Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: "ADELE".
dedicato" Isabel Pessoa.
FANNY told me bout one of those FUNNY-BUNNIES, Margarite, there was no Going-HOME, Francine, a boathouse by St. Cloud but only if her Grand-papa did not rearrange her blouse, sailing to LOIRE'S eternity, little girls-apprehensive, Lilly's on the SEINE, impressionist. expressionist the still water flows? Yet these flows?
The TIDES come IN, the tides...do what they decide? ARE your panties, hers too, wreck less, pointing to a LOIRE groove, something, like a foot-in-a-shoe? TIDES in, tides out. Salute amour! Victor Hugo in search of daughter ADELE? Or maybe shadows of domestic yesterdays? A DEVIL in search of a Paters-Worldly crutch? Or the IN-bred Devil, mortally designed to fandango into a tarantella, song & dance DEE-FYING all reason, not with-standing, ADELE above, with LOVE? And makes FOOLS of us all!..as she paints our Wall, grafiitis my Mind, upsets.....Like Adele, at this moment I have nsso voice. JE SUIS le hombre?
FANNY...told me about Montparnasse, Baudelaiire, dead bodies. We went tthere.It was cold & damp. All the ORIGINAL BLACK IMMIGRANTS (!960-70
c.davedelacroix, 2023.
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