Demenico rocks

On the rocky coast of Mani, a mile outside Limeni and just before you see the cave of the fairy, at the place where we locals call Demeniko... somewhere there, on one of these lonely rocks, I was born.
My name, the same as that of my ancestors, those shadowy rocks that the sun cannot see unless it is noon. Venetian name seems to be sure, paraphrased probably by the locals, rooted there by word of mouth for centuries , since naval Venetians besieged these lands to conquer but never succeeded. Who knows, maybe the name of a ship that sank there , or a Venetian sailor that was washed away by the sea is finally the cause .
My color... white and black, pure from the foam of the sea waves, absolute like any body unaltered by foreign invaders, white next to black as only this land knows how to place it.
I left, I was carried away by the seas, they chiselled me, I changed my form, from a rough and wild lonely rock I became smooth, accessible and pleasant, but I never forgot my roots in Demeniko.