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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