Our man in FRickin Europe: Ragazzimento: No. 11: LUCA

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ritzy address-cool girlfriends/lord Borgo/quite intolerant: No. 11: LUCA


LUCA thinks I'm funny 'cos I "busk"/play folk-pop songs on (City) Piacenza's main drag (strada). He skips by - with his careless 17 year old pals - licks-kicks-shit in my guitar money bag or trash, insults, or chocolate bonb-bons (?) which no doubt impresses his friends and skips along, happily. (demonically laughing?)

...If he KNEW how close to Death he trod, I'm certain he wouldn't sleep alone with his juvenile trinckets/rap star icon posters; that undependable Cell phone service... IN THE DARK OF NIGHT? -probably run to his MOMMAS bed and ask for a hug!!?
I would


c 2013/dave delacroix/lord borgo/Cavalli di Piacenza/italia...!

Our FAB DUDE in Europe/Ragazzimento: No: 10: "Minerva".

Our Man in Europe/dave delalacroix/Ragazzimento: No. 10: MINERVA...


Sleep tonight, my love. WE are the nightcommers.
We swish and swirl like a boy and girl in EDEN.

Sleep well tonight, my Sweet.
Your dreams tumble;
 mine? -they just crash:
A helmet of insensibility protects me.
Downright COSA NOSTA (Our business)
-I can only be killed from the INSIDE.

Sleep sublime, my Sweet...and dream.
Did HE who made the Lamb make thee? And
that intelligencen who created the Guiolltine,
 the GAS CHAMBER
 or MURDER;
 was it HE or SHE
(the one?) that set you free,
 like ME: an Emotional refugee?...
(with no Dental plan);

Your feet, like mine, are clean. How WELL we will walk in Paradise.

c 2012/DD/stanco-italia/yak later...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No. 9: ZAZZI!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No. 9: ZAZZI!


ZAZZI? Haven't seen her since World War Three! Tall, blond, lithe, buckling and "ornery"! -one of the survivors (WW III..?) Shell shocked? -for sure. Who wouldn't be? Breast cancer? DICK fell off? -and THAT was just the OTHER people! ZAZZI and ME? We got lucky. We survived on Life's FRIZZ ANTE and never stayed at ONE address long enough; least ways, the DEVIL never knew where we were.
Officially; we never had SEX.

ZAZZI was NEVER big on facial cosmetics. No doubt - in her travels - she always carried a "Pandora's box" of "rock & roll", but never needed to emphasize her feminine charms. Personality/character was enough, in which she had in Spades. If she didn't like you? she'd drop-kick you in the CROTCH (sometimes, a Camera is priceless!); long, manicured nails and CAT-FIGHTS were her speciality!
But a POET? -undoubtedly.

Married, now, to some Prince in LE MARCHE (Italy). He has kids from his deceased, first wife; I hear ALL is "tranquillo"; ZAZZI is jiving at BEING "Il Madonna"! -residing in a villa/castello by the Adriatic.
.....World War Four, of course, is always around the corner. ZAZZI isn't one to sit still, which is WHY I always keep a spare room available at the HOTEL DAVE (€35 per nite/big T.V.) And if YOU knew ZAZZI - regardless of rates/big TV - you would too.

Last telephone call from ZAZZI?... Goes something like THIS: ".....Yadda, yadda, bee-bop-a-loopa....Incidentally, Dave?"
"Yes, Sweetie-pie?"
"Do you KNOW the MEANING OF LIFE?"
"Yes, Sweetie. I do."
"Dave!" she urges: "What is it!?"
(short pause whilst I imbibe on glass of Chianti)
"Sweetie-pie?" says I: "The MEANING of LIFE is TRUTH...."
"Explain!" -demands ZAZZI.
"Darling?" says I; "Would you consider yourself UNIQUE?"
"Dave!? I'm growing impatient!!" she retorts.
"Sweetie-pie?" says I, reverting to my PURR: "It's PERSONAL. The MEANING of Life is NOT a "generic" thing. For all things living, it has its OWN application... For YOU. For Me. For ALL man-womankind!" (I wanted to add, and ze buds and ze bees!)
"Dave?" (ZAZZI) -after a substantial pause;
"Yes, ZAZZI?" -says I.
"I'm driving all night, coming to your house, then I'm gonna kick you real hard in the CROTCH!"
I respond, "There's NOTHING, Sweetie-pie, I'd like better. Just make sure THAT comes with a case of Vino!"...:)

c 2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza/italia...:)

 

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No 8: "LAY, LADY, LAY"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No 8: "Lay, Lady, Lay..."


When the Old Lady died on Xmas eve in a pale blue night dress and ballerina slippers, taking with her what memories she still had, I think she KNEW/was wise: the inconsequential hands that would pick up her lifeless limbs, the callous refractions of an Undertaker's attention.
Did she rebel, revile, SCREAM: "Decency! HUMILITY!"? -she could not.

When the Old Lady died? And she WAS a LADY, unbeknown st to her nieces, nephews, God-children, etc.... In her beginning WAS a beginning. In her Youth? She spoke the TRUTH. She waltzed in Vienna and jived in PAREE. Many a broken heart, these days, trails lonesome roads. Her particular style of guitar finger-pickin'? -like Django Reinhardt, you might ask? But now, she can only Gypsy reply.

When the Great Lady died; did she know - or hovering above - observe the dissection, indeed! vivisection of her treasures, by lawyers, estate agents, distant cousins and jackals? -her antique wedding dress, jewelry, a life-time collection of earrings, Basque-solid furniture, her favorite coffee cup, souvenirs from Thailand, Egypt, Morocco; that "water"-pipe, I believe she cherished to the end...?

When the Old Lady died, she died alone but NOT lonely (Pizza delivery guy was 5 mins. away/cool neighbors arriving in 10 mins. with Martini fixings!) Her twin sister, too, showed up, 5 minutes after she "passed". So did BOB DYLAN, singing, "Lay, Lady, lay" on her stereo.
I DO believe it was a beautiful "passing".

When the Lady DID die, she - I think - did so, as she had lived: with Direction!
As for Death?
"Don't sweat it. It can't be all THAT bad; nobody ever comes back here! I figure it's a place where nobody pays TAXES!" -she would say.
Lay, Lady, lay. And dark is the grave where-in my friend is laid.

c 2013/davedelacroix!our man in europe/steinhude am meer-germany/for HORST/cold february...

Our man in ZING POH! -Dave delacroix/Ragazzi No 7: Iced-Cream

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento,  No 7: Iced-Cream!


Is Dave Delacroix DEAD or is that how it's meant to be?
GIADA says: "DAVE is quite definitely DEAD."
FABIO, her husband? He says: "...Down at the Coroners Office/refrigerator? I smelled Irish Whisky!... I think DAVE is just faking it. I saw his corpse. He's wearing YSL "smocks" with NO shoes and thinks he's COOL.!...?"
DJUBA (GIADA-FABIO's bambino, aged 4) says: "DAVE knows EXACTLY what he's doing; dead or otherwise... On several occasions, I've tried to remonstrate! Psycho-therapy HASN'T worked, and, quite frankly (at the age of 4) I'm running out of patience... DAVE ALSO owes me an Iced-Cream!"

c 2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/our man in europe/feb-Piacenza/italia

Our DUDE in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzi No 6: "Pastel People"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ handsome fella/nice clothes/clean habits/never smokes/only drinks sherry on Sundays: No 6: "PASTEL PEOPLE"


One of thee most tiresome things about ART GALLERY openings, featuring the "awesome" works/contributions of the latest amateur "pastel people" is - apart from being served the sad vin blanc - IS the folks/ragazzi (in Piacenza) discover  the writer  Dave Delacroix  is: "amongst us/reasonably sober" and  they want to suck your Cock!

Trust me, folks; after the first TWENTY times, your DICK drops off; some "Roadie" of mine picked it up off an Art gal's toilet floor and, somehow or other, it is now exhibited in a glass case in the SMITHSONIAN MUSEUM (warts & all) for the delight/edification of visiting-provincial school children who, alas, will need years of psycho-therapy to recover from the exposure!
I....am NOT responsible.
I WRITE: Like it or hate it.... But the "pastel people" prevail...?

c 2013/dd/piacenza!frickin february/Is it HAPPY HOUR?...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/heart congestion/ragazzi-mento No 5: "NUTS!"

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/RAGAZZIMENTO: No 5: "NUTS!"


February 7th. 2013, a date that will live in "bellisismo" INFAMY...should be noted on ALL future Calendars as the day that my local CRAI "Super-Mercato" (market/the size of an Amish kiosk/expensive/you shop there, you CRY) actually REDUCED Wuhrer beer from €5.38 a-sixpack to €3.72!

I live across the street (via campagnia) from the basillica St Sepulco (dubious Saint) but "I" can tell you, hundreds of Israelites and Muslims came pouring out, singing "Oh Susannah!", followed by one or two Catholics who (I guess?) were either; A: tea-totaled? B: Pissed off about losing Madre Mary fans to the CRAI super-market chain!?...
Me? I didn't give nuts!...:)

c.2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo esq./ourmanineurope/send food parcels...:)