She used to come here with her daughter. She laid a blanket on the grass and played with the girl. The little one often fell asleep; the woman nestled around her and whispered words of love. A young woman sits now at my feet. She comes here every now and then; she closes her eyes and listens to those whispers again.
Happy to tell you that some of the Olive Tree Tales are now published on the literature magazine Yareah, n.2/2008. Have a look at it on: www.yareah.com/literatura_poems_trebeschi.php