He had sprouted out of a seed so long ago that nobody in this forest could not say when it was exactly. While those who had been witness to this, we haven’t had here: someone became furniture, someone – just a wood and gave their coal and ash to the benefit of people, someone just died from the disease and fell down and turned into food for living. He wasn’t peevish, sullen or snobbish despite his more than respectable age. He knew and remembered so many things, even half of what wouldn’t fit in all the books that would make of him (but, thank God, before this, nobody thought). And he would glad to pass the time and refresh the memory, telling his stories to somebody, but nobody would listen to him: trees around or talking leaves, or sleeping when chat was nothing; birds… they ain seemed always talking; and people just walked past him, admired him, photographed next to him and no one even couldn’t imagine that the tree can tell whatever...
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In fact he has never lived in his motherland. Although he became to that park in Crimea when he was young seedling, he was born in one of the Botanical Gardens where he was cared about for the first years of his life. Of course trees around incredulous looked on the sly at him in the beginning. But when construction of the park were finished and crowd of tourists admired ALL of the park inhabitants and not only Lebanon it became clear: he wasn’t special for visitors. That’s why the distrust of neighbors has quickly came to naught. As well as an interest to his past life: he hasn’t seen 15 years civil war, couldn’t speak Arabian and differed from the others only with his exterior. And trees just like people: they only meet on...
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She has adored in dawns and sunsets, and nightingale’s songs at warm spring nights, and courtship the male to the female robins on her branches, and the sound of the sea not far away, and the storm with the hard rain (especially when some young couple were kissing standing beside her and didn’t noticing thunder and flashes of lightning). If she was a human she would love watching movies, that’s for sure. But she wasn’t unhappy being a tree. Especially in spring time when she wore her favorite yellow dress and all around admiringly looked at her and whispered...
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Here came the last night of her life. Why did she know it? No reasons. Simply knew. Just the time has come and she felt it. But there was no fear or anger in her soul. She has lived a long and happy life. Not without loss, of course, but the bad things have forgotten and the good ones have stayed forever. All that day she has enjoyed the world around. She didn’t try to breathe or see enough – just enjoyed. She still has a few hours. And she has an eternity in the same...
Read More2011 “Petition” Don’t crucify with poor-helpless senility in the dark box of crumpled money and grey granitic-smoggy days. Let fall asleep young. Or become a loneliness drinking sunsets, Grizzling with salt of warm wave, Looking at beautiful far-far...
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