Éouvas.
In E major.
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Think of I.
Not that eye.
Think of me.
Not that bee.
Think of you.
You are so mmm, true.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Éouvas
Author Archives: Sam Formosa
Gemellia
Gemellia.
In C major.
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I say, in a short strong stomping G, G, G.
Followed by say a long moderate F.
A short pause, again short strong stomping E flat, E flat, E flat.
Respond, in doble long D, forza!
Again, and again for Op.67.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Romiwa
Romiwa.
In B3 major.
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Art as a signature.
In many forms and colours too.
A plethora of text has been written.
Competing for each foot.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Oymish
Oymish.
In A3 major.
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Bubbles, bubbles floating at the top.
White and covered with air holes.
A stream is pouring into it and almost done.
With a change of a high tin-pitch sound.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Gonoime
Gonoime.
In C major.
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The impending idea.
So simple, so clean and so good.
Regrets not for its passing.
But time was not ripe to bear fruit.
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#Gonoime.
Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Gatleyns
Gatleyns.
In B major.
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Fantasy to the ears.
Through cyberic chordly sounds.
Flowing out through from a tiny ultrabox.
That pleases the temple of the mind.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Nizzuga
Nizzuga.
In G major.
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One stood alone.
Among the thousands and even more.
Between the oceans and the shores.
Only the number one, is above them all.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Ipanla
Ipanla.
In F major.
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First, the chicken or the egg?
Did not play out as Russian roulette.
They coexist, let’s just say.
In a multidimensional timely space.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Latedo
Latedo.
In B3 major.
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The time church bells calling.
Hanging high from their legs.
Surrounded by a sea of misty air.
Silently they fall, after their proclaim.
Their recall is absent while time extends.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Ivorlii
Ivorlii.
In A3 major.
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Foreign music.
What is it all about?
Striving to grow and more.
Tones move through time.
As deep as one’s line.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.