Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Olive tree

A man goes to an olive tree, he ties a rope to one of its branches and hangs himself.
Time passes, this a hidden, forgotten corner of the land, nobody goes by there anymore, so nobody notices the dead man hanging from the olive tree.
One day, a stronger wind, makes the branch where the man hangs from, to break and the corpse falls to the floor.
Seasons pass, grass and weeds grow over the body, olives fell to the ground, they all feed the Earth and its little creatures.
The olive tree is going to be like this forever, drinking from rain water, feeding from everything its roots absorb, so the dead man is now part of the tree. This is the way things are, a big forever cycle.
The hanged man is now part of forever.

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