Pursuing the dreams

Blue dream

It’s not lost on me the moment I saw
With my dreaming eyes the steps to the lust
For shadowing hope, while vision may draw
With magic of colors the wish on the trust.

Pursuing the marvel, holding the light
Which flames on the nights and wandering days
I’ve crossed the years still looking for sight
Of wisdom’s deep meaning gracing the ways.

For days which are coming with new special dawns
I’m speaking my heart just upon the love.
I’m praying on ways for grace, while icons
Of truth and of wisdom are raising above.  

@Simona Prilogan, 14/01/2018, Nottingham


Speaking your truth


Out there of the dreams, near at the edge
Of daily routine, feeding the pledge,
Tearing behind the smiling curtain,
Sweating details to get them certain.

Fearing conflicts on culture’s belief,
Hiding yourself from freedom relief. 
Out there of the dreams, look at the light
How goes through the shade, spotting on right. 

Finding the ways while facts spark your flame,
Being yourself with courage, no shame
For feeling the faith through your inner peace.
Speaking your truth, love gets to release. 

@Simona Prilogan, 13/01/2018, Nottingham


Buffing the soul


Desire for trust 
while life is a must
And days roll on grey
ideas to sky.
When soul is expecting
the yearning to fly
I’m catching the eye
of hope-butterfly.

I’m painting my hall 
while buffing the soul.
Just wisdom and peace. 
Great love to increase
And never to cry.

@Simona Prilogan, 31/12/2017, Nottingham



If Santa was Real

Santa Claus 1

If Santa was real, I would ask him to bring people closer to each other and make this globe peaceful.

If Santa was real, I would beg him to remove sorrows of the humans and enlighten their souls with joy.

If Santa was real, I would ask him for the gift of love, and kindness among people of  all races and religions.

If Santa was real, I would ask him for the of sense of care and safety  in us for our mother nature.

I wholeheartedly wish that the Santa was real!


Merry Christmas, wherever you are! 🙂 

It’s Light celebration today



She packed in the boxes all Hope
while tears washed the battle of soul;
a new dawn is struggling to cope
what fear left for mornings. A whole
of sadness behind of her stole.

She packed all her hurt remembrance
with valleys which tore up the light,
with shadows denying essence
of truth wandering in the night,
while honor subsided from the right.

It’s only her mind, but still more
the borders enclosed the trust
in eyes of despair and the sore.
Today all the packs take the just
to shelter the heart from the dust.

It’s only her thinking about
When nights put sad hours to stray
since nothing was happy and out
the sky got apart from her way.
…It’s Light celebration today.

She packed all the wishes, yet doves
are bringing the peace through the skies,
while rain drives the Love from above
and sprays all the world from her eyes.
…A war from inside fades and dies.

Source photos: Google Images


Shelter the soul



With numbers ideas we play
while drawing the circles and squares
while dots fall behind from their chairs
and hours rename our grey.

With letters we dance till the dreams
expand from their capsule of space
reworking the fear into grace
and versing what love really means.

While reading the stories of life
the books trip us fabulous ways,
yet shelter the soul and rephrase
the colors of happiness eyes.


Being cheerful in hard times – I


We, Romanians have a saying: be cheerful in hard times ( “a face haz de necaz”). In a way it’s part of our structure. In more ways even it’s part of my structure too. I would rather give a long laugh to any trouble. But sometimes I would scream a long crying out too. This last sentence highlighted quite more in the last 3 years… When a different adventure has started…

I have fallen in love. It happens in a normal way to all humans… It’s a great feeling and is worth it. The story of my love is quite interesting and many friends who know already about it encouraged me to write a book which could inspire others.

One day definitely I will start writing my own novel.  Not sure only if to inspire, even I want to bring as much hope as possible, but to make aware regarding some issues of our reality.  Till then I just walk through the whole path of immigration procedures, witnessing a Brexit which impacts vital aspects of our lives. Till then I just write my lines here, trying to point out peaks and valleys, while bullying and racism are still alive and are embracing each other in a stand against foreigners.

The great part is still by my side: my husband finally joined me in UK, about 7 month ago, after a long wait for family reunion ( 1 year and 7 months).  The sad part is written by procedures of a Home Office, which plays with people feelings and lives. The nightmare seems still carry on.

The other good part is that I love a lot my job. I am a Radiographer and I enjoy my work. The other sad part is the uncertainty of the new regulations regarding foreigners once Brexit will happen.

One great part takes place in our house too. My husband usually cooks for us delicious dinners. Enjoying them with a glass of wine sometimes, but all the time with a cheerful smile on our faces. Cause at the end of the day, we are still alive, we are together, we are happy.

Keep going for your dreams. While there is life, there is hope!



This day’s thought – Harmonize

Sound… This word conveys to a specified impression when heard. A beautiful world could display ahead.  It’s already known by centuries that the Sound heals and harmonizes the body, mind and spirit.   The  Word is considered the most powerful force given to the humanity.  It could be used to build up the encouragement and bring the peace of mind. Or it could bring down the tears of despairs.  The Word itself has the power and the energy to heal, to help, to hurt, to harm, to humiliate.

Words carry inestimable importance. The Universe has been created by word.

We could create our universe in daily basis through our mindfulness, through our words. Paying attention to our speech while bringing the peace and love around us. It’s on our power to deal with this. Our words could paint with rays of love the days or could poison the nights. The mind’s nights. Someone told me these days that has been told by his childhood  on a daily basis through media, to hate the foreigners from his country. Later in the years his mind refused to take anymore this word of hating, understanding that we all are humans, we all are the same race. Converted the toxin of hating to a shining peacefulness.  Daily he brings now  in his speech the ray of love.  The Word changes definitely his setting of mind.  Today he is a Peace Ambassador for the people around him.  This kind of people could be met everywhere around us.

Bring your own peace and mindfulness through your words!  Build the beautiful World by your speech.  Harmonize your body, spirit and mind within the power of the Sound!



Shelter my heart


Shelter my heart with your smile,

Let rays of the hope meet the dove.

No years which matters are force

But light radiating through love.


Shelter my heart with your peace

While  climbing mountains to the top

The path might spread out and release

The calmness embracing the hope. 


True Love



"Moses Mendelssohn, the grandfather of the well-known German 

composer, was far from being handsome. Along with a rather short 

stature, he had a grotesque hunchback. 

One day he visited a merchant in Hamburg who had a lovely daughter 

named Frumtje. Moses fell hopelessly in love with her. But Frumtje was 

repulsed by his misshapen appearance. 

When it came time for him to leave, Moses gathered his courage and 

climbed the stairs to her room to take one last opportunity to speak with 

her. She was a vision of heavenly beauty, but caused him deep sadness 

by her refusal to look at him. After several attempts at conversation, 

Moses shyly asked, "Do you believe marriages are made in heaven?" 

"Yes," she answered, still looking at the floor. "And do you?" 

"Yes I do," he replied. "You see, in heaven at the birth of each boy, the 

Lord announces which girl he will marry. When I was born, my future 

bride was pointed out to me. Then the Lord added, 'But your wife will 

be humpbacked.' 

"Right then and there I called out, 'Oh Lord, a humpbacked woman 

would be a tragedy. Please, Lord, give me the hump and let her be 


Then Frumtje looked up into his eyes and was stirred by some deep 

memory. She reached out and gave Mendelssohn her hand and later 

became his devoted wife." 

Barry and Joyce Vissell ( "Chicken Soup for the Soul") 


      Live your beautiful life! While there is life, there is hope!