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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Yeclameso.
In E flat minor (clarinet).
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After the rain,
It clears again.
Until the next shower.
You have to wait.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Znrefado.
In A flat minor (clarinet).
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They are with you wherever you go.
In the forest mud or at the top.
Up the river where it flows.
With boot dare to go.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Akeititio.
In B flat (clarinet).
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Oh! Late in the afternoon.
Drizzling light of perfume.
On the bare shoulders.
Butterflies are tight; release with whom?
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.