I thought of you a long time ago my beautiful man
tall and dark haired, you took my hand and lead me to show
all the art there was to see in the place you had made your home
where you painted in your studio space, an artist yet unknown to the world
your talent grew with every painting, your future would slowly be unfurled.
Humour and excitement in every fibre of your being, your energy contagious
to all around you, known in every café and bistro you took me
La Rambla, a gathering of friends you introduced me to
and as we walked, you holding my hand, I was so proud, you were so grand
my blood, my soul, my heart were in union, with pure love your vigour our band.
Two days Barcelona, gave me back my strength, and belief in myself
you are the continuation, the remover of my grief, and I love you
with the years even more than could have been expected
a man of exceptional genius, real beauty in life appreciated
city of stimulating thrills and colour, my horror of last week completely abated.
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amazing poem, i give some fb on freaks for this,
killea: Thank you sweetheart
killea: thank you so much, my dear Jack
Dat is reuzegezellie geweest!
killea: Many thanks for your FB Suasso
killea: Thank you ever so much,
i'd liked rome more hi hi x
killea: And I loved Venicia more, but Barcelona has a beat all its own.
Had a great time. thanks fr fb
xxxx for angelface
I've been there, beautiful city
killea: yes it is, Jan
thanks for FB
Kwou dak dáár was
killea: wish you were too
I prefer Berlin ;-)
killea: Thank you Mistaker, xxx.j
mooi hoe je dit beeld tekent ...
(al zou ik een andere stad gekozen hebben ...)
killea: Thanks Alie