Cu pașii mărunți, căutând câte un punct de reper, Silvia își plimba toate dorurile care i-au mai rămas pe holul cel lung al casei. Era
“Philosophy (nature) is written in that great book which ever is before our eyes – I mean the universe – but we cannot understand it
There were moments when the heart beats pushed hardly the soul house, reminding me that I am still alive and for this I was more
I am coming home while the wind dig my peace As I did for last years, I am on my way. The mind runs through days on the
I beg at the corner of joyBreaking the mirrors of fake.I seek for the hope in outbreak,Hostage of my modish ploy. © Simona Prilogan
Today we will stay in the queuewhile embassy’s staff count on rules,while nothing just plays to the roofand brings up the hope to the blue.