, a DNA double-helix, a MIGHT, a departure, a long lonely trail to TINSEL TOWN. And all the glitter U found crumbled in your Theatre. Or a soliloquy. A dance in the meads. A kiss. Not even a 1,000 yard stare.  That silhouette, a redemption-DEGAS figurine, that Giaconda smile, the Witch in the window. A shadow. Where Love grieves.




c2019, davedelacroix, café porta carmine, Sciacca-sicily. bartenders....Nino--- and Francesca. The only Woman I ever loved.