Long hair and not shaved. He sat here to rest. I thought he was homeless. Then he started playing his guitar singing ballads. He wasn't homeless. His home was everywhere. He was a storyteller.
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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Love this one!
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