Category Archives: Art / Culture

Dolchopey

The train travelled on…

Dolchopey

In E3 major (cello).

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The train travelled on.

A town came and gone.

Then another old song came and gone.

The train keeps going on.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Reiywane

A stone upon a cold stone…

Reiywane

In D3 major (cello continue)

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A stone upon a cold stone.

A wheat belt beyond the eye.

A sea of pain and tears.

A land of hope and belief.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Oeraeche

The clear morning dew…

Oeraeche

In C3 major (cello).

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The clear morning dew.

Waiting at the windowsill.

A rendezvous with the morning sun.

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#Oeraeche

Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Willioza

They are fresh as they come…

Willioza.

In B3 major (viola).

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They are as fresh as they come.

No bull or ha ha ha!

Just generous from the start.

What a daisy smile.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Sonnfely

Dusty and smelly toes…

Sonnfely

In G major.

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Dusty and smelly toes.

On a cold snowy day.

It’s a hard red contrast.

Against old and tired worn wet boots.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Peroykut

Peroykut

Peroykut.

In E major.

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The reader is hard at work.

Deciphering what has just been read.

A hide and seek at play.

Leading the reader to bite their tail.

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#Peroykut

Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Eammo

The river flowed…

Eammo.

In E major.

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The river flowed.

In a pristine valley full of roll.

Sparky and bright the sunlight glows.

While walking across a riverbed dust bowl.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Heyeolo

Gentle light exposes.

Heyeolo

In G major.

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Gentle light exposes.

The corners of our souls.

When one least expects it, it glows.

Light does not hide but expose.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Todeyno

Again, David is doing his block…

Todeyno.

In D major.

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Again, David is doing his block.

In a very nice way, he talks.

Between intensity and charm.

His Japanese prints fly very far.

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To David Bull, a Japanese printmaker.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Butiesako

The pen ploughs the pages.,,,

Butiesako.

In C major.

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The pen ploughs the pages.

No dark secrets, just dream chasing.

In rhythmic flows and glides.

Stomping each end with a soft thud.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.