Musical stories elaborated by a woodwind quintet: a woman and an experience from the 70s, about a visit to Stonehenge and her emotional impression, a melancholic memory about a dusty attic, a rainy day through a window, a summer walk along a route between 2 valleys in Burgos, about sensations inside a gothic cathedral.
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In the summer of 1977, amidst the sweltering heat and golden sunrays, I had the fortune of crossing paths with a remarkable woman who forever left an imprint on my heart.
Visiting Stonehenge on a rainy summer day was a surreal experience, as if nature itself was paying homage to the ancient monument. The air was filled with a sense of enchantment, as if the heavens wept in awe of the majestic stones that stood before me. A mystical aura enveloped the landscape, cloaking the towering monoliths in an ethereal mist.
The old farmhouse stood on a quiet hill, its weathered walls bearing witness to decades of stories. Tucked away within its embrace was a forgotten treasure—an attic untouched by time. Covered in a thick layer of dust, it held a mystery waiting to be unraveled.
In a small room tucked away on the top floor of an old house, a young boy named Oliver sat by the window, his face pressed against the cool glass. Raindrops cascaded down the windowpane, distorting the world beyond. He watched with a mixture of wonder and longing, feeling the weight of the rain’s melancholic melody.
On a sunny summer day, Carmen set off on a scenic walk that connected two breathtaking valleys in Burgos mountains. With her backpack slung over her shoulder, she embarked on an adventure through picturesque landscapes. The trail led her through lush meadows adorned with vibrant wildflowers. Streams gently flowed alongside, their waters shimmering under the golden sun. Birds filled the air with their melodious songs, creating a symphony of nature.
On a dreary autumn day, I began an eerie journey through a hauntingly beautiful Gothic cathedral. The sky was covered with dense gray clouds that cast an ominous shadow over the ancient structure.
As I approached the imposing entrance, I felt a sense of unease tinged with curiosity. The heavy wooden doors creaked open, revealing a dimly lit interior shrouded in mystery. The air was laden with an aged, solemn aroma.
Faint rays of sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows and cast ethereal hues on the stone floor. Shadows danced and flickered, creating an otherworldly atmosphere.
The window, a magnificent mosaic of translucent glass, stands as a testament to the skill and dedication of the artisans who crafted it. Sunlight filters through the meticulously arranged panes, casting a kaleidoscope of hues across the sacred space. Reds and blues shimmer with intensity, like jewels catching the light, while soft greens and purples add depth and richness to the composition.