Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... SONG!
Everybody got a SEASON, everybody got a NEW YELL. Everybody got a Poem, a Song or some way to say HOW YOU SHOULD GO TO HELL. Everybody got a wise-crack, an IN-sight, a death-rictus smile when they pronounce your OPTIC, and bring your GUILT outside and into YOUR eyes. OPEN-WIDE!
Everybody-s got a chance at a Smile. Everybody, ITS FREE, free to GRIN. The Sky, the Sun, the Beach, the Sea!!! All these things bout having FUN. Everybody got a shot at THESE, life-s bits and bobs. And WHO...amongst the Order of the Angels!.... I can-t hear your voice!...
Everybody-s got a LEAVE YOU ALONE when U promenade or sit at a table. Everybody got an A LA CARTE, a pastiche, but ALONE. And everybody, to travel alone, no Internet, no cellphone, just oozing IN the cool-alone, everybody got, everybody got...alone in the Crowd! That Song U refuse to hear. And barely, accepting to share, cast before U on tomorrow-s tide.
c.2020,davedelacroix, madrid. Spainly on da plainly. ESPANA!
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