“Go with Me" - by Trio Leo
Donna and Her Minion at Mar e Sol. We had just finished her Eulogy - for which I had been creating all the images she wanted.
from: Donna email@example.com
to: Franco firstname.lastname@example.org
moreno franco email@example.com
date: Jul 3, 2017, 9:33 PM
subject: i know u maybe dont think its funny
and i am insensitive I suppose. I mean I don’t know what you think. u have helped create my eulogy and its so funny.
I am looking at it again now and it makes me laugh with your happiness at helping me
those minions are just so right. I dont doubt u chose them like that.
the minion at seapoint is like so ‘satisfied/content’. the one with your raised glass is thrilled. the minion at the restaurant is just at peace.
I do not want you to cry. unless its tears of relief for both of us.
as further fun is the way u said ‘those 3 prawns’./ like ‘those 3 naughty schoolboys’ or ’those 3 ducks’. its hysterical.
I will expect that you will of course have some funny things to say abt me/us at my dust-off.
the sorts of things you say to me that always sets me of in rolling laughter. like these three perfect minions kevin stuart and dave.
Gnite my franco MINION - and thanks for dinner and ‘those 3 prawns’ as always and making LIFE fun
Your Strega RaGAZZA - Donna Darkwolf!!! XXXXXXXXXXX
There are women we see just once, and we see them completely… and others that we only discover little by little.
Like you, Donna Conchita ...my Mnemosyne and My Isis…
I never fully found you. Always transformed, you ran away, re-appeared enriched,
turned over your golden fruit and fled once more with the hope,
but not the certainty of your return. You, my pretty bronze crab.
Moving gracefully over lifes rock's and washed in the oceans warm swell.
I wished to be that ocean to wash your skin.
To be that ocean that brought you life.
I wanted to find the harmony of the contradiction that nibbled away at the apple of my life.
To find La Conchita without ever finding her completely, was like never returning to a place,
experiencing the comfort of recovering it there, but knowing that I would never completely know it or understand it.
Like the secret of my soul.
I place my life at risk, and close my eyes for a moment while I smell your dark hair –
and pray that I will never fully understand you, that there will never be a third desire in my life,
that I will never be tempted again to include my erotic life in the collective disorder in which I have sometimes found myself.
I know that you have your own dream. I met you in the garden of our spirits…
You dream that you never left that garden: as in some ancient book illustrated with the romanticized image of our sweet childhood.
The curious girl opens her bed-room window to see the forest and venture out into it, but the forest had another door to a garden,
and that garden yet another door to a park,
and the park led to a jungle, and the jungle to the sea –
which is the most mutable garden of all.
I thought that I had found you in that garden –
never knowing that you had lived in gardens all your life –
and that it was an illusion to think that I could have found you anywhere else. I have not just found you –
because I realize that the garden has not been fully explored by me -
but if I had to reach the end of the exploration, the doors of this storybook
could well be the lock on your bedroom door, Conchita –
My dark-haired girl of my heart. Ah... Donna
I never knew of a morning with you,
My Mistress, Mi Corazón
That when I awoke, I was not happy.
My heart sung just to see your eyes…
And, when I sleep and see you in my dreams,
And swim in secret oceans,
Listening for your song here in The Deep
Your whisper of the Emerald Beyond…
Revives me ... Beckons…
I spent my life time loving you.
A River of Time
And just as Noah's dove
I fly up the river...
To the One I Love
Into The Light
Into the Emerald Beyond.
Semper Fidelis... Corazon Mi.
Vamonos! Como Viento!
We Go! Like the Wind!
Take my hand...
Run with me....
If we get separated... do not fear
I will find you...
I WILL Fetch You in the Morning, my Shiny Wife
My good love, and beautiful friend.
We have no choice but to Keep Moving Forward
We go to where we have always lived...
Warriors, in battle.
You are My Hero, Donna Darkwolf
The best of Hunting Wolves. My Donna Darkwolf...
My Beautiful "Strega Donna Ragazza!"
And the Last "Soldier" to serve with me...
WE are each, the Last of our Kind. Together...
My Shiny Wife - My Beautiful Friend
You are the Last of Your Kind.
The Last Witch
As, I am the last of my Air 3 Crew
I fly in the sky with you
Where we were always meant to be
You on your broomstick. Me in my gunship.
Me in my tower in the sky
You in the Garden of the boundless Ocean.
From our lounge wall - to Infinity - Fly, My Love
Dance Me to The End of Love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Oh, let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love...
Go bravely, Soldier.
I will find you again.
This is my promise
This is What You Can Expect From Me
Your faithful Minion, Flight Lieutenant and Chief Bottle-Washer
Hey, Darkwolf, Lighten up...
At least you can look forward to me officiating as you yourself would.
I learned from you so well, Donna Mia.
I love you as much as the first time I laid my eyes upon you.
We have Forever
PS. In case I forgot to tell you I love you today?...
Don't worry. I will...)))
In bocca al lupo is an Italian idiom originally used in opera and theatre
to wish a performer good luck prior to a performance.
These are the Minions she is talking about. Stuart, Kevin and Dave.
She was so thrilled when she saw them. She must have watched all the
"Despicable Me" movies about 10 times each. That's why she knows their names!
She did not want to have me actually in her Eulogy, for obvious reasons... so when she saw my "creative solution" arrive in her e-mail, she phoned me screeching with laughter...."MY MINIONS!"
When I went to fetch her for dinner, she was laughing and kissing me saying:
"Could we have ever imagined that I would have you to help me with My Eulogy.
I love you - my Minion! X -X-X Let's go and Celebrate! MINION!!! Laughing, excitedly.
She wanted to see Despicable Me 3 which had just been released in the U.S. but wasn't due here before her Mission.
So I downloaded a bootleg copy on-line, for her. One of my last gifts to the Darkwolf before she set off on her Mission.
So that my Shiny Wife could die laughing with all of her Minions. She kept phoning me all-night long to tell me the bits that caught her fancy. Sometimes I could not understand what the hell she was saying - she was laughing so much! I love her laughter.
So! If my being the Darkwolf's "MINION" made her happy, I was AS happy to be her "MY own personal, private Minion". As she put it...
The mermaid picture she sent me for the back cover was from a website.
The ACTUAL Mermaid was amongst some of the gifts she had left for me to open on scheduled, pre-scribed dates, after she had left on The Mission.
Ah! I Love My Shiny Wife!
One of Donna's favorite "Minion" images. I'm the one at far left - with
a chocolate bar. Apparently.
How so? - I ask her to explain
There are only TWO minions wearing a Foreman's Helmet
And of the two HAPPIEST Minions - only ONE is a Foreman
AND - he is the only one with a chocolate bar - which is probably mine. YOU'VE been eating MY chocolates!!! -
she jokingly accused me, when she saw this pic in her e-mail.