tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62529296399003603002024-03-05T02:05:50.484-08:00Fire de nisip...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-81653223241144088772013-01-18T12:12:00.001-08:002013-01-18T12:12:32.291-08:00Top 20 - Vama Veche<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Pentru ca tot veni vorba pe facebook de cele mai bune, mai intelepte,mai sensibile , mai siropoase sau mai memorabile versuri intitulate Vama sau Tudor Chirila, mi-am propus sa fac si eu aici un top. Versurile sunt alese de alti "facebucişti" si clasate in functie de like-urile primite. Ia' sa vedem ce-a iesit:</span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>1.<span id=".reactRoot[1].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892959}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[1].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892959}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[1].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892959}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[1].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892959}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">"un sarut pe atunci dura cat discurile cu Pink Floyd" - 35</span></span></span></b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span>2. </span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span style="color: purple;">"Si paralizez la gandul ca as fi putut sa nu te am" - 27</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span style="color: purple;">3. </span></span><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892944}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892944}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892944}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892944}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"><span style="color: purple;">"draga mea, imbraca-te si iesi, nu, nu stiu cum te cheama dar chiar vreau sa </span></span></span></span></b><br />
<b><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span><span style="color: purple;"><br /></span></span></span></span></b>
<b><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span><span style="color: purple;">pleci/ stiu ca vrei sa-mi dai iubirea ta , ma faci sa rad, eu nu stiu ce sa fac cu </span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span><span style="color: purple;">ea" -18 </span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b style="color: purple;"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody">4."</span></span><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">de dimineata doar intr-un tricou apari, somnoroasa...am facut eu ceai"-17</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">5.</span><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892953}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892953}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892953}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892953}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">"eu ti-am alergat prin vene, ti-am suflat cu dor pe gene." -17</span></span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody">6.</span></span><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">"ne-am iubit atat de mult, incat am declansat razboi."- 17</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">7.</span><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892976}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892976}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892976}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892976}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">"Binele si raul in jurul tau se vor juca.." -15</span></span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span>8. </span></span></span><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892998}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"> "</span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892998}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892998}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892998}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">Tu stii ca iarna tu esti marea mea " - 14</span></span></span></b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span>9. "</span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span style="color: purple;">fericire e cand iti-amintesti </span></span><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; color: purple; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">cat de fericit esti cand iubesti" - 13</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b><span style="font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">10.</span></span><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893131}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893131}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893131}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893131}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">"Iubirea cand moare, crezi ca totul s-a terminat.. Dar viata castiga, vei mai iubi."- 12</span></span></span></b></span><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; color: purple; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">11.</span><span style="color: purple;"><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893113}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893113}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893113}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893113}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">"Sa fac dragoste cu ploaia...</span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893113}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893113}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span style="color: purple;"><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893113}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[2]"><b>Sa fac dragoste cu vantul...</b></span></span></span></span><div>
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span style="color: purple;"><b><br id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893113}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3]" /><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893113}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[4]">Sa fac dragoste cu cerul...</span></b></span></span></span></div>
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span style="color: purple;"><b><br id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893113}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[5]" /><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893113}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[6]">Sa ma-ntind pe tot pamantul..."- 11</span></b></span></span></span></div>
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<b><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span style="color: purple;">12. </span></span></span><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span style="color: purple;">" Iubire este cand asculti furnicile cum plang. " - 11</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: purple; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">13.</span></span><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893032}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893032}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893032}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893032}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"><span style="color: purple;">"Când erai copil nu te întrebai, ce e fericirea, nu o căutai." - 11</span></span></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><b><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody"><span>14. "</span></span></span><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">Tremur tot si-mi vine sa plang / Cum sa ametesti de la un sarut?" - 10</span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">15.</span></span><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893143}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span style="color: purple;"><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893087}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"> "</span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893087}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893087}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24893087}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"> eu nu pot si nu vreau sa mor din iubire " - 9</span></span></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody">16." </span></span></span><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span style="color: purple;">De oameni fug si tot spre ei ma-ndrept.." - 9 </span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span style="color: purple;">17. </span></span><span style="color: purple;"><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892929}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892929}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892929}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892929}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">" Nebunului lasa-i coroana " - 8</span></span></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><b><span style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">19."</span><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892996}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892996}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]" style="background-color: #f1f2f6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892996}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[34].[1][2][1]{comment10151229325692759_24892996}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">De dimineata plec de acasa si incerc sa-mi las sufletul in pat. El se trezeste si nu ma </span></span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">Numerele din dreptul lor sunt like-urile primite si mai trebuie sa mentionez si sa ma laud ca </span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-32273562641659781762012-04-23T11:41:00.000-07:002013-01-12T04:56:10.656-08:00Something..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Nu stiu cum se face ca astazi mi-as dori sa le fac pe toate. In momentul de fata sunt atat de activa, as invata,juca handbal,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>dansa, canta si citi simultan. am o dorinta arzatoare in mine de a realiza atatea. Mi-am scos cartea si caietul de biologie cu gandul ca saptamana </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>viitoare am teza si sa ma apuc din timp de invatat, dar nu o voi face,cu siguranta. De asemenea mi-am propus sa termin"Nunta in cer" in seara asta,dar nu o </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>voi face nici pe asta. What's up? Am zis gata, acum scriu pe blog, macar atat. Si am deschis rapid Notepad-ul sa astern</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>astea pe tastatura pentru ca daca nu-mi dau drumul acum nu o voi face niciodata. Rar mi se intampla sa capat starea asta si e de-a dreptul enervant sa vrei </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>sa faci atatea si sa stii totusi ca nu le vei face. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>deci da, mi-am deschis repede Notepad-ul sa scriu pentru ca daca era sa astept pana mi se deschide mie Chrome-ul era in zadar.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Uhhh,acum respir caci tot ce am scris pana acum a fost la viteza, fara momente de respiro. Ori ceva imi lipseste,ori ceva e in +. Si sunt constienta</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>ca nimeni nu va citi asta pentru ca nimeni nu-mi citeste blog-ul, dar e necesr sa o scriu. Nu mai tin in mine nimic, imi promit.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Imi promit ca atunci cand imi vine sa scriu,scriu. indiferent ca o fac in word, notepad, pe caiet sau pe un servetel. Trebuie sa scriu. Am nevoie sa scriu.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Poate nimeni nu apreciaza tot ce scriu, poate nici eu nu apreciez, dar trebuie sa o fac.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Bun, gata. Mi-am dat drumul.Cine stie cand ma mai prindeti in forma asta. Of, adica "ma prind", ca numai eu imi citesc blog-ul .</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>P.S. : urmeaza cate ceva ce am notat de-a lungul timpului..</i></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-84959586638840820762012-02-27T06:26:00.000-08:002012-02-27T06:26:52.757-08:00De vorba cu oamenii...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><i><span style="color: orange;">"Uite-o cum plange, nu faci nimic ?" </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "Ce pot sa fac , l-a ales pe el. Acum plange, adineauri era fericita, ii zambea cum imi zambea si mie candva..."</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "Si el ? El e prietenul tau..."</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "Era."</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "Sec. Era? Sunt totusi 17 ani de prietenie..."</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "Sunt.Au fost."</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "O iubesti? "</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "Mereu."</span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "De ce plangi? Ce e cu tine? "</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "Nimic bun..."</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "Iti e dor de el ? Nu esti fericita?"</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "Sunt fericita si cu toate astea da, imi e dor."</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "Pe cine iubesti tu?"</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "Pe ei...si pe tine." </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;">"Pe ei? Pe amandoi?" </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;">"Da, pe ei, pe amandoi."</span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "Cum e? E ok?Merge bine? "</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "Daa, sunt fericit, o am, e a mea!"</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "Sa ai grija de ea..."</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;"> "Sigur ca o sa am , o iubesc!" </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;">"Si el? Nu veti mai fi niciodata prieteni?" </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: orange;">"Poate ca vom mai fi...poate..." </span></i></b></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-20574233662824800742011-11-20T10:34:00.001-08:002011-11-20T10:52:14.785-08:00IroniiSi eu iti multumesc pentru ca datorita tie, uite, scriu din nou . Datorita tie era frumosul, datorita tie era fantasticul, datorita tie era armonia,era iubirea,era, era, era...Dar acum in momentul acesta, exact acum in 20.11.2011 ora 20:35 e praf. Excelent, buna treaba, esti exemplul perfect pentru oscilatorul omenesc. Da, ala saltaret,ala care acum e la extaz si intr-o microsecunda face un salt spre agonie.
Multumesc de asemenea pentru multumiri. Apreciez bunul tau simt.Cat despre afectare,multumesc si pentru aia. M-a afectat, da, dar nu cat te-a afectat pe tine vorbele mele.Ceea ce nu-i de bine, dar ce e bine e ca am aflat care iti sunt prioritatile.
Concluzia defapt e ca totul e ok. E ceea ce trebuia sa se intample, nimic in plus, nimic ratat, un alt moment tristulet , care maine va trece, pentru ca totul trece! Oricum multumesc si multumesc!...
Asa ca am venit imbufnata acasa, cu gandul de a posta o piesa care sa reflecte starea mea...Si uite-o !
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Vama veche au cate o melodie pentru orice stare. Multumesc si tie , Tudor!(si de data asta fara ironie in glas)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-58955139828283790022011-04-13T08:23:00.001-07:002011-04-13T08:40:59.970-07:00cu toate astea, ma iubesc, pt ca sunt FEMEIE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvfdAzEsLZtY6X4GktPOWY-L6Mu7UT45TlkCK6JO7FxTdRz1YkNwXg7-BuDs_J0NHjjVyXTezQPloN_pZ6YxzcWvbcJ8JopNps1wddPE5Wj157fjBm_V5XrIodsHU3D9ZjBZNz25pwPA/s1600/prada-shoes-735544.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvfdAzEsLZtY6X4GktPOWY-L6Mu7UT45TlkCK6JO7FxTdRz1YkNwXg7-BuDs_J0NHjjVyXTezQPloN_pZ6YxzcWvbcJ8JopNps1wddPE5Wj157fjBm_V5XrIodsHU3D9ZjBZNz25pwPA/s200/prada-shoes-735544.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595093643396264786" /></a><br />De unde atata preocupare pentru cei din jur si atata neglijare pentru persoana ta. Esti femeie si ar fi trebuit sa fi mandra de asta, sa te rasfeti in fiecare zi cu un mic dejun consistent, un mod de viata fara stres. Stresul reprezinta iun factor care reduce din feminitatea si sarmul unei fete. Fetelor, incercati sa nu mai luati in serios toate problemele pentru ca in cele din urma, mai greu, mai usor, se vor rezolva. Incercati, deci sa tine-ti putin mai mult cu organismul dumneavoastra. <br /><br />Femeia e unica, femeia e puternica, femeia adevarata nu se schimba de dragul barbatului. Cine iubeste femeia, o iubeste cu defectele si calitatile ei. Femeia reprezinta temelia barbatului, reprezinta impactul, orgoliul, vointa, farmecul, dar mai ales, femeia reprezinta iubirea. <br /><br />Camaradul perfect,organizatorul ideal, Femeia.Asa ca, tu esti cea mai importanta persoana din viata ta, fa-ti timp pentru tine, rasfata-te, cumpara-ti pantofi, umple-ti casa de flori, ia-ti un catel de companie, pentru ca meriti.<br /><br />Sunt femeie pana la capat, si nu ma voi trata!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-45735302348223428982011-03-09T10:37:00.000-08:002011-03-09T10:42:52.079-08:00pe alt țărm..Daca ar fi sa imi descriu starea pe care o am acum, ar trebui sa comentez versurile de mai jos...ma rezum doar la ele, caci deocamdata sunt pierduta de tot si nu-mi doresc sa vorbesc despre asta.<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CUCye-RjG8g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />La noapte ne certam definitive,<br />Ne despartin in mici felii de paine<br />Si ne uram acum fara motiv,<br />Sa ne-mpacam fara motive maine.<br /><br />Nu-i cauza si nu e nici efect<br />In toata inclestarea asta mare,<br />Iubirea noastra toata-i un defect,<br />Fereasca Dumnezeu sa se repare.<br /><br />Ref :<br />Imi vine sa te-njur de Dumnezeu<br />Si-apoi sa-L rog pe El sa te salveze<br />Esti binele, precum esti raul meu, <br />Cea mai cumplita dintre ipoteze.<br /><br />Ma calci pe nervi si ma innebunesti,<br />Ai sa ma faci, fierbinteo si rebelo,<br />Cu-aceste negre maini imparatesti<br />Sa-ti nimeresc gatlejul ca Othello.<br /><br />Tu, am impresia, nici nu observi<br />Cu ce iubire te pastrez in mine,<br />Pe inima te port, te duc pe nervi,<br />M-ai prefacut in cioburi si ruine.<br /><br />La tot ce-i hotarat definitiv<br />Nu am nici azi nimica impotriva,<br />Dar eu ma tem sa nu gasim motiv<br />Pentru o despartire relativa.<br /><br />Promite-mi ca pe celalalt taram<br />Ne vom vedea cu niste ochi de gheata<br />Atata timp cat nu ne hotaram <br />La scurta despartire de o viata.<br /><br /><br />Cu toate astea imi place sa cred despre mine ca sunt invincibila.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-90732929004659453092011-03-05T10:52:00.000-08:002011-03-05T11:17:52.720-08:00Oare ce sens are sa mai scriu despre relatii pierdute-n pustiu?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZUgsgTQb4GK1yhZaTtp7fXTsTfNg8mQZc9TeguFYGeA_XxMFLc3RDHOXZhJxdVufT1Cukc8eU3QoEuMpwtgLsbzbN-qr4Br2wqjJK6uaFw4UJCCKv3HCVHCgAXLiIBpJrOCXRJEPgNfg/s1600/e06e381decf2d1cb01e8d201f356392f.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZUgsgTQb4GK1yhZaTtp7fXTsTfNg8mQZc9TeguFYGeA_XxMFLc3RDHOXZhJxdVufT1Cukc8eU3QoEuMpwtgLsbzbN-qr4Br2wqjJK6uaFw4UJCCKv3HCVHCgAXLiIBpJrOCXRJEPgNfg/s200/e06e381decf2d1cb01e8d201f356392f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580676863037775762" /></a><br />Nu are.Dar scriu, pentru ca nimic din ce facem nu e corect. Eu de ce as fi, cand totul se pedepseste pe lumea asta, cand nici vise nu mai poti avea, nici ganduri, nici iluzii. Toate se pierd in deprimari si stari intunecate. E ceva firesc in amalgamul asta de umbre? Ce-i frumos tine o secunda, doare, plange cerul pentru doi, dor mainile, picioarele, dor toate, dar trece. Trec ganduri, vise, iubiri, trec si durerile. Daca as putea sa trag de frumos, l-as lega cu o sfoara de usa casei mele. <br /><br />Ce sens are sa mai scriu despre mine, despre tine, despre ea, despre el? Ce sens are sa cred? Nu mai cred in nimic. Poate totusi in nimic cred. Atat. Tot ce e bun, este? Ce este bun? Viata? Iubirea? Fluturasii pierduti in stomacul tau, aia care bazaie ? Aia care in cele din urma iasa? Pe urechi, pe nas, pe ochi...pe oriunde, dar iasa.<br />Si la sfarsit culegi pamant si il frangi in maini, de ciuda ca asa s-a frant si iubirea ta.O iubeai si te iubea si ea dar ce s-a intamplat? <br /><br /><br />Toate jocurile au sfarsit, si dintr-o data te trezesti, fara sa te astepti, cu un mare "GAME OVER" pe monitorul vietii tale. "Cum s-a intamplat asta? Ce-am facut? De ce eu? Ce fac acum? Pe unde o iau? Cum sa merg mai departe fara el? Unde ma duc eu maine la ora 3...de obicei mergeam la el..acum unde merg?" <br />Intrebari.<br />Intrebari.<br />Intrebari.<br />Intrebari.<br />Dar jocul s-a sfarsit. Te resemnezi sau mori? Daca mori il omori si pe el. Si atunci, nu mai e iubire. Cum sa-ti ucizi dragostea?<br /><br /><br />Grabeste-te sa traiesti, sa traiesti cu soare, ploaie, nori, curcubeu, dragoste, fiori, dureri, caci nu stii cand ti se termina jocul. Nu vei uita niciodata ce te-a lovit la 16 ani, asa cum nu vei uita nici de prima palma, sau de prima data cand nu ti s-a cumparat jucaria mult dorita. Dar ai trait fara jucarie, ai trait si cu urma palmei. O sa traiesti si fara el. <br /><br /><br />Ce e fericirea? E curcubeul dupa ploaie, copilul care culege o floare pentru mama lui, fericire e zambetul de dupa victorie, fericire e lumina rasaritului, fericire e un 10 la mate. Nu viata e fericire, ci nimicurile ei, cele mai simple lucruri, pe care noi le consideram detalii, la care noi nu plecam capul., pe care noi le tratam cu superficialitate.<br /><br />Dar tu? Tu plangi si acum plang si eu. Cand o sa putem vedea adevarata fata a fericirii?<br /><br />Are sens sa scriu despre relatii pierdute in pustiu? Nu stiu, dar cel mai mult ma bucura faptul ca am reusit sa scriu. Atat. Sa scriu.<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Vama Veche - Zmeul</strong><br /> <object width="448" height="33"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Tezeul/c6db02571d5098.swf"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><param name="flashvars" value="username=Tezeul&hash=c6db02571d5098&miniMode=true"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Tezeul/c6db02571d5098.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=Tezeul&hash=c6db02571d5098&miniMode=true" ></embed></object> <br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/diverse" title="diverse"> Asculta mai multe audio diverse </a><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-72512864523013444612011-03-03T06:55:00.000-08:002011-03-03T07:06:40.105-08:00Evrika!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgXx4vSg7QCDBLt19Fg0G_fDpbITaVzPUnTLrcmRJfzQYsl8o7UR9S7Y2XJA8N1bfPT-EffzCagsQl9o7dl-TZBOImCmosVQLEr54sNIvj9AeMVHF6L0u5TOhX857NxUtFIuWFbzwJRc/s1600/00173_calm_down.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgXx4vSg7QCDBLt19Fg0G_fDpbITaVzPUnTLrcmRJfzQYsl8o7UR9S7Y2XJA8N1bfPT-EffzCagsQl9o7dl-TZBOImCmosVQLEr54sNIvj9AeMVHF6L0u5TOhX857NxUtFIuWFbzwJRc/s200/00173_calm_down.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579869919227984146" /></a><br />Credeam ca mor. N-am scris nimic atata timp si nu pentru ca nu vreau sau nu am timp.Pur si simplu n-am putut scrie,descrie ce ganduri alearga prin cutiuta mea.Partea proasta e ca nici acum nu stiu ce sa scriu, insa, din fericire,m-am regasit in dispozitia Dianei din Panza de paianjen (Cella Serghi) :<br /><br /><br /><br />" Sunt intr-o stare de calm ca aceea realizata de un narcotic.Parca nu mai am nervi, parca sunt tocite capetele sensibilitatii mele. Parca nu mai functioneaza un anume mecanism, care facea legatura intre mine si lumea de afara. Nu mai am cu lumea exterioara mie niciun contact, iar cea dinlauntrul meu, nu stiu, doarme sau a murit. E o stare in care ma aflu, cred, pentru prima oara, o amortire aproape de moarte, pe care mi-o doream deseori, din necunoastere,mai mult ca orice.O am acum, nu poate sa-mi fie placut sau neplacut, fiindca nu poate sa-mi fie nimic" <br /><br /><br /><br />Sarut-mana!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-91642009910290339052011-01-29T06:40:00.001-08:002011-01-29T07:15:12.223-08:00Leneveala.Ce ziiiii. Ce zi usoara, statatoare, linistita, lenesa, urata, frumoasa, calma,plictisitoare,monotona,alba, rece,calda. Ce zi de sambata. Ce sambata!<br />E prea alba zapada, ma orbeste intr-un mod surprinzator, placut. Ma orbeste si ma pofteste la o tura cu sania, la nasterea unui om de zapada. Am un chef nebun de ski, dar anul asta nu merg niciunde. Mi-a ajuns turneul in Cehia.<br />Toate ca toate dar soarele azi nu ma dezamageste, lucreaza cu spor impotriva albului. Multumesc. Lenevesc si nu vreau . Vreau sa alerg...Sa ma ridic de pe pervaz, sa deschid geamul si sa sar afara. Sa-mi spal fata cu zapada. Sa ies afara in papucii mei pufosi de casa si in pijamalele roz. Sa se uite toti vecinii la mine si sa spuna ca nu sunt in deplinatatea facultatilor mintale. Sa dansez printre fulgi de nea, sa sar , sa strig sa rad. Si-apoi sa intru-n casa si sa beau un ceai de fructe cu scortisoara (preferatul lu' Dieny) . Stiu, risc sa ma trezesc cu o raceala maine dimineata, dar ar merita.Insa nu o sa fac toate astea..Raman aici..stiu, sunt o lasa.<br /><br />Totusi, am o problema, si problema nu-i mica. Ma simt singura. Unde a plecat toata lumea? Ajutor! Prietenii mei s-au evaporat :)<br /><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rJs-6LWX79Y" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-18509754723705567352011-01-26T02:19:00.000-08:002011-01-26T02:25:50.095-08:00Blestemata fi, Otilio<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1mQeEZ-XLriMWLdzxKtiN27nHs1SZakbXLFQFOSukMMnPEJ3X10xkX9k7O0bscn0P60vIGyYpL2l3P9yHVl4gFV7I0-Pqf2IDnglNQbwwWP__GUC_7o1oXdr5lutpSNG4iXqSReMUxoA/s1600/Felix_si_Otilia_1226158060_1972.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1mQeEZ-XLriMWLdzxKtiN27nHs1SZakbXLFQFOSukMMnPEJ3X10xkX9k7O0bscn0P60vIGyYpL2l3P9yHVl4gFV7I0-Pqf2IDnglNQbwwWP__GUC_7o1oXdr5lutpSNG4iXqSReMUxoA/s200/Felix_si_Otilia_1226158060_1972.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566438617639355682" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Blestemata fi, Otilio<br />Cu enigma ta amara,<br />Si cu ochi falsi,albastrui<br />Ca ma lasi a nimanui.<br />Tu nu ai habar ca-n mine<br />Sange curge pentru tine..<br />Viata am cu-a ta privire...<br />Dar tu esti intr-o nestire..<br />Te blestem cu ochii-n lacrimi<br />Si cu tristeti zbuciumate...<br />Nu mai am deloc sperante,<br />Mi le-ai luat, Otilio, toate!"<br />Dar Otilia jos statea,<br />Cu-n pian in fata sa<br />Fredonand cu voce tare<br />Si privind cum Felix moare:<br />"Tu m-ai vrut,<br />E n-am cerut.<br />Tu ma vrei,<br />Nu ochii mei."<br />"Dar spunea-i ca ma iubesti"<br />"Inca spun, dar tu ranesti<br />Sentimentul de iubire<br />Care zace-acum in mine...<br />Cu profunda-ti nerabdare<br />Si cu vorbe mortuare"<br />"Zici iubire?Asa zici?<br />Ma iubesti, dar ma eviti<br />Imi eviti a mea iubire,<br />Care creste pentru tine.<br />Nu-i nimic,<br />Caci eu, copil,<br />Am sa ma desfac de viata<br />Iar cu ingerii in fata,<br />Le voi spune c-am murit,<br />Pentr o falsa speranta.<br />Iar pe tine, draga mea,<br />Din cer te voi apara..<br />Caci sub blestemul iubirii,<br />Inca sta ziua-mplinirii.."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-33730838982386039592010-12-30T05:54:00.001-08:002011-01-02T03:11:43.332-08:00De ce mor oamenii?De ce mor oamenii? De ce mor oamenii buni? De ce mor oamenii care intradevar isi doresc sa traiasca? De ce mor acei oameni care isi doresc atat demult sa-si vada copiii, nepotii impliniti? De ce acei oameni?<br />De ce e asa randuiala? De ce moare omul acela care se leaga cu ultimele sale forte de cel mai mic fir de viata? E cea mai socanta scena. Sa vezi un om care o viata intreaga a muncit, care nu si-a dorit decat sa mearga la nunta nepotilor, sa-l vezi cum se chinuie sa traiasca.<br />Si ochii tai cereau ajutorul celor din jur care in ciuda efortului si straduintei , te-au pierdut.Acum te plangem si speram sa-ti fie bine acolo unde esti .Te-ai dus cu zambetul pe buze...Te-ai dus glumind. Respectele mele. <br /><br />"Sambata nu veni la mine, sambata ma insor." Te-ai insurat batranule.<br /><br /><br />Dumnezeu sa te odihneasca in pace, mosule!!! Nu te vom uita niciodata!!! :(<br /><br />Multumesc pentru ca : <br /><br />- m-ai crescut de cand aveam 2 ani "majatate" <br />- mi-ai dat de mancare ...m-ai invatat cat e de buna "margarina de porc" <br />- m-ai invatat ca nu se zice "colomotiva" ci locomotiva, nu se zice "porcotaliu" ci "portocaliu" , nu se zice "majatate" ci jumatate..<br />- nu puteai rezista cuvintelor mele : " mosulee hai du-ma pana la gradi ca mi frica sa merg singura" si ma duceai mereu...<br />- imi dadeai mereu bani fara sa stie tanti Mita ...iti promit ca nici acum nu o sa afle..ramane secretul nostru..<br />- imi aminteai mereu toate lucrurile pe care zicea mama sa le fac..pt ca eu mereu uitam..<br />- eu am fost mereu persoana cu care te intelegeai cel mai bine cand venea vorba de meciul de aseara de fotbal/wrestling..<br />- ti-ai luat ramas bun de la mine ca de la nepoata Alexandra desi eram doar vecina ta...<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sogOLtDcxCs?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sogOLtDcxCs?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-27962426559878210022010-12-11T12:01:00.000-08:002010-12-13T12:55:30.198-08:00Si eu care credeam...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibaAgYuqBU_226jkoVDOQKwhNy8ULMJ4F8ZvjPt9mzfnm2Ai3nXdgrp1vnwaAevdiDIB0porXxq6xbigXzWbx_unpU2FX313l5V_ERrR-CM8jooZzJvUJJxvnJ6O-e2MBEpeCrBV6Jy5s/s1600/amintiri.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibaAgYuqBU_226jkoVDOQKwhNy8ULMJ4F8ZvjPt9mzfnm2Ai3nXdgrp1vnwaAevdiDIB0porXxq6xbigXzWbx_unpU2FX313l5V_ERrR-CM8jooZzJvUJJxvnJ6O-e2MBEpeCrBV6Jy5s/s200/amintiri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549520890807391202" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Defapt imi ramasese un strop de fericire si speranta in tristetea aceea care m-a cuprins acum ceva timp. Mereu era acolo si eu n'o vedeam. Eu nu vedeam sensul ala care nu ma lasa sa cedez. Nu am crezut si a fost gresit. N-am simtit decat atunci cand ingerasul de pe umarul drept mi-a soptit ca sunt in stare, sunt capabila, ca vede el in mine o capacitate mult prea mare si sa nu o arunc la gunoi ca e inca functionabila. Atunci mi-am deschis ochii mari si am vazut ca niciodata nu o sa ma inec atat de tare in tristete incat sa raman acolo. Mereu exista barca aia de salvare, speranta care nu ma lasa. <br />Defapt,vorba lui Minulescu ,"asculta, priveste si taci" si pe deasupra invata sa-ti cunosti toate ascunzisurile inimii ca sa vezi si partile bune din ea...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />P.S : Testat psihologic :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-26633016583438763012010-12-11T11:10:00.000-08:002010-12-13T12:53:26.377-08:00Sarbatorile vin..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6q7_mSnJXoGGHAOA9xRIe3YRuceYTFxWyzriUzARvmzMmB_SJ0P5rjPSL57XfBSz5_c3hdyWzQSXthKX9TgWwfx_6CfHM52N9P7p4pN_FqcqvRkguvXK9bEVDCK3RAsaIclsfI1I0hGQ/s1600/greeting_0829677001197375211_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6q7_mSnJXoGGHAOA9xRIe3YRuceYTFxWyzriUzARvmzMmB_SJ0P5rjPSL57XfBSz5_c3hdyWzQSXthKX9TgWwfx_6CfHM52N9P7p4pN_FqcqvRkguvXK9bEVDCK3RAsaIclsfI1I0hGQ/s200/greeting_0829677001197375211_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549511337902267106" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cu multa nerabdare si dorinta de a-i vedea pe copiii cuminti si voiosi , Mos Craciun isi pregateste plecarea. Sacii sunt aproape plini, iar saniuta este dusa la mecanicul Mosului pentru ultimele revizuiri. Renii isi activeaza GPS-ul si isi noteaza fiecare copil care a fost cuminte anul acesta. Iar spiridusii, veseli si sprintari pregatesc costumul mosului. D-na Craciun, desi este putin trista ca sotul ei va fii departe de ea pentru un timp, il sustine pe Mos Craciun si ii pregateste sandwichurile pentru drum. <br /><br />Acum ca am vazut ce se intampla la Polul nord , sa trecem la ale noastre. Orasul nostru drag , este plin de luminite colorate care se reflecta in covorul de zapada ce s-a asternut pe pamant . In sfarsit culoare. Vremea asta ne prevesteste ca se apropie Sfanta seara de Craciun . Seara cand Domnul Iisus Hristos s-a nascut . O seara , cum am spus, sfanta, plina de bucurie si emotie. <br /><br />Copiii, veseli si nerabdatori , au inceput deja repetitiile pentru colindat. Glasurile lor cristaline vor rasuna in casele crestinilor in seara de Ajun . Nici cei mai in varsta nu stau degeaba. In casele oamenilor a inceput sa miroase a cozonaci. <br />Bradul asteapta nerebdator sa primeasca culoare, iar globuletele stau ghemuite in cutiutele lor , si sunt fericite ca in curand ii vor tine companie bradutului.<br /><br />Se apropie Craciunul ! Haide-ti sa fim cu toti mai buni , sa uitam de problemele de zi cu zi si sa ne bucuram de venirea pe lume a Mantuitorului ! Craciun fericit tuturor!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-79934785480763170092010-11-15T10:34:00.000-08:002010-11-15T11:21:00.977-08:00In cinstea celui care-mi va pleca..<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZmDzxpiiYE?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZmDzxpiiYE?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />Frumoasa voce. Mai canta-mi una. Hai nu fii trist. Ma vei vedea mereu. Nu, ti se pare. Nu plang.<br />Stii ca mereu vei fii cel care-mi va observa cel mai mic fir de iarba uitat in parul blond, cel pentru care rasar dimineata si ma ofilesc la apus. Esti si vei ramane cel care face cea mai buna cafea. <br /><br />Poate ramai.. poate pleci. <br /><br />In camera mea nu am niciun ceas, stii de ce? Pentru ca pana acum traiam un vis. Eram rupta de realitatea crancena. Dar nu, realizez acum ca trebuie sa o infrunt, voi trece peste tot. Ce? Sa terminam?<br />Ce sa terminam?<br /><br />Termina tu tot daca asta iti doresti..Pentru mine acum e inceputul.<br />Acum imi esti mai drag ca niciodata. De acum o sa ma simti mai aproape ca niciodata, ca ce vrei tu: iubita, prietena, amanta sau ca o necunoscuta. Indiferent de functia pe care o primesc in sufletul tau, am sa fiu acolo.<br /><br />Ce nu ai? N-ai inger? <br />Ai, iubire...Si din cand in cand am sa-i ocup locul. Din cand in cand am sa-i dau dreptul la putina odihna..Inger blond am sa-ti fiu..<br /><br />Cum? De ce, iubire? Lacrimile iti dezleaga sufletul. Hai da-mi-le mie...sa le strang uite aici, in cutiuta asta...Aici vor fi si peste ani.<br /><br />Nu! Gresesti! Nu se usuca ! Asa ceva nu se va usca vreodata ! <br /><br />"Pentru ca te voi iubi mereu?"<br /><br />Nu ma vei iubi mereu. Pentru ca m-ai iubit atunci, acum si maine..Ca de poimaine voi ramane doar o umbra. Umbra primei..<br /><br />"Iubita mea cu foarte mari probleme. Cu chip slavon si nume de regina!!!!! "<br /><br />Totul e ok...<br /><br />P.S: De maine-mi cumpar ceas in camera!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-44693044877616966092010-11-07T11:26:00.000-08:002010-11-07T11:48:47.530-08:00Intoarce-te in vis..<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AZQpg9QuSPQ?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AZQpg9QuSPQ?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />Cu sau fara voia lui a venit inapoi. Deschide poarta ruginita de timp, paseste sfioasa catre usa. Apasa clanta, iar usa ii face loc sa intre. In casa e cald, dar peretii sunt reci...focul arde dar soba e tot un ger..<br /><br />Vesnicul fotoliu este gol, ziarul de saptamana trecuta e tot acolo pe masa, unde l-a vazut si ultima data, inainte sa plece. Patul priveste dezordonat si gol spre televizorul plin de praf, dat pe acelasi post pe care era si saptamana trecuta. Pe masuta insa e ceva neobisnuit, un morman de cutii cu medicamente..E straniu..<br /><br />Deodata, dinspre usa din spatele fetei se aude o voce ciudata, slabita, insa ea realizeaza din prima ca e vocea lui:<br /><br /> "De ce te-ai intors? Ti-am spus destul de clar ca nu mai are rost.."<br /><br />Speriata, fata nu are curajul sa se intoarca spre persoana care ii vorbise, ca si cum ar stii ca ceea ce ar vedea ar face-o sa sufere.Cu jumatate de gura, ii raspunde:<br /><br /> " Vroiam sa aflu si eu motivul pt care m-ai alungat din viata ta!"<br /><br /> "Motivul? Vrei sa stii adevaratul motiv? Nu era vorba, asa cum ti-am spus, ca nu te mai iubesc. Am vrut doar sa nu ma vezi asa...Dar acum, ca te-ai riscat sa vii aici, de ce nu te intorci?<br /><br /> "Nu, nu vreau.."raspunse fata si mai speriata..<br /> "Cu toate astea, ma bucur totusi ca am avut sansa sa te mai vad o data, chiar si de la spate...acum..."<br /><br />Si in urmatoarea secunda podeaua rasuna...se prabusise...<br /><br /><br />De abia acum, fata se intoarce, dar nu mai vede decat un trup gol intins pe podeaua invechita. Nu mai e in stare decat sa spuna : "Doamne, de ce nu mi-ai dat curajul sa-l mai vad o data, o singura data...te iubeam...". Isi petrece mana peste ochii lui reci,iar apoi se aseaza incolacita cu capul pe pieptul celui care pana acum un minut fusese intreaga ei viata, sperand sa il revada in vis..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-20969394253900640442010-11-02T10:52:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:10:12.602-07:00Contraste<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EUGak-kLX0?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EUGak-kLX0?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Viata este alcatuita de contraste. Contrastele lumii sunt pline varf de sentimente, de stari...Contrastul atipeste, contrastul rasare. Te duce pe cai marete, ca mai apoi sa-ti dea drumul in timp pierdut, ura si teama. Nu te poti feri de contrast. Esti in mainile lui. Exista totusi o cale prin care sa-l accepti asa cum e..O cale semeata,o rezolvare, o mana, un sprijin. Vorbesc acum de ceea ce numesc mai marii oameni, SPERANTA. Iar tu ca om de rand, vei realiza ca e unica solutie si o vei accepta in viata ta. Spre binele tau,fa-o !<br />Acum nimic nu e in regula, umblu desculta, ascult voci, astept sfaturi fara sa cer, vorbesc fara cuvinte si tiparesc strazi strambe lasand cate-o urma,dovada ca am fost. Si eu ca voi am nevoie de o cale, am depus cerului o cerere. Poate se aproba, sau poate nu. Iubesc, urasc? Sunt confuza , fac reclamatii legii omenesti, dar nu, nu sunt o revolutionara asa cum spuneai . Spun cuvinte fara temei, dau omenirii sens de vorba. Dar nu le voi putea explica niciodata ce plumb ma tine strans legata de Pamant, ce liniste-i in juru-mi, ce bulgar de glod mi-a acoperit firea. N-ai cum sa uiti atatea peste noapte. N-ai sanse sa pierzi sacul neplacerilor.<br /><br />Hopa!Gata, inchei..Aud in casca ca mi s-a acceptat cererea in cer. A meritat apasarea. Imi ajunge speranta intr-un colet in 5..4..3..2..1...<br /><br /><br /><br />P.S : CONTRSTUL e in contrast cu DESTINUL :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-66212336503829187802010-10-10T11:20:00.000-07:002010-11-02T10:51:37.666-07:00neincredere..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6kxiWBKHw2-8HfzLuDHZDGaYP5-BCCN8oBxo_d84D4HI1OjFlXZn1cL9Qey1Nl4SZdZZI0CWV-F7GXaOZDCmlBMBXZmrgDyoYGYB9kf0jrtBMRHgzLz2waNyXDn2hzCf4xP5c47zyDTM/s1600/images.jpeg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6kxiWBKHw2-8HfzLuDHZDGaYP5-BCCN8oBxo_d84D4HI1OjFlXZn1cL9Qey1Nl4SZdZZI0CWV-F7GXaOZDCmlBMBXZmrgDyoYGYB9kf0jrtBMRHgzLz2waNyXDn2hzCf4xP5c47zyDTM/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526486373268743506" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nopti lungi si bogate in sentimente etalate. Sentimente de care nu te poti indoi. Nu poti, nu ai voie. E totul atat de clar, de limpede. Cum poti sa negi, sa exprimi atata neincredere pentru un fapt pe care ti-l afisez atat de aprins, pe care ti-l demonstrez in fiecare secunda? Ai tot ce vrei din sufletul meu...Si daca nici asa nu ma crezi, atunci de ce nu-l descompui sa vezi? De ce nu-l rupi in bucati sa vezi ca pe fiecare bucata de suflet e inscriptionat numele tau si zambetul si privirea? Hai fa-o! Iti permit!.........<br />.....<br />....<br />.....<br />.........<br />.<br />..<br />.....<br />...........<br />.<br />..........<br />........................<br />...<br />...........<br />......<br /><br />Ai facut-o...l-ai rupt..Da stiu ca ti-am dat voie si nu-ti reprosez nimic acum. Aha, sa inteleg ca acum te-ai convins...stiam ca asa va fi. Dar totusi priveste ce lasi in urma...Priveste in ce stadiu mi-a ramas sufletul. Crezi ca-l poti reface? N-as fi asa sigura. Nu cred ca are rost sa incerci...e inutil. <br /><br />Hai ca plec. Suna-ma luni sa vedem daca se rezolva ceva pana atunci..O zi buna sa ai...<br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZMkY8XapJo?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZMkY8XapJo?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-69778046803089718542010-09-07T08:43:00.000-07:002010-09-07T09:11:51.518-07:00Multumesc..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlqnWzeqBDV5NScEQl6gGDAnJ04I3roy335yE4URPiPgSpb6nAcHECEoVO3UW-Mt1wnHPjB3gNhGKESKJy3GCD2VaW4ULxG9B_s-TsMbgwS3G7AluT_Z6m-vGnP4606nZv00XOamBnoQ/s1600/DSC01674.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlqnWzeqBDV5NScEQl6gGDAnJ04I3roy335yE4URPiPgSpb6nAcHECEoVO3UW-Mt1wnHPjB3gNhGKESKJy3GCD2VaW4ULxG9B_s-TsMbgwS3G7AluT_Z6m-vGnP4606nZv00XOamBnoQ/s200/DSC01674.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514204962141994786" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />..ca te cheama Bia si nu Suzana..<br />..ca uneori ma enervezi fix atunci cand nu am nevoie..<br />..ca stii sa te comporti ca un bebe ca sa-mi faci ziua mai buna..<br />..ca ma pupi balos [..chiar daca uneori e al naibii de enervant xD] ..<br />..ca-ti trece repede supararea pe mine..<br />..ca m-ai invatat sa sar gardul scolii..<br />..ca ma tii ore-n sir la telefon..<br />..pt sandvichul facut la ora 2 noapte, poalele in brau aduse la scoala si pt toata mancarea pe care ti-am halit-o,lasandu-te sa mori de foame..<br />..ca stai cu mine in banca,si astel nu ma pot plictisii nici daca imi doresc asta..<br />..ca mi-ai cumparat pix cu numele meu ( chiar daca stiu ca ai facut-o ca sa nu mai fur pixurile colegilor si in mod special pixurile tale)..<br />..ca ai gura mare..<br />..ca iti place sa canti cu mine. Si mie imi place..<br />..ca intrii mereu la mine pe hi5 si imi dai accept la cereri/comentarii/notificari etc. Nu intrii sa-mi stergi si mail-urile ?:D..<br />..ca ma iubesti si imi amintesti asta tot timpul..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-90978127969010805612010-09-05T22:33:00.000-07:002010-09-05T23:20:53.609-07:00Si din cand in cand ma mai retrag in paradis..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDS2zf8wK-avURbd8LUohWNt9P1uyJdbhmgq06AShhNMWCmjfJ_Mv9EO7DMw69xqY3BQ2WNPUE6fKOZfXq6fFNjEiVYx-V9ODsp1H16G4HDP5shv98B9IYzyDOcE4R-INlCe1nrbbfuZo/s1600/abbracciati.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDS2zf8wK-avURbd8LUohWNt9P1uyJdbhmgq06AShhNMWCmjfJ_Mv9EO7DMw69xqY3BQ2WNPUE6fKOZfXq6fFNjEiVYx-V9ODsp1H16G4HDP5shv98B9IYzyDOcE4R-INlCe1nrbbfuZo/s200/abbracciati.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513681164220589554" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Si scap de probleme,de suparari, tristeti in momentul in care ma izolez la tine-n gand, in cel mai indepartat si mai aprins loc al inimii tale.Acolo unde nu poate ajunge nimeni, doar eu. Deschid usa, pasesc, iti intind o mana, dar mi-o eviti, nici nu te uiti la ea.Privirile noastre se impletesc. Mana mea se retrage dezamagita insa, in urmatoarea clipa corpurile noastre sunt lipite, nu ne mai desparte nicio doza de oxigen. Suntem doar noi doi.Sunt langa tine, sunt a ta. Dar nu mai vad nimic, nu mai aud, ochii mi's inchisi, simt doar palpaierea genelor tale langa urechea mea.Imi place.Te iubesc.Ma musti de ureche in cel mai subtil mod,iar eu , nu simt decat o furnicatura care imi umple tot corpul, sunt cea mai fericita fata de pe Pamant.Parca nu as fi cunoscut tristetea niciodata. Ma simt de parca m-am nascut ca sa fiu numai fericita. Si bem o cafea, fumam o tigara. Suntem incolaciti de fumul care se-nalta ambitios catre o viata mai buna. Radio-ul canta o melodie pe care mi-o dedici si-mi spui cu glas incet dar sugestiv : " Ce bine ca esti, iubito!".Ce mi-as putea dori mai mult? Esti langa mine, sunt a ta si asa as vrea sa decurga urmatorii ani din viata mea. <br /><br />S-a terminat cafeaua,tigarile sunt pe sfarsite,iar soarele e jos. Noaptea se lasa,iar eu trebuie sa dispar..Sa plec acolo unde imi e rece,te las acum..Dar de la atata fericire m-am innecat..Tristetea ma copleseste..Iti dau un ultim sarut , si ies. Nu ma conduci, nu suporti sa vezi ca iarasi plec...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wt5Zsgsbmp4?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wt5Zsgsbmp4?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-2863852292978454512010-08-25T12:47:00.000-07:002010-09-06T00:00:01.057-07:00TU!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.garbo.ro/images/article_pictures/back/00k_desireint.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 267px;" src="http://img.garbo.ro/images/article_pictures/back/00k_desireint.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Ce sec, ce trist e atunci cand absenta increderii isi face prezenta.Cand toti cei dragi iti par ipocriti,<br />cand nici un copil nu te mai face sa razi.Cand te iubesti numai pe tine pt ca nu ai motive sa-i iubesti pe ceilalti.<br />Cand nu stii in grija cui sa lasi florile atunci cand pleci in vacanta.<br />E cel mai urat moment.Atunci de abia te vezi schimbat, observi ca viata ta nu e tocmai ca a papusei barbie, cea stilata<br />si super indragostita de baiatul ei. Iar tu, iti privesti baiatul ca pe un suspect.<br />Iluziile pier, esti puternica, dar iti lipsesc visele, trairile si soarele care odata te lumina, iar acum iti intoarce spatele.<br />Nimeni nu crede toate astea, si asta pentru ca asa e natura, asa e dat de la Dumnezeu. Sa traiesti ca sa inveti,<br />sa ti se intample ca sa realizezi. Ce poti sa mai faci? Sa ridici capul si sa ai incredere in tine,caci tu esti cel mai important om din viata<br />ta, tu decizi pt tine, nu pt altcineva.Tu!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-69330510480954605892010-08-23T12:59:00.000-07:002010-09-06T00:00:38.341-07:00Necunoscutul<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3zZ6FouZO_3WgTgakz2iLSrHnpExsD4tQCH_hjudtVg67OB5tTEKz6uexbIV1JCzcrvlfHhTwIuOWR_xAxiuddSZfr0IyOGwyGR46VPtINPd2BKxTLKzLABGNG2PMspQzkbwPxHFnJQ/s1600/sad_man.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3zZ6FouZO_3WgTgakz2iLSrHnpExsD4tQCH_hjudtVg67OB5tTEKz6uexbIV1JCzcrvlfHhTwIuOWR_xAxiuddSZfr0IyOGwyGR46VPtINPd2BKxTLKzLABGNG2PMspQzkbwPxHFnJQ/s200/sad_man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508700144937716114" /></a><br /><br /> <br /><br />Plangeau chitarile la venirea lui<br />Si soarele apuse<br />In vremurile cele duse, <br />Din scoarta timpului<br /><br />S-a dus o parte mai demult,<br />S-a dus si cea de-a doua,<br />Pe crestet inca-i curge roua.<br />Stapan de efemer tumult..<br /><br />Cand inca scapara o raza, <br />Cand florile alinta-o ata,<br />Acum ca e de diminteatza,<br />Apare greu dinspre o oaza.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-35636985972367298402010-08-21T08:21:00.000-07:002010-09-06T00:01:03.484-07:00Nepasare<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://penticostalul.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/copy-of-img_8065.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 356px;" src="http://penticostalul.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/copy-of-img_8065.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Si-atunci cand cerul creste<br />Si-n inima-i se inalta,<br />Atunci cand i se scurge smaltul,<br />De-abia atunci isi mai doreste inc-o viata.<br /><br />Dar cine sa-l auda <br />In negrul de cenusa,<br />Cand soarele adoarme<br />Si trece dupa usa?<br /><br />E singur,<br />Vrea sa strige dar nu poate,<br />O viata are,si-ar da-o pentru alta<br />Ar da-o pentru tot si toate.<br /><br />Nici gandul si nici simtul<br />Nu-i mai ofera sanse<br />Cand cenusiul ii aude cantul<br />Incetul cu incetul el dispare.<br /><br />Acum ca s-a sfarsit,<br />Degeaba-l mai auzi<br />El,cand sufletu-i era sa fi murit.<br />Tu te-ai facut ca-l uiti.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-10280818041541277142010-08-12T12:36:00.000-07:002010-09-06T00:01:29.099-07:00De dor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXl06pbOTz_-Bzyp4Kw19fVZaqBKEaEcIINHMaSxFLJFtmCKEiutuerJv8ajT1X4WHgiwQ0RXyzwJyKsZQNl82Ur_u34flm0WXoYlqO3J9la9No1PnhGJeZ0jOUhA8jHFPOIkhf1NvHr0/s1600/black.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXl06pbOTz_-Bzyp4Kw19fVZaqBKEaEcIINHMaSxFLJFtmCKEiutuerJv8ajT1X4WHgiwQ0RXyzwJyKsZQNl82Ur_u34flm0WXoYlqO3J9la9No1PnhGJeZ0jOUhA8jHFPOIkhf1NvHr0/s200/black.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513678018409671394" /></a><br /><br />In linistea serii,<br />Si-a padurii batrane,<br />O lupta-n piept porneste.<br />E ca atunci cand tot ce ai,<br />Subit se prabuseste.<br />E dorul cel cu iz de gara,<br />E soarele ce frige campul,<br />Cand norii-l lasa singur ca sa para,<br />Ca-i al lui Pamantul.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-19828064533430093622010-08-12T12:32:00.001-07:002010-09-06T01:59:58.818-07:00Sunt fericita cand- sare Ionut<br />- rade bunicul la glumele mele<br />-imi trimite Radu mesaje kilometrice<br />- iau un 10 la mate<br />- petrec timpul cu deny,bia,ralu, markus, radu .. si lista poate continua<br />- plec in excursii, deplasari<br />- se suspenda orele<br />- pleaca parintii de acasaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252929639900360300.post-81972598262272594582010-08-12T12:30:00.000-07:002010-08-12T12:31:55.641-07:00Imi amintesc de :Scrie pe o carpa << TE IUBESC CU TOT CE AM SI TOT CE N-AM>> si da-i-o lui...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01573897133199048233noreply@blogger.com2