We heard the sound of figs falling on the roof
like small stones being thrown at us.
If we'll be quiet
you said
we could hear the sound the olive make, falling down.
it sounds like footsteps
you said
took me some time to get used to it

3 am
and i'm out on your doorstep
Beside the two cypresses
and the olive tree
old and heavy
god, it's so beatiful out here.
Bats are flying
like angry witches on brooms
and the olives are falling,
making step sounds- you wouldn't belive it.
It makes my heart beats
It's been so long since my heart beated like this
and it makes me feel, not good or bad, but alive
simply alive
Every time, sure that someone is coming
But nothing
Just the olives
fucking unbelievable.