Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....LA FENICE* ...The Great American Love Song!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...La Fenice!...The Great American Love Song.

...I wonder who She-s boogie-ing with  now..
I wonder who she-s boogie-ing with now
I wonder who she-s boogie-ing with now
OR is SHE wondering who-s boogie-ing with Me!...

I wonder if SHE gives a THOUGHT, from 1 to 10, maybe
NOUGHT. I wonder, I WANDA
who She-s Boogie-ing with now,
it certainly..... ISN'T Me.

*CHOIR!!!!
ALL dat Love lost im TIME, OUR Passione, Entwined!
FOREVER, no-more, ALAS, but not for MIO!!!!

THEY say we HUM Ze old Canzone
which helps broken hearts get along,
no 2nd YIN, no 2nd YANG,
no pining for old yesterdays, no regrets, just forget,
I wonder who she-s boogie-ing with now.

TRA-LA-LA!....basso.
TRA-LA-LA!...tenor.
TRA-LA-LA!...Soprano!

I wonder who she-s boogie-ing with now
Dat Gal who made me my Life
I wonder if She-s all O.K.
I wonder who she-s boogie-ing with now...

I wonder who She-s boogie-ing with now
I wonder who She-s boogie-ing with now
I wonder who She-s boogie-ing with now
or if She-s wondering whose boogie-ing ...with me.



c2018,davedelacroix, Café La Fenice,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...MOANING becomes ELECTRA!

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix...MOANING becomes ELECTRA...


Belladonna's flutter by, Old men, in the Café Porta Palermo, attired in sandals, slacks, baggy shorts and...de rigeur… Pastel coloured shirts...There-s an inherent, UN-offensive fashion delight here, on point! -the Belles in their AIRY, billowing, floral print dresses.

Moaning....becomes Electra! I finally tracked down that PORN-flick. Soooo NUMB! It-s actually on U Tube and in SOME Countries they even teach it in Sex-Education classes! Or maybe I-m thinking of the wrong Flick!... Still. My Alma Mater was never THAT cool!

And it-s a JOY to be a STRANIERE with limited vocabulary, the finest Tourist Italiano! Living Ex-Pat, I-m spared the pitiful Café conversations> What-s What! Who-s Who! Did Juventus Football Club win again! Or the PRICE of.... WHATEVER!!! Trump, cabbage, a trip to Fiji!...Left only with the Vine, the Brew, the Malt, chain smoking in peace...to watch the Belladonna's who flutter by.

MOANING becomes Electra...in the ruins of ancient Troy, the predictability of limited Intelligence and the SPEW of the Dogs of War, SEX enslavement, REFUGEES, East of Istanbul, that Cultural Succubus, that AMOEBA which nibbles within the common Cranium which yearns ONLY to squeeze some Infidels ASS!

Carne....5 Euros.
Carrots...1 Euro.
Latte....1 Euro.
Fagioli….1 Euro.
Pesci....5 Euros.
Potatoes...2 Euros.
Sphaghetti….1 Euro.
Olive Oil....4,00 Euros.


Belladonna's flutter by in airy, billowing, floral dresses whilst Old man sip on their Espressos and Vino Biancos at the Café Porta Palermo..... and toast their young days now gone and by.


c2018,davedelacroix,ourmanineurope,sciacca,sicilia.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...When I-m in Love.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... WHEN I-m in Love.


*dedicato. Salvatore and Martina. Happy birthday SAL.....


I don't get NO outta space perfume,
no QUIVER,
like I just went to da Moon!
I don't need
 a Picture of u
when I-m...in Love.

I can walk the streets
Paris or Rome
No need to talk,
my mind wanders
on its own...
I DO believe
closest we ARE,
the nearness of U,
in anticipation!
...when I-m in Love

Sugar Babee
/she calls ME Babe.
Sugar Maybe,
What am I supposed to DO
with U...

I reply...

I got NO commitments
this side of the weather,
In Paree
will U come and SMOOCH
with MIO,
cause babee, I-m in Love.
Oh Babee, this Boy-s in Love.



c2018,davedelacroix,our man in Europe,sciacca, sicily.

Le chanson Un Fan Il Fan della Canzone. The Song of the Fan....

Le chanson Un Fan. Il canzone della Fan. The Song of the Fan.


Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix..... The Song of the Fan.

*dedicato, Isabel.


Le chanson Un FAN, Il fan della Canzone, a song of a FAN, whirring, cooling, August humidity, repressed Sexuality, the chance of outbreaks of frantic masturbation or running for Political Office, either which way but lose somehow claws Heart Strings, tuned, Un-tuned, Django Reinhardt or your very own Granny wailing on a Ukulele! Its the STUFF of Shakespeare, a Heralds RING.
in a WHIRRR of a Fan, U sing; my love has gone away.

How many Cell-phones to Cairo! How many Candles to Babylon! /Half a dozen if U buy from Ahmed. In Sha Allah. Get U there and almost back again! And Whistling DIXIE may not save U but it might past the time, otherwise, Camel fornication, beast becomes Man, U sit on a track encompassed by an eternal horizon and wonder just what crappola U just stepped into...humming, My love has gone away.

How many lights IN Paris, the City of Lights, sister-sewers, Montparnesse, buried/annex Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleur de Mal that UN-envelopes within your Inner ….Conscious....Marionette Graffiti....
YO! Got Photos! U! Yes U, spraying Sewer walls!.... Love da Bandana! Then scamper for the Rue de Madeleine, a Pastiche at Café de la Paix….I hope some one else is paying for the bill; my love has gone away!

The Song of the Fan, le Chanson Immortal. LE GROUP, mostly dead or rotting in Provence. Ous  sans les neige, dantan… The Fan of our Spring blew us to the four Winter winds!....



c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily,augusto.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....At the Distance of Two.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...At the Distance of Two...


At the distance of 2, outside bees HUM, scarlet flora, a Summer fly, a carried Voice, scents, an open window suggesting Little doubt. A funeral in the lap of Creation!
SHE arises from the expanse of mattress, stretches, alerts to the louvre shuttered window. In profile, shadows catch a Chinese profile.
Nobody in this boudoir speaks Mandarin.

At the distance of 2, a Duet, Unforgiven, Unforgotten, dreamy, a LORE, a tragic-comic LIMBS spread-eagle, pump-gone! An UN-laid wasteland, dried sweat on pubic hair now perfumed with an affectation of guilt induced cigarette smoke; as in MAKING love, and the 2... roll each other cigarettes or pour Bollinger on their chest, breasts and genitalia.

At the distance of 2, silk stockings stretch upon nubile thighs, suspender pantalone grapple affirmative shoulders. A comb, a dash of Mascara. A filled vagina, satiated. A penis, Un-throbbed,
2 Spirts, in an illusion of perpetuity, noting the next calendar day-date of their mutual, domestic  Infidelity.

Un-awoken, Unspoken, Un-deciphered, yet ONE of the 2 is killed in an Auto accident thus breaking the chemistry. The ONE remaining wallows in the molasses of a victimless Crime.

No-one Knew!
No-one Knew!
No-one Knew!.....

…..At the distance of Two.



c2018,augusto,davedelacroix,vicola la marca,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... GOD never Promised U a Bow-Wow!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... GOD never promised U a Bow-Wow!


Song of GREED, Power, DESIRE for the acquisition of weapons of mass destruction…Lord Help Us!...


*dedicato, my fellow Intelligent Peace-Nik, Carol M. Aniello.


GOD NEVER promised You a Bow-Wow!
God didn't promise U a Bow-Wow!
You've got a little CAT
and HE'S - Righteously! -
fond of THAT
but, you say;
What about a Bow-Wow-Wow!!!

God never promised U a Bow-Wow!
Too busy at the Pub
to think of Bow Wows.
Your neighbours scream at You
cause you're howling at the Moon;
Such a Bow-Wow-Wow-Wow ROW!!!

GOD never promised U a Bow-Wow!
God never WINKED!!!
No promise of the Bow-Wow!
They'll BE NO PEACE on Earth
till U get your Just Desserts;
LET IT GO!!!
I KNOW!
But you'd rather have a Bow-Wow-Wow-Wow!....

DADDY wouldn't buy me a Bow-Wow!
Old bugger wouldn't buy me a Bow-Wow!
I've got a little CAT
and I'm very fond of FUR BALL
but I'd RATHER have
a Bow-Wow-WOW!!!!……



c2018,augusto,dave delacroix,cafe porta palermo,sciacca,sicily.

NEW SERIES of POSTS. PEOPLE and PLACES....1 to 20. NUMBER 1, OUR MAN...on the GROUND.

New Series of Posts. PEOPLE and Places....1 to 20. Number 1, OUR MAN...on the GROUND.


*Dedicato, for Journalists, Cameramen, Fallen in WAR, covering Man-s Conflict. Names forgotten except by their Families and Colleagues who brought YOU the News!


Our Man...on the Ground...

Our Man on the Gound, kidnapped, executed by Afghan, ISIS, MUSLIM Fucks who were Panhandling, GIMMIE SOME CHANGE, UNBELIEVER!
Our MAN, his retort, sealed his fate. SUCK MY ROYAL FORESKIN, ASSHOLES!!!

Our Man...on da Ground, CNN, whatever....its CONFUSING...was ceremoniously - ISIS Style - decapitated, still MANAGED to send a brief Report.... Static Radio> Medevilism prevails. DEPORT, repatriate, ANY which way ALL MUSLIMS to East of Constantinople-Istanbul! Let Em STEW in their OWN Cultural STEW!...….Euro-Muslim.CULTURAL diversity is NOT going to succeed, least ways not for 100
Years! And ALL Arms shipments to Middle East must CEASE!...SUCK my Royal Foreskin U Assholes!....message ends. He was promptly decapitated.

Our Man on the Ground didn't get educated at Oxford University like OSAMA BIN LADEN. He went to a 2nd-ary school, passed his A levels, got a gig as a Journalist. Went Freelance. Had a girlfriend in Twickenham, supported Tottenham Hotspur Football Club. Wasn't JEWISH. Wasn't Church of England. He just called a Spade a Spade! Some old drinking buddies say, he didn't know when to keep his Mouth shut!
Maybe THAT'S why he became a Journalist!...

Our Man....Reporting....On the Ground.


c2018,davedelacroix,cafe vitt emanuale, Sciacca, sicily.