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.
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
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