THE SHIELD

He used to come here to pray.

He asked to be the one to go last.

When she died, he came here to say thank you.

His eyes were full with tears but he knew he was given the chance to protect her till her last breath.

For forty years he had been her shield and now he was still protecting her from all that pain, from the umbearable weight of loneliness. It was his only comfort; only on it he would have found the strenght to stand again.

(The Olive Tree Tales)

A GOOD LIFE

She was here yesterday with her grandson. She was playing, she was happy, she knew she had a good life. 

I am here for many hundreds years now and I know how it goes; nevertheless when today I saw her funeral passing by I could have cried if I were a man. But, as always, not for her: for the pain of those that stayed.

(The Olive Tree Tales)

A SHINING STAR

They arrived here to pray, the woman and her little son.

She showed him a picture and with broken voice she told him her father was now a shining star.

The boy took a long moment to watch that old picture and then he said:

- I was also a beautiful star up there, I was grandpa favourite one. Don´t cry, he sent me here to take care of you, mum.

(The Olive Tree Tales)