Category Archives: Art / Culture

Larroose

Larroose.

Larroose.

In B3 major.

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We are not alone.

Seven letters on a wooden board.

Freshly painted and exhibited on a wooded post.

Flowers are us, what do you know?

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

U

Although darkness hides your face…

U.

In C major.

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Although darkness hides your face.

In a room not out of place.

Daily encounters are well placed.

Till light uncovers mother’s picture smiling face.

Happy Mother’s Day.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

F

The morning dew…

F.

In A major.

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The morning dew.

The clear water poles.

The rain had washed the dust away.

The day remembered its date.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Iyyia

Passing clouds…

Iyyia.

In F3 major.

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Passing clouds.

Under a sliver of moonlight.

Raffling of the salty waters.

Merge at a distance away.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Tsuwena

Positive time and space…

Tsuewena.

In D major.

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Positive time and space.

Your thoughts are on a C major scale.

When dimensions change from place to place.

Yet your emotions are in an awkward place.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Eaubya

These little treasures…

Eaubya.

In G3 major.

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These little treasures.

That comes dreamily to me.

With a brush laid on paper.

Come to live on while they are seen.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Bakuch

A problem of beauty…

Bakuch.

In E major.

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One problem of beauty.

Of those beautiful lips.

That expresses longing.

Through those radian eyes.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Rjaira

Time passes through the pages…

Rjaira.

In C major.

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Time passes through the pages.

Leaking passionate feelings in wait.

Fears and sorrows to adverse responding’s.

Like her disordered black hair.

And now again her longings are calling.

Through the pages that the eyes had left.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Aiggari

The morning sun is still ajar at the window…

Aiggari.

In E major.

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The morning sun is still ajar at the window.

Lifting the heavy eyelids and peek.

Softly sliding back to sleep.

Dreaming of the comfort of the bed I’m in.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Heileane

The trees are about us…

Heileane.

In B3 major.

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The trees are about us.

Rather than something about them.

Do we know or even tend to?

Let them know that we care.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean.