Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... White Horses.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... White Horses.


dedicato. Inga. Munchen-Gladbach.


I was leaking a CRY for U. That DANG, that Song, that Curse, that THINGY, UN-to-U. I was leaking a Cry for U, U gone, dead, buried, long since in the Mine-field of Life, like what WE said, that forever dynamic, that SPRING a-la-VIVALDI that we hummed, a-SEA-s cresting white horses, yet still making it to the shore.
Don-t forget to say HI! to da neighbours... Something. With Love! Less, like War, We forget.


I was LEAKING a CRY for U, faraway, on some England-s green and pleasant fiscal tyranny. Like U, the land of my Birth, white horses, now gone.


c.2019. davedelacroix.