Oylifatido

Under a shady leave,

Oylifatido.

In C minor (clarinet).

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Under a shady leave,

and drinking tea.

While playing attentively.

The white knight stood firm,

Few squares from cornered queen.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Liesolare

Against the evening sky.

Liesolare.

In C minor (clarinet).

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Against the evening sky.

A full moon half-heartedly hides.

Behind a sliver of a gray cloud.

The ironbark stands by.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Bohnedofa

The sounds of the slosh water.

Bohnedofa.

In E flat minor (clarinet).

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The sounds of the sloshing water.

In gentle, rhythmic waves.

As if rocking a cradle.

The washi paper maker rocks it to bed.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Equiilamy

The still waters of the river.

Equiilamy.

In G minor (clarinet).

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The still waters of the river.

Against the backdrop of the blue hills.

As if by coloured magic.

A slow boat drifts down its stream.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Zrysolado

The still waters of the river.

Zrysolado.

In A flat minor (clarinet).

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The still waters of the river.

Against the backdrop of the blue hills.

As if by magic.

The boat drifts silently down the stream.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Ezmitifa

Beauty behind the front of a page.

Ezmitifa.

In F minor (clarinet).

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The beauty behind the front of a page.

Look through on a sunny day.

Maybe it’s an acquired taste.

Missed something that’s always been there?

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Ellmedoso

A snail slides away.

Ellmedoso.

In D minor (clarinet).

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A snail slides away.

It takes time at this pace.

Wonders how he navigates.

Yet manages to get to his place.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Rcheovelli

The dark mood of the night.

Rcheovelli.

In G minor (clarinet).

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The dark mood of the night.

The rush of air screeching loud.

Against the softness belly of the clouds.

And slam the window with a tamp.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Bemredola

As dark as it could be.

Bemredola.

In F minor (clarinet).

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As dark as it could be.

Just for a window star up there, see.

The traffic noise is well within ear’s reach.

The sea of night darkness cuts deep.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.