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She loved watching her great grandchildren playing in the fields.
In spring she used to take them here as she had done with her children and grandchildren.
The last time I saw her she waved and smiled.
It was a deep inner smile.
She knew she had earned a piece of immortality.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
They sometimes came here when he had free time.
She played with the children, he was busy with his laptop.
Few minutes would have been sufficient, but he forgot to watch his own kids growing; he forgot to look at his wife smile.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
It was one of these hot sunny days when the nature is flourishing and the wheat is as blond as northern hair.
Unexpectedly a scented refreshing wind started to blow.
I had the impression that the long fingers of God were softly caressing the Man´s head.(The Olive Tree Tales)
He was often sitting here waiting for the people coming back from the Church.
He used to shout at them the truth. They laughed and moved on considering him a fool.
When he died nobody went at the funeral but the following morning his grave was covered with flowers.
Later, I heard someone speak about him as a wise man.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
You could see it in their eyes, in their gestures, that they loved each other.
They always met here just after the sunset.
How they acted, what they said, all their trouble... I would have compared them to Romeo and Juliet if they only had not been two boys.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
It was rainy and cold.
The little boy arrived here barefoot; his clothes were light, his face dirty with old tears.
He looked like a frightened sparrow. I wish of the sparrow he had the feathers: they might have kept him warm.
He sat to rest. Forever.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
He turned and walked away.
Even though her eyes were full with tears, she was smiling.
He´ll never know what he missed.
He didn´t see her hand gently caressing her belly.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
The first time he stole some flowers from the plant nearby. She wore them on the hair.
From then on that parfume made him dream of her. Forever.
It was jasmine flowers. (The Olive Tree Tales)
