Donna Darkwolf for Fish 'n Chips at Mariners Wharf. Hout Bay

“Donna's Kitchen Bossa Cha Cha” by Unknown - From our "Dinner Dancing Sessions" in our Kitchen.
La Parisienne, Donna Darkwolf - My Spirited Girl... Dressed for Sunday lunch at Fisherman's Wharf. Hout Bay.


All the patrons look dowdy and unkempt. A slice of the general population. Looking like back-packers and pensioners.

And THEN! Suddenly... The Donna Darkwolf Witch drifts elegantly, gracefully into the restaurant - Distant and Aloof. As always.

The Wolf has arrived inside the sheep pen. And the sheep are alert and nervous.

Everybody is watching HER!
Bright. Glittering. Unconcerned.
Straight to her table.
Her Foot-Man, MIFWIC, (that's me - Mother-Fucker Wots In Charge), draws out her chair, and she gracefully seats herself.

My first 'duty' is to order wine and olives.
Her first 'duty' is to take my hands and 'seduce' me all over again. Just as she had done a Thousand Times Before.

Everybody is watching Her! But she is looking at me!

THIS SONG?  I had to divide my time between dancing with her, and dancing with the stove as I prepared our dinner.
Donna loved this song: "Wish we were twenty again! Dance me up an appetite - Soldier of mine. COME! Get To It".

Donna Darkwolf. The Spirit and The Grace

CONTINUED:
from:  Donna darkwolf@netactive.co.za
to:  Franco design@franco.co.za,
moreno franco morenofranco.design@gmail.com
date:  May 05, 2011, 6:44AM
subject:  bésame mucho! take me dancing

PART II
Donna continues:  If there is a god – it measures the outcomes of countless experiments.
Of one attribute only: The Unstoppable, Unselfish Resolutness of the Best Outcome for The Greater Good.
Out of thousands of attributes.

The individual is nothing.

The needs of the many, outweigh the needs of the few. Or the “one”.

The “one” only grows by “putting in” that which was “not there to begin with”.

Life. Dedication. Resoluteness. Fortitude.

And a bloody hard-arsed mentality to accept nothing less than the best that you can do.

As if this was to be: your only try, your last best hit, your one shining moment, your last attempt,
your last bullet, your last dance, your last arrow, your last run… and it is made to count, so that you will Prevail. And be Victorious…


And be remembered.

That is immortality.

Who cares about the mess of your life – when you are immortal?

Who cares about your life if you are not?

You once told me the only thing in life worse than being a soldier – is never to have been a soldier.

So let me tell you – franco mine
There would be only one thing worse than my being here with you –
You being here all by yourself.

Just us. A witch and a soldier. I am your Angel. Heaven knows you will need one.

And when I need an Angel, I know I can count on you, my franco

And I will hear you coming.
The breath of Angels. Everywhere. For One Thousand Yards.

When that day comes, and it IS coming... I need MY Gravity’s Angel to lift me out of this dark place.
Fetch me out of harm’s way.
And carry your Little Mermaid back to the Sea.
Back home.
To the Sea.
Where she longs to be.


It is the only way for me to be free of this world.

Yet…
You and I can never be free from each other
For we are eternally bound
Forever entangled across Time.
Two halves of the same Soul.


Now
Bésame Mucho!
Take me dancing my franco
And Bésame Mucho!

Your Donna Strega Belissima who LOVES YOU - XXXXXXX :D

ROMA VICTOR!

Donna Darkwolf Must Taste Beautiful

She has an exotic presence about her
It is that air of delicate, god-given perfection
Of dreams fulfilled, and divine tranquility
It is immiscible... and so, so desirable


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