Our Man in Belize, No:103: dave delacroix: Old Belize Music Man!
I ran into an Old Music Man in Corozal-Belize, long ago in a Seaman's tavern; outside of playing a Hand-Accordion; he told me many love stories, I thought they were just a wheeze..?
Just ONE-MORE Senorita, just one more Belle-de-jour, just one more English Rose just one more Belladonna...Just one more BOOGALOO, Yo Babe It's only U; my one and only True, my love's heart!?...Drunken words to that effect?
He didnt beat about the bush, his SEVENTY years or more, a Gentleman never discloses intimacies, this old boy never closed the door? And I soon became exhausted with all the tales he'd tell and if we'd never meet again I'm sure he'd go to Hell!? But his "encounters" countered for something more? Leastways, his Stories, I listened?
How he captured, off CAYE-something, a Pirate's ship, delivered twelve maidens to BELIZE CITY, drank toasts with all and HAD everyone? Or serviced IN-fertile Captains gals/kept a low profile? Bed posts were CARVED, not by HIM, but by his Initials!? Songs were SUNG/quickly outlawed? Gallant Gals resorted to Convents or shipped back to Portugal?...
He died in Corozal, age 75; and I was ASKED to identify his Corpse, a worn out "thing" they had upon mortician's a slab; but out of my EYE I noticed a "Squirrel" activity, centre-corpis beneath the Medic blanket, I guess he still had something to say: All Men have regrets?....
Just one more Senorita, just one more belle-du jour, just one more English Rose which the ORIENTALS wish to score? Just one more Ebony Queen, just one more Boogaloo; that Belladonna, the angler's dream; or BUT the one that got away!?
c.2021.davedelacroix. ourmaninbelize.
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