300

The sun is falling down with me at the same time... it is not a defeat... it is not a downfall... on the contrary... it is the rejuvenation of this decay that wants to make me a slave...
  The battle for the moon has started... I know... we are just 300... enough... 300 fighting for the stars, and the sun... 300 going to meet the gods... and the angels... we are on our way to face the barred truths, the singing none wants to listen to... 
  Yes, we are on the road... when everybody stays... afraid and fearful... we go... no turning back... no regrets... but joy... in our hearts, in our souls... we go now and forever... because is our destiny... is our mission in this life... as everybody leaves, we continue... we go forwards... no past land... no trod grounds again....
    We are in search of luminous hearts, eternal sunsets... in search of the unfashionable... we look for the pariahs, the outcasts of a rotten world based on homages to fake idols and corrupt heroes... 
    We go, lost and faithful... lost to be found... faithful to move on for a reason... 
     The ordinary is not an option... we just worship freedom and liberty... honor and principles... moral ethics and values...
     We go masses... we go... 300 against the masses... the journey is brief but wonderful... the Ithacas are our ally and now, when the wind blows softly, we just realize once more, that the battle, this battle is already won...