Classics;

as the saying goes

all roads lead to Rome

but Rome is also where the visit to Greece begins

it is from Rome that the minds longs to travel

away to that outpost of cultural order in the midst of wild nature

high on a mountainside in a rugged and lonely part of Arcadia

speculating and pondering: which is the greatest show on Earth?

(classics; chapter 8)

maybe; o maybe I was a Roman

or maybe I was not
I looked east and east

there lied my origin

as the sun went down in the west

I ran throughout the ancient world

collecting words and poems

along with its ancient myth

beneath the cloudless bluish-sky

it became a place where my mind could wander

from the life of Roman Empire 

till the rise of Byzantine

through the centuries

only one I could never leave

Greece it is

sad night-rain

When a night falls on my head

And the sky become darker

Feeling sad because the wall is gone

when the stars come out to play

That's when Im crying

I saw myself jump out of the cliff

Watching how much I lost

I tried to sleep under fear

with only my right-hand as my pillow

And the dark sky as my sheet

I kept telling myself and my mind it is okay

We are not that lose

We can build (again) the wall

As the rain washed away my tears

that cold June night

I stop crying

Yet I still think about the gone wall

I keep telling my self (again)

It'll be ok (eventually)

Ok then I said to my self

I promise I'll build that wall

And turn on the light

Very soon