I came from

I came from a colourful town,

Placed between the hills of beautiful Transylvania,

Waking up by the steel plant sirens singing their calls

At each 6 then 7 o’clock in the mornings.

The smog, dust and wander were dancing their shadowing blues

Till the windows of our 10th floor apartment.

I came from a communism plan

Of our presidency creating some sort of bright future

Where children would not be of their parents

But belong to the country,

Listening commands of totalitarianism.

I came from a state of nonsenses,

Creating confusing in the brains

Throwing Gods in the bin of history

Arguing that the old time is rubbish of itself.

Yet grandparents trying to save jewels of land’s culture.

I came from a red zone flaming the worker parents

With sentences that discourage the success

Quarrelling the idea of not being the same but inferior.  

I came from the classrooms where some teachers will try their best

Not to bring out the communist party cruelty

But drawing our attention to the beautiful patterns of Fibonacci

and the harmony of classical arts.

I came from the 23rd August parades,

The hilarious circus of reality

Learning how masking would be our future vibe.

I came from the brotherhood togetherness

Breaking the walls of communism

But stolen by the modern bloodshed.

© Simona Prilogan

Photo by Valentin Balan on Unsplash


    1. Din pacate, comunismul a facut ravagii; intr-un fel sau altul purtam acele sechele colective. Posibil ca fluiditatea “democratiei” de acum ma impinge puternic spre reflexii…
      O saptamana plina de lumina si bucurie! 🤗

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