SNOWDROP FLOWERS

She was so decent and rational.
Unexpectedly he caressed her. 
I saw her melting under his touch.
It was like snowdrop flowers piercing the snow.

(The Olive Tree Tales)

THE GRAPE HARVEST

He was harvesting with the ardor of a passionate lover.
The woman near by envied the grape and blushed. 
She wished to be touched the same way.

(The Olive Tree Tales)

A SKETCH

No colors, no paintbrush, he had only a few papers and a pencil.
He looked at things in a different way.
He sketched, and on his immaculate paper bloomed traces of Spring melting the Winter.

(The Olive Tree Tales)