A blackened tower Seared in the memories of Londoners Of people all through the city This country and the land beyond. Our worst fears...

You make me sad And in a beat make me feel joy I feel like a puppet, a victim, a toy. Every touch and word is so precious That you make...

Outside la peña de Antonio Chacon The bell rings out from The convent’s coven White material draped over praying nuns And statues of...