Published Written Works
Books in Greek by Theodorakis
- Για την ελληνική μουσική (About Greek music)
- Το τραγούδι του νεκρού αδελφού
- Το μανιφέστο των Λαμπράκηδων
- Ζητείται αριστερά
- Δημοκρατική και συγκεντρωτική αριστερά
- Οι μνηστήρες της Πηνελόπης
- Περί τέχνης (Essays and articles about art)
- Πού πάμε; (Where are we going?, Gnosis Publishing House, Athens 1988)
- Ανατομία της μουσικής (Anatomy of the Music, 1983)
- Οι δρόμοι του αρχάγγελου Ι-V (Mikis Theodorakis, Paths of the Archangel (Autobiography), Kedros Publishing House, Athens 1986-88)
- Αντιμανιφέστο (Antimanifest, Gnosis Publishing House, Athens 1998)
- Μελοποιημένη Ποίηση Ι -III (Poetry & textes of his musical works)
- Πού να βρω την ψυχή μου... A' - Γ' (Where can I find my soul (Essays & Articles), Livanis Publishing House, Athens 2002)
- Να μαγευτώ και να μεθύσω
- Μάνου Χατζιδάκι εγκώμιον (About Manos Hatzidakis, Ianos Publishing House, Thessaloniki 2004)
- I had Three Lives (Poetry by Mikis Theodorakis in English, translated by Gail Holst)
- Σπίθα. Για μια Ελλάδα ανεξάρτητη και δυνατή, Ianos Publishing House, Thessaloniki, 2011
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