THE EGG

It seemed difficut to break it. It took quite some time but wearingly they succeeded.
They were still wet and their beaks were already asking for care.
From this very day, everytime I see the miracle of life repeating itself, I can´t but move.

(The Olive Tree Tales)

THE FALLING STARS

Like falling stars I could see on the village the bright tail of the bombs.
The piercing sound of the alarm lasted all night long.
The next morning a long row of grieving evaquees paraded in front of me.

(The Olive Tree Tales)

HIS ENEMY

Silent and motionless, hidden behind my trunk he was waiting.
He knew they were going to come.
When they arrived she was laughing loud but as soon as she saw him she froze.
The sound of a shot and then a woman cry.
His enemy was dead.
He walked towards her and shoted again.
He died looking at her.

(The Olive Tree Tales)

THE ROSEBUD

The night before it wasn´t there. Then, in the morning, a scented red rosebud appeared on a bush not far.
They arrived that was nearly sunset; he picked the rosebud and gifted it to her. She pinned it on the deep neckline of her summer dress.
I could not think of a more beautiful place to die on.

(The Olive Tree Tales)