Mă caut printre stropi de cer

Îmi prind aripile-ntru zbor
Să-mi cern dorința peste poate,
Povești îmi spun pătrunzător
Să-mi lecui rana unui dor
Ce-adapă dubii printre șoapte.

Licăr de stea-mi lucește nins
De întrebări ce cresc prin gânduri,
Sub ploi pe timpul meu nescris
Sunt vis tăcut, adânc, aprins
Scriindu-și lacrima-ntre rânduri.

Sclipesc prin ochiuri de mister
Idei ce îmi stârnesc voința
Și-n timp ce ierni albesc sub ger
Mă caut printre stropi de cer
Să-mi înțeleg anevoința.

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I’m Simona

One day, I tumbled from a tiny star called Dream and landed in a cup of Hope, just beyond the zone of hard work, where daily wishes meet reality.

I’ve always dreamed of visiting Antarctica, though I haven’t made it there yet! Until then, I journey through the intricate landscapes of the human body in my work at the hospital, tracking the unseen stories of cells.

When I step outside my comfort zone, you might find me on a train to Eastbourne, Matlock, or Canterbury, breathing in the fresh air and gathering inspiration. I return with pockets full of poetic ideas, though time rarely lets me write them all down.

London’s endless rainy days often set the stage for my impromptu singing performances on my way to work. I love dancing too, especially the waltz, though I’m a bit too shy to twirl in the rain.

I have a soft spot for pasta, coffee, chocolate, and a good laugh. Politics might elude me, but the human soul does not. And if there’s one thing I believe in, it’s this: Love is our strongest emotion, survival instinct, and essential need.

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