PEACE

Model General Lyceum of Heraklion (Grade C), Radio and Music Student Contest 2023

Texts and poems: Vicky Balla, Kalliopi Rigaki, Stella Spyridaki, Christina Tsiaousi, Manos Mastronikolas
Technical media/sound/editing: Manos Mastronikolas, Thodoris Panagopoulos
Poster: Vassilis Trapalis, Danae Adamaki
Art directors: Danai Adamaki, Vicky Balla, Maria Padouva, Fani Preka
Reading: Kalliopi Rigaki, Vicky Bala, Ani Leontaraki, Irini Stratigi, Yro Vardava, Eleana Marinaki, Stella Spyridaki, Maria Mastrogiannaki, Emmanuel Vasilikogiannakis, Christina Tsiaousi, Vassilis Trapalis, Danae Adamaki

Soundtrack: A Plague Tale – Innocence, Music by Olivier Deriviere

Teacher : Irini Kassotaki

Text in English (translated by Emmanouil Vasilikogiannakis, Fani Preka):
-Someone, somewhere, at some point, had told me that you live as long as you feel truly alive. Well, I no longer feel. Otherwise, how could I wander through a world with people who have lost their faith, their dreams and their hope.
(HELP) [plays in the background]
-People haven’t learned to feel joy. As if it was a perversion to laugh, improper to seek what is proper and ugly to love.
(I AM SUFFERING) [plays in the backgroud]
-How many scars will this wound leave in our souls? When will we unite our gazes and strive for the same happiness?
-As I see you on your knees breaking down in pieces,
I think,
of how you are likely paying for the darkness of the city at winter for people who admire the world although they’ve been blinded.
-How death scares me! Ask yourself and come find me, following the fragrance of the nihilism I exhale, (oh) but the ugliness of the world is the reason we will never live for eternity.
-A dove was saluted by the shadow of war whilst enslaving a sigh of freedom (White like me, black like you, yellow like a sick child and bright pink like the cheeks of a disgraced person)
-Mirror of freedom, castle of peace
-Two hands snatching each other tightly like a knot
-You and me … or maybe me and you
-Inside you a fire burns, devouring your brother; while he screams in agony, your soul is filling the void.
-Imagine, however, this fire not burning your brother but making warm those living an eternal winter. Just, imagine …