A box in the ground to hide from fears…



A tiny place on the round planet

A shelter for dreams, warming our hopes!

A nest of our hurting ego from daily fights…

A box that we live our lives ’til we die…

Few square meters to feel safe and rest

This is where our vulnerable souls find peacefulness and breath

This is where our bodies shamelessly undress the roles playing outer space


But, oh! my!

Should Ι remember the dark house of yours, which hosted monsters and raised storms?

Should Ι remember the black house of yours, which trapped your innocence and lead you to the loss?

Should Ι remember homeless people, refugee people, immigrant people, who lost their homes?

Like snails they wander in lands abroad


A scream for the loss…

A tear for the pain…

Oh! my home, my sweet-sweet home! How much Ι miss you, Ι metic to world’s throng

Precious keys on a chain

My home keys

Your home keys

A box to open and hide from fears

A box in the ground

A nail in heart’s bleed

They will always remind me the home where Ι used to live…

Concept – Role play: Latrakia

Photo credits: Dimitris Tsiapas


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