Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... The Winter of TWO-OH-NINETEEN.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.....The Winter of 2019.


THEN was the Winter of our discontent. The lake of Life seemed frozen, the sedge had withered. The passing of Heroes, Icons, faithful domestic traits, the FULL conversation, not-Nano-tweets or the action or Posed Classic Photo as opposed to the SELFIE which laid any Proletariat, at least well-dressed, to rest!
ALL-Hallows Eve, all Hallows-Gal whose once secret, subtle, perchance to UN-wrap, genitalia, gone with the breeze, IN-flight of Fashion upon which alights a quick-witted, usually penniless Usurper to salivate upon her delusion of delights. Perhaps every daughters-father already knows...
OH!!! OMG. The Winter of NINETEEN... or in TIME, not a quarter Century old, yet culled in Time-s wistful breeze, the Winter of our discontent to LONG times, Time-s Traveller, now lost amongst the reeds... and the wailing of migrating birds, late in season, yet to come...


c2019,davedelacroix. Sciacca-Sicily-Jan.9th.,2019

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... George Michael Canzone!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... George Michael Canzone.


….I-m NEVER going to DRINK again
can-t find the Steps, ain-t got NO Rhythm,
it-s easy to pretend
U know I-m not a Drunk!
Should-a known better than
to drink that Scotch,
Gin and Vodka, frickin Bourbon!
So....I-m NEVER gonna drink again...
...Babee...just for You!
OH!....Oh-oh!   X-7.....

Pssst! Pass da Vino!


c2019, davedelacroix, Sciacca-Sicily, Sunday Morning a-commin down.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...AUNTIE RUTH!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....Auntie Ruth!


*dedicato. Mary-Anastasia Witherspoon.


NOW WHEN I WAS A LAD, full of Piss and Vinegar, Mom and Pops, running the family Business, we had a MAID. We were NOT rich... but a dusting, bed-sheet changing, busy around the kitchen, Vacuum-stuff, AUNTIE RUTH, cleaned the house, patted my young head on her VIAGGIO.

One time she invited my MUM and me to HER house. Same thing, to MY child-eyes except she HID the BISCUIT TIN above the upper-curtain drawer over her FRONT WINDOW, FOR, she said, her adult kids were ALWAYS munching on them or purloining the entire TIN!... Oh! She got a chair. In retrospect,  a Hubba-Hubba! Climbed UP there in her Mini-skirt, 1966!!! She SURE was a pretty lady, a lady-cool. But she salvaged the Biscuit Tin, to share with the hospitality TEA which I remember to this day like a Memory Time-Capsule in all my brat-innocence. My wisdom Mama didn-t crack a smile. I just munched in my imagination on the damned, sacred biscuits!...The Tin was bereft of Biscuits,

WE lived in a village-central. Brinsworth. West Riding. Yorkshire. Auntie RUTH lived up the hill now where they built the M-1 Motorway. Athelstan the KING or King Blood-Axe employed this terrain as a battleground, OUR...me and my school kid louts, our playground. We would trade Arrowheads, like Playcards or CONKERS!   ME and ALL the kids around had to be BUSED, rain or snow, to a Snotty School in Aston, 15 miles away. From Brinsworth, Catcliffe, Treeton. It was the way it was. We used to PRAY for Snow. Get time-out from School. Auntie Ruth always said....Heavens-to-Betsy! I can-t find those Biscuits!!! 63 years later...I think I know what she meant and miss her so poignantly.


c2019.davedelacroix,our man someplace, reminiscing. Yo!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...NO Cool in June, this Winter.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... NO COOL in June, this Winter.


NO COOL IN June
no song to sing
a picnic at
HANGING ROCK
last year
at Marienbad,
I will SEE U
soon,

a song, naked, clothed,
satin-tuxedo
a cha-cha-cha
to your SMIRK,
a sublime
in OUR step,
step, step!

A contra-dance
a disappear
a FAN, a glance
a DIAMOND,
your Years!

No Cool in June
Emerald eyes!
I dissolve
under your gaze.


c.2018, dave Delacroix. dancing with Anna Cimo or her Look-a-like in Sciacca-siciy.

Our Man in Europe,+ dave delacroix.....MAIGRET on Time.

Our Man in +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

dedicato. Loic. Paris.

Grande arrive etage, mes Ami

Only this side of YOU, Me-thinks, I could LIVE or Die like a MAIGRET Detective Case, some UM-berling, some BRASSSERIE-kiss, a warm St.Germaine-des=Pres  Chambre, from which Emotion cannot escape to a Montparnasse Café or a Gare du Norde to some pathos tourist  Montmartre, the waiter the Gendarme, Audjourdui-Sanguia! BLOODY foreigners RE-painting SERUAT with Muslim disdain, a NEW FILM NOIR. Piss and Vinegar. to dribble, Opera. AHMED doesn't get to consummate, DO dah Doobie-Do-Bee with SHEBA until after they have ….said a Prayer.

Only THIS side of You. A side of Beuoff. Patate. Legume. In Piccady. Honfleur ,  Mon Ami, where Beaudelaire, perhaps, our crazy Le Weekend. A challenge to the Micro-dot of your Inner-dynasty. I will see U.

O the Pazzo!
O the WISE..
As we Sail the Seven Seas.


c.2019,davedelacroix. In 100 years, the NEW Kids will think we are antiquated. Chances ARE they know nothing. A le recherche du temps perdu...ALLORS. Ous sans les neige dantan, mon brave!...Salute!!!+

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... FERRARI, My Lovely!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... FERRARI, My Lovely!


...I WISH I could drive U HOME in MY Masserati. But-its-in-the-SHOP!!! No pre-occupare! U can SEE it through the SHOWROOM window, lubed. Getting dusted!

I WISH I could DINE U, a Paris, with U, in Maximes or SLUM at the 4-Seasons in New York City! But I GAVE my Credit-Card...in an act of Altruism to a Panhandler...outside the Guggenheim Art Museum. He looked like he NEEDED it. Said he worked on Wall Street. I HAD to believe him!

Wish, BELA, I could give U Heaven but-yet, invite U to see the TREASURE I have found in my Wacky-Life and the INTERNATIONAL friends IN my life...who constantly astound!

I WISH...your drooping eyes...I could drive U home tonight. A Ferrari in my Heart. Ferrari my Lovely...just walk into my heart.


c2019, davedelacroix,ourmanineurope,sciacca-sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.....Canzone AMY WINEHOUSE.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Canzone Amy Winehouse.

….MY COOL Belladonna, SNOT NOSE, Perkin Warbek tits, pretensions to HIT songs, a battle-smug of WITS,, Inverted, twist and shout, IN VULVA or a SPERM on ANY Winehouse kitchen floor, Nano-Madre!
I saw U in Kensington, Notting Hill Gate, found OUT about your IN-efficient Mate where the ART-superficial, like a Toad-in-the-Pool, ALMOST back to School, a matrix for fools, what COMES, sometimes, too soon, comes too late....
Traveling on the Underground...Tell ME now. Do kisses last Forever.

c2019, davedelacroix,sciacca-sicily, wearin black. And All the Days gone down.