http://slow.writerscafe.org/martinos74 The original writings of author martinos74 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026300 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sunday afternoon in the Old Bell, Kilburn High Road, London http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1414613/ Today I saw a man with a hole in his mouth,What had he done to deserve such a fate?I felt instant pity, and guilt that I had escaped such a fate.I walked on by, went back to work and forgot about it.Until now.The pit of my stomach hurts again.---------London, September 2014 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1414597/ A stranger enters a typical English serenity on a summer's day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1336158/ This poem was inspired by the people in the Channel 4 Unreported World series. People all over the world in times of trouble doing inspiring things http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1260854/ Take a walk with me along the streets of Havana! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1254098/ Take a look at the news lately and you'll know what I mean http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1227233/ I was sitting on the train half asleep,When I notice a ghostly figure standing next to me, peering at me,I thought it was death and his sickle who had finally caught up with me,It wasn't though,It was just an old man reading the tube map above my head.----------------------London, England : July 201.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1216786/ They've had a night,Humid air and pressure,The sun's gone down on a labour of love,On a City street, a passion, a divorce.Fire alarms sound,Bells ring and lights flash,Here in a minute,But life changes fast,They've had a night.Take what you've built, embrace it an burn,Don't burn your bridges,Don't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1213523/ This is about a afternoon / evening I spent in the local Shebeen bar in the hills of Lesotho All of the characters are true It was an inspirational day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1196345/ Take a walk with me on the dirty nighttime streets of London Recording : http://soundcloud.com/martinos74/one-hour-till-sunrise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1195901/ ...it is Father's Day today! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1192462/ Take a walk through Hogs Back, Eastern Cape, South Africa on a misty Friday night! Recording at : https://soundcloud.com/martinos74/send-me-some-magic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1192223/ Messing with your emotions! https://soundcloud.com/martinos74/how-do-you-feel/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1191696/ Based on a man who lives in a cave in Wilderness, South Africa. He's lived there for years and made it into a refuge for the homeless. Recording at : https://soundcloud.com/martinos74/the-caveman http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1191686/ Hillbrow, Johannesburg, South Africa Recounting an accidental drive around the Hillbrow area of Johannesburg in the dark of night. Not the place you want to be hanging around with a shiny white face http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1191683/ What it felt like after a recent music festival! Recording found at: https://soundcloud.com/martinos74/38blues http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1191676/ My homage to a tobacco farmer I met in the hills of Cuba (Vinales) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1091022/ Story of a conversation heard on my tube journey home. Strange, interesting. Life is tough! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1091004/ Street Art, taking over the City,Colour up the grime, and make it look pretty,Street Art, a political displeasure,One man's waste, is another man's treasure.Street Art, the heartbeat of the Borough,Space Invaders, Crazy Monsters, rub shoulders with each other,Street Art, a message to the elite,Poste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/martinos74/1055901/