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Sitting at my feet, smoking a fat cigar a writer was listenig to the radio.
They said they had to amend Huckleberry Finn.
It sounded to me very much like censure, or stupidity.
I saw him writing something down in is moleskine. Then, in a whisper, he read it out loud.
"What's in a name? That which we call a nigger
By any other name would forget the misery his people had to suffer?"(The Olive Tree Tales)
Caressing my old trunk he whispered his New Year´s resolution.
He would tell her about his love every day, as if it was the last one.(The Olive Tree Tales)
She loved watching her great grandchildren playing in the fields.
In spring she used to take them here as she had done with her children and grandchildren.
The last time I saw her she waved and smiled.
It was a deep inner smile.
She knew she had earned a piece of immortality.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
They sometimes came here when he had free time.
She played with the children, he was busy with his laptop.
Few minutes would have been sufficient, but he forgot to watch his own kids growing; he forgot to look at his wife smile.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
It was one of these hot sunny days when the nature is flourishing and the wheat is as blond as northern hair.
Unexpectedly a scented refreshing wind started to blow.
I had the impression that the long fingers of God were softly caressing the Man´s head.(The Olive Tree Tales)
He was often sitting here waiting for the people coming back from the Church.
He used to shout at them the truth. They laughed and moved on considering him a fool.
When he died nobody went at the funeral but the following morning his grave was covered with flowers.
Later, I heard someone speak about him as a wise man.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
You could see it in their eyes, in their gestures, that they loved each other.
They always met here just after the sunset.
How they acted, what they said, all their trouble... I would have compared them to Romeo and Juliet if they only had not been two boys.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
