LEONIDAS AND THE 300 OF SPARTA

"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.