Voivode (Old Slavic, literally "war-leader" or "war-lord") is a Slavic title that originally denoted the principal commander of a military force. It derives from the word vojevoda, which in early Slavic meant the bellidux, i.e. the military commander of an area, but it usually had a greater meaning. In Byzantine times it was used to refer to mainly military commanders of Slavic populations, especially in the Balkans. In medieval Serbia it meant a high-ranking official and before the Ottoman occupation the commander of a military area. During Ottoman times, Voivode was the title borne by the ruler of a province, whose powers included the administration, security and tax collection under a special regime. According to the chronicle of the Voutsas monastery, the Slavic title of “voivode”, which prevailed in certain areas of Epirus and Thessaly before the Ottoman occupation, used to denote the leader of a Vlach community or family. The same title was borne by the Ottoman official who oversaw the “Chora Metzovo” each time. The word gradually came to denote the governor of a province.
Titani (Greek: Τιτάνη, before 1927: Βοϊβοντά - Voivonta, from the Slavic title "voivode") is a village in the municipality of Sikyona, Corinthia, Greece. It is situated at the foot of the mountain Vesizas, above the left bank of the river Asopos, at 580 m elevation. The ancient city Titane was situated near the present village. In 2001, it had a population of 310. It is 1 km northeast of Bozikas, 15 km southwest of Kiato and 27 km west of Corinth.
Ancient Titane was part of the city-state of Sicyon. It is named after Titan, a brother of Helios. The city had a temple of Asclepius, built by Alexanor, a grandson of Asclepius. There were also a temple of Athena, and an altar of the Winds. The acropolis of the ancient city has been excavated.
Tunnel seems so long
Touching the bottom
A slim reflexion
Punctured my vision
I didn't notice
Beside the last door
Standing on nothing
There was a mirror
Even inside... scrutinized
I am, he is, the face I hate
Refracting cells and prismed self
Who's X who's y in a blank place
I can't believe this is my image
Like the mirror without a frame
Baring a scarred side
Open in daylight
Recoil and reply
Farside of my pride
The introspection
Ruptures the blood core
Magnification
Draws out the mirror
Seeking me out
What will he find?
I am, he is, a repugnant state
I can't shake this curiosity
My privacy starts to fade
I can't believe this is my image
Like the mirror
A polar exchange
He gloating over my fleeting image
He used to be me
He knows who is free
How long will I wait... here
Stuck in this void place... here
I can't believe I am the immage
Within the mirror
Into the chrome lake
The glass is broken