"FOR AN OLIVE BRANCH"
Leonidas of Sparta and of my race
got hold of me like a fairy tale
in my childhood stories
A fairy tale which embraced me like
Α SYMBOL OF RESISTANCE
and took me volunteer hostage
from then until today until now
until the end of my existence
I hid in a crack of His hand
I nested in His ideals.
In the light of the Sun I see Him, I hear Him
and in the darkness of the night I leave my nest
I kneel silently and
I BOW TO HIM
WITH A TEAR OF PRIDE
WHICH ACCOMPANIES ME EVERY TIME
EVERY MOMENT THAT I MISS HIM.