on a wintry sunday morning he appears in the plaça sant jaume...
with his noble wings unfurled, he glides through the flocks gathered
where the flightless aristocracy hides behind drab and tattered feathers...
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Shoot to kill - in memory of Jean-Charles de Menezes.
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On the way to Willesden This piece was written in memory of Jean-Charles de
Menezes. When my alarm goes off, I am so startled for a moment I don’t
remember...
2 weeks ago
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