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Stone AngelFading wings is what you’re becoming You used to be an angel boy who flew so high I remember wishing to be just like you were Remember wishing I could be in the sky with youStone Angel
With you my nightmares turned to dust
You washed away the hurt and pain But when you left and I was broken and cold Your stone angel, I'd become forever more
Cold and hard I stay for awhile Then you came back to me, back in my arms After hopeless night wishing upon stars You finally came back, but something was wrong
You weren't the angel I loved and knew Your wings la
by ~Misfit13
A la Rambla de BarcelonaHis guitarA la Rambla de Barcelona
worn but clean and polished,
sings under his nimble fingers as he sits
cross-legged under a streetlight with his feet
tucked beneath him;
they give him berth:
tired looking hookers, birds of prey in tight jeans,
dirty, drunken kids who came to see the world
and couldn’t recant,
disreputable scruffy men selling beer
beneath their chants a burst of sour breath and hashish, hashish and pickpockets dart here and there like eels
shadow to shadow, but he
wraps music around his shoulders
in a swirl of refracted light looks up only at the
by ~Zordac
Barcelona BeckonsBarcelona BeckonsBarcelona Beckons
Barcelona Beckons My heart was left there, Along with happiness. Bewilder they where by the reds, the oranges, the creams.
How I ache to be back there.
The city shimmers, The sun shines, The music plays And my soul is in love.
And i wish to gaze on spanish skies again. It took one week. One city.
To change my view of life.
Just a week... Barcelona calls for me
by ~barmycarmy
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