tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15080109413293048322024-03-05T11:35:39.377+02:00praf de stelepumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-57311315468799091802011-01-26T16:29:00.006+02:002011-01-26T20:28:44.602+02:00TACEAI SI PANA ACUM...NU E NEVOIE SA TACI SUPLIMENTAR...pentru cei ce stiu ce-si doresc e simplu sa-si "boteze" sentimentul <br />...ura,iubire,dezamagire,tristete,extaz sau plictiseala<br /> OARE? <br />eu stiu ce-mi doresc...insa ma cufund si ma confund cu sentimente noi...<br /><br /> Te vreau...Te urasc pentru ca nu ma cauti...<br /> Te doresc...Te urasc pentru ca te plictisesti prea repede...<br /> OARE te ......?<br /> Nu stiu...stiu doar ca te urasc pentru ca nu ma iei in serios...pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-71044787209301184252011-01-20T08:21:00.002+02:002011-01-20T08:38:18.605+02:00si daca pana acum am postat ce-a fost...mie una va spun sincer mi-a ajuns sa retraiesc acele momente... oricum... sunt scrise mai bine de un an...de fapt au aproape 2 ani...<br /> iar continuarea...hmmmm..<br /> daca ar fi fost ceva placut probabil ca ar fi meritat spus,insa nu a fost asa...deci... sa auzim numai de bine de acum inainte... !!!!!!!!!!pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-16755097848579652992011-01-10T11:07:00.004+02:002011-01-10T11:14:40.294+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoG1ik16nqCMED9MaBmdyo6nNXLy09My9cXDil3viGM1Is7s-nvdK3F5Y_T6puLa_hiuqC9z-ahUpYTP_deTI1d5qz0XAX1OwCrWKd18GG8pmSYMLd2e-LjgvyVo73i8zKVC-WNPTwj3ae/s1600/suflet-sanatos.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoG1ik16nqCMED9MaBmdyo6nNXLy09My9cXDil3viGM1Is7s-nvdK3F5Y_T6puLa_hiuqC9z-ahUpYTP_deTI1d5qz0XAX1OwCrWKd18GG8pmSYMLd2e-LjgvyVo73i8zKVC-WNPTwj3ae/s320/suflet-sanatos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560483112240340386" /></a>
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<br /> 11. O SUPRANATURALA IUBIRE IN DOI<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>
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<br />Devenisei o materie cu suflet,indispensabila pentru mine
<br />Doar sufletul tau conta...
<br />Si aveam o sansa amandoi
<br />Am vazut prin tine si ti-am dat nu o sansa,nu doua,”n” sanse
<br />“Imi pare rau ca ti-am facut mult rau”-vroiam sa aud din gura ta
<br />Insa tu nu ai constientizat niciodata lucrul asta...
<br />Nu ai constientizat cat suflet am depus,
<br />Nu ai constientizat cat de macinat am fost,
<br />Trebuia sa stiu ca esti doar pentru mine,ca simti doar pentru mine,ca traiesti doar pentru mine,ca respiri doar pentru mine...
<br />Te vedeam langa mine si te uram pentru fiecare lucru
<br />Cateodata cautam scuze pentru tristeatea mea,pentru nefericirea noastra
<br />Si te uram,te uram pentru ce putea sa fie...
<br />Si cu toate astea...eram impreuna...
<br />Si exista cateodata o raza de soare ce imi dadea putere sa merg mai departe...
<br />Si am mers...
<br />Nu unu,ci doi...
<br />Am mers mai departe in doi...pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-52754233884884640262010-12-31T19:29:00.002+02:002010-12-31T19:32:04.429+02:00Fie ca toate dorintele sa vi se indeplineasca...<br /> mai putin una sa aveti pentru ce lupta in 2011 !!!!!pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-71266175112723021012010-12-22T00:22:00.003+02:002010-12-22T16:17:49.515+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01mn59-LXMWj5ArK6cSGVdBmAa3CthVoL5Zeq3Lkcnp9jw2834l4FFbXOsAskDfeuPSOBERzkaqSgaOLYcVDvAZA4DErwXF99pvbNAQ6sUQmJxAn__XAsM4Ob_G7cmIA-EHk5LXbtbTJ2/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01mn59-LXMWj5ArK6cSGVdBmAa3CthVoL5Zeq3Lkcnp9jw2834l4FFbXOsAskDfeuPSOBERzkaqSgaOLYcVDvAZA4DErwXF99pvbNAQ6sUQmJxAn__XAsM4Ob_G7cmIA-EHk5LXbtbTJ2/s400/images+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553265582815201090" /></a><br /> 10.MEMORIE SELECTIVA<br /><br /><br />Am stiut despre tine decat ce-ai vrut sa-mi spui<br />Si mi-ai spus decat ce-am vrut sa aud<br />Aveai o memorie selectiva <br />Si te incurcai...<br />Ridicai privirea si stiam ca minti...<br />O simteam<br />Te simteam<br /><br />Glasul vocii iti tremura,registrul vorbirii ti se schimba<br />Stiam ca nu-i ala adevarul<br />Stiai si tu<br />Si continuai...<br />Acum spune-mi iubito ce-ai facut?pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-65925130378766503502010-12-14T10:00:00.003+02:002010-12-22T16:18:30.440+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNOlxXEEtewvMxurFegQe_7tyCjaIHzzb91WksmpaksT1MaYkz0XwUrvhgnaE30Ffa3zxdJUDpB7Qmp3BlATrSihixl-NUp-B4CTDJ5pO7ZI7g0_MH6sNmEdeM4V2oB8esRZ8zl1vOaLHu/s1600/rain1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNOlxXEEtewvMxurFegQe_7tyCjaIHzzb91WksmpaksT1MaYkz0XwUrvhgnaE30Ffa3zxdJUDpB7Qmp3BlATrSihixl-NUp-B4CTDJ5pO7ZI7g0_MH6sNmEdeM4V2oB8esRZ8zl1vOaLHu/s400/rain1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550445605784577682" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;"> 9.UN UNIVERS</span><br /><br />Ai inteles ce trebuia sa faci pentru a ma avea langa tine...<br />Te-am tinut in brate si am dormit langa tine in clipele-mi cele mai grele<br />Dulce si docila ai devenit...era perfect,asa cum trebuia sa fie<br />Insa perfectul asta,iubita mea,era anormal<br />Tu cu el iti rascumparai greseala <br />Deci dupa un perfect absolut perfect puteam spune ca sunt al tau si esti a mea<br />Al tau eram,desi nu vroiai sa stii<br />A mea nu mai erai<br />Perfectul absolut perfect nu era<br />Greselile trecutului tau apasau gandirea mea<br />Isi facusera casa in amintirile mele si apasau pe creierul meu<br />Somnul mi-era tulburat de pacatele-ti anterioare<br />Si totusi te tineam in brate<br />Seara de seara capu-ti era lipit de pieptul meu<br />Seara de seara erai prezenta<br />m-ai vrut iubito,dar nu ai inteles un lucru:<br />“o minciuna te poate ridica pe cele mai inalte culmi,insa ea poate distruge un intreg univers,universul nostru”<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-53528270764794222822010-12-03T17:04:00.001+02:002010-12-22T16:21:41.865+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifsSHSP7Ng4wgOPDOA6SaqSSAfATslfeYvOMkrYprVRL8oANl2thR39e1w8UGxQgABiksxV41X1rJlJx2PhXT_oBgWkWcuszrspF5Tt5tfRqWiolOdmYvdW681lkZhrcFXiVSO_nZIX-sz/s1600/normal_heart.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifsSHSP7Ng4wgOPDOA6SaqSSAfATslfeYvOMkrYprVRL8oANl2thR39e1w8UGxQgABiksxV41X1rJlJx2PhXT_oBgWkWcuszrspF5Tt5tfRqWiolOdmYvdW681lkZhrcFXiVSO_nZIX-sz/s400/normal_heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546471910055980002" /></a>
<br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language:FR"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language:FR"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language:FR"> <span class="Apple-style-span" >8</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" >DIVORTUL</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language:FR"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language:FR"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Of cate lacrimi adunate sub ochii tai....<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Si cate se loveau de obrazul tau si se spargeau in aer...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Iubito...imi plange sufletul cu tine odata,vroiam sa strig<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Vroiam sa ti le sterg,sa nu vad cum suferi...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Uraste-ma pe mine,nu pe tine...te rog<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">Dar sufera idioato...ca si eu am suferit pana te-am vazut iar...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">Sufera...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">Sufera...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">Suferaaaaaaaa...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">Repet in gand<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">Sunt tare...sunt eu...sunt degeaba fara tine...esti un nimic fara mine...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Lasa-ma!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">...rosteau vorbele mele,insa gandul meu urla dupa imbratisarea ta<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Ii pusesem gratii<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">O noapte fara tine...nu...nu...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Atat de aproape(<<st1:metricconverter productid="1 m" st="on">1 m</st1:metricconverter>),insa atat de departe<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Si in seara aia sentimentele m-au tradat<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Nasul tau era lipit de gatul meu,mainile-ti la fel ca mainile-mi<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>erau incolacite peste trupurile noastre<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Strans,dulce<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Iti simteam respiatia rece la ureche si tremurul pe care il aveai...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Iti simteam mirosul corpului tau incalzit de al meu...inconfundabil...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Si mai stergeam o lacrima...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Dar nu mai eram in stare sa spun ceva...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Mai stergeam o lacrima...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Dar nu mai erai in stare sa spui ceva...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Doar ganguritul plansului tau se auzea si din cand in cand cate o tresarire<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Imi venea sa urlu de placere si de nebunia care era intre noi<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Liniste<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Liniste si gesturi<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Nu-mi venea sa cred ca erai in bratele mele atat de linistita<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Gata...eram fericit...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Divortasem si ne impacasem in aceeasi zi<o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-90240565943156054232010-10-17T17:19:00.007+03:002010-12-22T16:22:26.201+02:00<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">7. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">C<span class="Apple-style-span" >O</span></span></i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >L</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >O</span><span class="Apple-style-span" >R</span><span class="Apple-style-span" >I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" >ST</span><span class="Apple-style-span" >I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" >C</span><span class="Apple-style-span" >A </span></span></i></b><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><o:p><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></b></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><o:p><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></b></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>Am inceput sa ucid cate un gand legat de tine...</b><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Asa trebuia...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >Dar daca faceam asta povestea lua sfarsit...)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Si cum mai doboram cate unul un altul ii lua locul...</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR"><span class="Apple-style-span" >In cat de putin timp m-ai facut sa trec de la bleu la gri...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" >In cat de putin timp ai stiut sa distrugi un castel de vise </span></span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWh_0WutPhyphenhyphenmXDQcTegSemTlNIH7KNJ1sXUHc7j3_LFX3pdU86CANbrbVFRVA3hJR4N46MqoQV2JFTfjvVxu3h4QKe8R3yHGciErrxnmumD1HkHfghft8yimzu2GURz0_nRaTdHRyMHVKD/s400/images.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 193px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529030603382298002" /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" >ce incepuse a </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" >se cladi...</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Stiu iubito-eram la baza</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR"><span class="Apple-style-span" >dar fir-ar sa fie...de ce n-ai asteptat?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Aveai ceva special in tine...o vraja si te aduceam in inima mea...</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Trebuia doar s-o gasesc pe cea potrivita</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Pentru tine era greu de gasit...</span></b></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language:FR"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language:FR"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language:FR"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language:FR"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language:FR"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-61654993106164502872010-10-06T16:11:00.004+03:002010-10-06T16:22:37.116+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ZiukgrON6aKvFmhKo6U9MNgI_TVJvzxl_MDtsek_dURp-0k42_XFmZRMeRbxB24SwRlDrELvMQbtynp-XMY0Vy8x0PAJU62HkVQUszOmtodeamEa5rqCmHcfIX_XHyFXoS4_nH3WupPM/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ZiukgrON6aKvFmhKo6U9MNgI_TVJvzxl_MDtsek_dURp-0k42_XFmZRMeRbxB24SwRlDrELvMQbtynp-XMY0Vy8x0PAJU62HkVQUszOmtodeamEa5rqCmHcfIX_XHyFXoS4_nH3WupPM/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524921358895650194" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>6. </b></span><b>GAME OVER </b><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Te-ai lasat prada unui sentiment pe care nu stii nici tu sa il definesti</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="IT"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >"nu stiu" e singura explicatie pe care ai putut sa mi-o dai<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="IT"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >"nu stiu" apasat soptit imi spuneai<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="IT"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Si acum daca te intreb tot "nu stiu" stii sa-mi spui;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="IT"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Din flacara vie ce ardea…ai avut grija sa o stingi…incepusem sa respir in intuneric…ai suflat cu putere si ai imprastiat picatura de speranta ce o vedeam in tine<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="IT"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Vroiam sa cred in tine...incepusem...<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="FR"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Nu erai un joc pentru mine<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="IT"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Insa jocul cu siguranta luase sfarsit<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="IT"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Game over,si te-am ucis... </span></b><o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-85361577121127916712010-10-01T13:49:00.002+03:002010-10-01T13:56:19.598+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgOuWrRRf2cyc-jIk-jR7AYRQzxTw3_k2TNKOG0BsSVQ8SinhtFukqkfMWr2GPVKDO4-X2x4B6YLBANP1iBvt4Paq-q3pP-_tSL_BX0WTbUJyUK5VadeNYJbBB0oyfJH76jIi_yWAf02c/s1600/images+hgfj.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 137px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgOuWrRRf2cyc-jIk-jR7AYRQzxTw3_k2TNKOG0BsSVQ8SinhtFukqkfMWr2GPVKDO4-X2x4B6YLBANP1iBvt4Paq-q3pP-_tSL_BX0WTbUJyUK5VadeNYJbBB0oyfJH76jIi_yWAf02c/s320/images+hgfj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523029563545367986" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">5</span>.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i>INTAMPLAREA </i></b></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Si ce-ai facut?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Ai reusit sa ma faci sa nu te uit,insa m-ai facut sa te detest...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Ai fost a mea...ti-am simtit placerea de a sta in bratele mele,erai venerata...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Ai fost a mea si am simtit candoarea trupului tau peste trupul meu,am simtit cat de bine mi-a fost in bratele tale,si ai simtit ca in bratele mele dintr-o venerabila inconstienta de care ai dat dovada te-am transformat intr-o venerabila nimfa,intr-o adevarata diedra.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Erai doar a mea,insa pentru putin....<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Intamplarea a facut sa nu fiu langa tine...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Intamplarea a facut sa uiti cum buzele mele ramaneau lipite de gatul tau seara de seara...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Intamplarea a facut sa cazi prada unei anevoioase prostii ce ai infatisat-o si inainte...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Te-ai lasat atinsa,parfumul meu nu mai ramasese pe pielea ta ,fusese inlocuit de un altul<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Singura te-ai smuls din bratele mele<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Dispret total fata de tine<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Te-am tinut in brate si ai uitat<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Te-am avut si ai uitat<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Facusem nunta in capitolul trecut si ai uitat<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Fusesei a mea si te-am pierdut<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Proasta pamantului...m-ai pierdut...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Ai facut rau la 2 persoane<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>si unui intreg univers<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Universul nostru iubito....<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-60444529525782026992010-09-28T12:23:00.004+03:002010-09-28T12:29:42.879+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiebHKxXvF_pZb-DykJy_S0Wsud_9ncKYuqCdrWxClhGmybPICr7y29CftEHz0zIJa3Lk0seT2TlhmTyruYyPFTfJiCZiU-Hf0Uu2K7JHhErLtcEBIuwGH7Fm-G9AoUNVv1PV-_M_BqGJ35/s1600/verighete-ingineresti.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiebHKxXvF_pZb-DykJy_S0Wsud_9ncKYuqCdrWxClhGmybPICr7y29CftEHz0zIJa3Lk0seT2TlhmTyruYyPFTfJiCZiU-Hf0Uu2K7JHhErLtcEBIuwGH7Fm-G9AoUNVv1PV-_M_BqGJ35/s320/verighete-ingineresti.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521892920270258194" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">4</span></i></b>.</span><span lang="IT"><b>NUNTA</b><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Si s-au luat <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Nu erau inele,nuni,martori,petrecere ca-n poveste...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Erau decat doua suflete,in intuneric<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Insa el intrebase si ea jurase ceva<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Si promisese,dar mai tarziu mi-am dat seama ca nu intelesese,insa asta e alta poveste(va urma...)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language:FR">Eu,te iau pe tine din clipa de fata...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">La care ea se inrosi,tacu,...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Exact ca intr-o ceremonie nu?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">V-am spus eu...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Viata colorata,inima care sa infloreasca pe zi ce trece ?credeti voi...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language:FR">Creierul meu prinsese muste la gandul ca inaintea mea nu putini au fost cei care au gustat si s-au infruptat din tine,nu putini au fost cei care te-au tinut in brate ;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Inima mi-am scos-o din piept,am uitat ce-am fost,ce aveam,ce-mi dorisem eu(cel putin nu una ca tine)…inima mi-o zdrobisem si o asezasem la picioarele tale…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Vroiam o inima noua si ea te alesese pe tine<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Si tu?ce-ai facut?ce-ai gandit?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Sunt intrebari peste intrebari la care nici pana acum nu am gasit raspuns,nici macar tu nu esti in stare sa raspunzi<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Mainile mele adorau pielea ta<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Erai dulce-pareai o persoana dispusa la cerintele mele,insa tot mainile mele urau sa-ti atinga trupul pangarit,urau sa-ti mangaie fata pentru ca te vedeam si te stiam,urau sa te atinga chiar daca trupu-ti tremura la fiecare atingere....<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Incepusei sa-ti auzi si tu pentru prima data inima cum bate...alaturi de mine<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Cu toate astea inima-mi nu gandea...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Inima nebuna...te vroia...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Cum puteam sa-ti sarut obrajii cand stiam ca se mai inrosisera si-n alte dati,si nu o data,si nu de doua ori,nu,nu,as fi vrut eu...imi venea sa tii musc sa te doara si pe tine cum ma durea si pe mine de fiecare data cand ii atingeam...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Vroiam sa te transformi in sarpe,sa-ti arunci pielea de pe tine,si pe noua sa fie impregnat doar parfumul meu...dar nu se putea... </span><span lang="IT" style="font-family: Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-hansi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:IT;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings">L</span></span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Cu toate astea inima-mi tot nu gandea...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Ea doar traia si simtea...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Te-am vrut...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Vedeam in ceata,dar simteam pur,si n-ai stiut,n-ai simtit...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Erai obisnuita cu vorbe dulci,insa nu din suflet<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Scarba si placere-asta simteam in bratele tale<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Sa nu uiti...<o:p></o:p></span></p>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-45067706438736900532010-09-23T20:47:00.002+03:002010-09-28T12:22:55.682+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7yVvJi4vjR6d8pPm0o3zeCZc3Qh0NT2mkielzz2YSYbzZ4cnh4SLqA0j9spuLvNYCcHRPtPgkW-oBYVhA14Z5ibPKaSZda0L2LewfD3txwQk_8n58n-tUgwdrHnG6Ueh4gBi1ruYHdPxD/s1600/paper_heart__by_naduss.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7yVvJi4vjR6d8pPm0o3zeCZc3Qh0NT2mkielzz2YSYbzZ4cnh4SLqA0j9spuLvNYCcHRPtPgkW-oBYVhA14Z5ibPKaSZda0L2LewfD3txwQk_8n58n-tUgwdrHnG6Ueh4gBi1ruYHdPxD/s200/paper_heart__by_naduss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520167493007919522" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>3</b>.</span></span><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">CONSTIENTIZAREA<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">Hi-hi-hi...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">Ha-ha-ha...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">Te caracteriza...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">Pe tine te caracteriza-ea inca exista...si tu existai...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Erai prezenta in spatiul pe care il consideram doar al meu<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Incepusei sa existi pentru<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>mine...da...da...te urmaream,te vedeam si binenteles te judecam-nefericit chip dulce purtai sub zambetul larg pe care il afisai cu toata lumea...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language:FR">Aveai nevoie de mine mai mult decat aveam eu de tine…si am zis <hai…fie...(mi-o si="" nu="" te="">…<o:p></o:p></hai…fie...(mi-o></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Si asa te-am lasat sa-ti bagi coada in viata mea(ca altcumva nu pot numi acest lung,anevoios,stresant si dureros proces)...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">amar inceput mi-ai facut cadou si cu amar gust am ramas dupa...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">yeach...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">scuip acum poate-mi trece...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-24753698683977495022010-09-21T10:35:00.002+03:002010-09-21T10:43:07.325+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-dfqD05EeOfaVFvnQPDGrWKcC6NtDte5b-iVI2ioddntDOEmkHYqFKVeo7eh4-ZfKG1JF7draSxE3j_W8Ut_5WxL9cT2ZLb-awuo_tTEfEGKh1iCFqL3NC5Ose2FAFSHQ1ymCKSCWgv6D/s1600/bambi1-540x359.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-dfqD05EeOfaVFvnQPDGrWKcC6NtDte5b-iVI2ioddntDOEmkHYqFKVeo7eh4-ZfKG1JF7draSxE3j_W8Ut_5WxL9cT2ZLb-awuo_tTEfEGKh1iCFqL3NC5Ose2FAFSHQ1ymCKSCWgv6D/s200/bambi1-540x359.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519268337718583442" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>2.</b></span></span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">NEPUTINTA<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">Eu te-am urmarit...ascuns privit de ochii lumii ce-mi fugea la tine...si tie ti-era usor…te faceai ca pleci,ca nu stii,ca ma eviti,ca nu-ti pasa<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">ti-era frica sau rusine…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">ti-era teama sau neputinta era de vina...dadeai vina pe ea,pe cealalta(in momentu ala nu mai exista)...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">erai pretutindeni...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">ba aici-ba dincolo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">ba in gandul meu-ba in gandul altuia pe care il lasasei doar cu intrebari<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">ba in ochii mei-si te vedeam ca pe o dornica incoruptibila de a-si satisface placerile cu ajutorul unora...(care imi erau prieteni,amici sau doar cunoscuti)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language:IT">culmea e ca eu stiam de tine inainte sa te cunosc atat de bine(te stiam-erai o faimoasa : ‘cine? </span><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">EA?o stiu...’ )insa nu te-am stiut asa de bine cum te stiu acum<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">sincer...crede-ma ca daca ar fi un lucru pe care mi l-as dori sa-l fi stiut era acela sa te fi stiut pe tine cu mult timp in urma-as fi facut 2 persoane fericite fara sa ma chinui prea mult<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">-te’as fi facut pe tine si asa as fi fost si eu-<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">m-as fi putut declara pe deplin fericit...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">si acum sunt fericit...o fericire care ma ajuta doar sa respir,sa pot spune ca traiesc,o fericire innecata,o fericire care tanjeste dupa fericirea din basme...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES">sunt fericit-dar fara sa fii si tu...si asta inseamna doua persoane nefericite</span><span lang="IT" style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:IT;mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings">L</span></span><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES" style="mso-ansi-language:ES"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-54477715671721205032010-09-20T17:56:00.004+03:002010-09-20T19:58:38.084+03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRn-D5-gxkUI63seaUpVivQ8MDnHIzLmUNfd2lbk5TghHX40pOKj1mcY4GvCO_xKgXREb7N2n-PdAtdp3ao2wj23SRLWPIgVemk61H40C6KjEjkD4ud1rgS51BLgjIby0KRRlhlyYBgUcS/s1600/images+(3).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519041017344413282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRn-D5-gxkUI63seaUpVivQ8MDnHIzLmUNfd2lbk5TghHX40pOKj1mcY4GvCO_xKgXREb7N2n-PdAtdp3ao2wj23SRLWPIgVemk61H40C6KjEjkD4ud1rgS51BLgjIby0KRRlhlyYBgUcS/s320/images+(3).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT"><span style="font-size:180%;">1.</span>SECUNDA<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT"><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT">Acum stiu ca o secunda intr-adevar iti poate schimba viata...</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT"></span>Am o viata linistita si o persoana langa mine care ma iubeste, in care am incredere,la care am invatat sa tin...</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT">Nimic nou...diferit....nimic...<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT">Dar nimic special...nimic la care sa-mi ramana privirea timp de 10 secunde si sa stiu ca EA e...<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT">Dar a trebuit sa apari TU si sa strici linistea cu care ma obisnuisem,sa spargi tacerea care duhnea de la o posta,sa-mi strici ordinea gandirii si sa ma obisnuiesti cu prezenta ta inutila si deloc folositoare...scarboasa la inceput...cuvant definitoriu al spatiului in care aerul salajluia in preajma ta...<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT">Cum de ai tacut si ai tinut in tine?...oricum,in 10 secunde, ne-am dat seama cu certitudine ca va incepe ce a urmat...<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT">Secunda mea ai fost TU...<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT"><o:p></o:p></span></p>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-45174231409015524502010-09-20T17:37:00.004+03:002010-09-20T17:53:48.508+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHth-7SX0qMbIblkaPHUJR2cC7nl05bhY9ct8oquGOmT9boPCWzYEfyLc80RzwOF7a2IZGhkJsUpYAT1xEdt5s_flOMbR30ogts5ZCf1Sg0aSNfF2WMPMGXtQ6mokMIJLLvRFlkIRPYpa/s400/images.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 159px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519007053635664770" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Scriu sa pot fi AUZITA</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Scriu sa pot fi INTELEASA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Iar acum...tocmai acum....scriu pentru ca POT</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Pentru cei ce nu inteleg</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Pentru cei ce n-au inteles</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Pentru mine</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; ">Te-am iubit cum nu voi mai iubi vreodata</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Te-am iubit sincer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Iar alinarea,intotdeauna,gandindu-ma la tine o gasesc</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i>Pentru TINE mai exact</i></b></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-n_BKBOw5Wo-hhWv5Tn23gZ27QVuAbjVFnJruCW69C58QvJFcVnXAf8AdEnINZIahh6Tw-_EnFpx0kCuTOn-tN64npxi5HbjKRWk3peePt9RUOQjFftMuzapKnN-4xU1bO6rEhzHZuccQ/s400/images+(2).jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 143px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519007369597466370" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i><span lang="IT" style="font-family: Georgia; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">de azi incep un nou ciclu de postari </span></span><span lang="IT" style="font-family: Georgia; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">numit: DUPA FAPTA- </span></span><span lang="IT" style="font-family: Georgia; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">DATORII...</span></span><span lang="IT" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language: IT;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /> am datoria sa-l incep pentru ca m-ai rugat... (24.06.2009)</span></span></i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i><span lang="IT" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language: IT;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i><span lang="IT" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language: IT;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i><span lang="IT" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language: IT;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i><span lang="IT" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language: IT;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i><span lang="IT" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language: IT;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span> </span></i></b></span></div>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-67766278124716044252010-09-13T11:55:00.005+03:002010-09-18T14:17:53.596+03:00<span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>de n-ai fi o intruchipare....te vreau...</b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>te vreau pe tine...</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>baiatul care imi sopteste in fiecare seara la ureche nb fara sa se simta obligat</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>baiatul care dimineata nu poate sa se ridice din pat fara sa zica un simplu ,dar din suflet "te iubesc"</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>baiatul care imi intelege privirea de fiecare data cand gura mea "maraie" ca a unui betiv si si-ar dori sa "scuipe" flacari peste tot</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span>baiatul care desi vb mult ma asculta "atent" ...</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>baiatul...</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(to be continued...)</i></span></div>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-51246478335721134882010-05-12T22:07:00.003+03:002010-05-12T22:25:04.077+03:00RASPUNS...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7HvSfakvRmzMxvUfYJ4CgYs8i2giMU5Ob968IH61FcCXtZgkodxE5cEHjQoGhli-kQM7cqutV3NRtwm4y5PXmJwAXORl_ZTFmyLjKOP0sH_uu_fd7IVJW7cIPCdGj0_Q-YeSJD72BpV7/s1600/depresiemare.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7HvSfakvRmzMxvUfYJ4CgYs8i2giMU5Ob968IH61FcCXtZgkodxE5cEHjQoGhli-kQM7cqutV3NRtwm4y5PXmJwAXORl_ZTFmyLjKOP0sH_uu_fd7IVJW7cIPCdGj0_Q-YeSJD72BpV7/s400/depresiemare.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470466652831109762" /></a><br />Intr-o incercare disperata de bine te-am gasit pe tine.<div>Am crezut ca binele meu e strict legat de tine.</div><div>M-am impachetat sublim ca pentru un cadou de "La multi ani!" si m-am oferit tie.</div><div>Am vrut un basm cu printi si printese</div><div>Am vrut un vis cu Fat-Frumos si Cosanzeana...</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>....si te-am gasit pe tine</div><div>Tot ce mi-a mai ramas a fost o simpla imbratisare adunata cu o lacrima....</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>si te-am lasat sa pleci...</div><div>Azi...</div><div>Totul/toate sunt amintirile unei epoci de mult apuse</div><div>Azi...</div><div>Rad sa pot fi auzita,insa zambetul meu e unul trist<br />Azi...</div><div>Pot spune ca nu imi pare rau</div><div>Azi...</div><div>Adorm cu gandul in cu totul alta parte</div><div>Azi...</div><div>Afirm cu voce tare ca te-am avut nu pentru o viata ci pentru un timp...</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Ca am fost printesa...</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Iar tu o "zdreanta"</div><div>Iar maine...</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Tu aceeasi "zdreanta"</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Iar eu-printesa -pentru o viata</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Semnat: eu@inima.ta</div><div><br /></div>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-37871151601428199062010-04-10T11:30:00.006+03:002010-04-10T11:37:44.662+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBTc9utj52UvswY5o0h_vZJZjMhF4r3pAyzNqJoEvPHwsdMXSVRvNEk0HjM4RxzO-Xl22g5aGuAUD8nEMesGOlA5uFGMuLy7pjrGSg_lJn6jnwV3mYE6WENWMI7dbmtmIWc34uQ3mwIEZ/s1600/52c4b9d8cf4f9943a866574wu0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBTc9utj52UvswY5o0h_vZJZjMhF4r3pAyzNqJoEvPHwsdMXSVRvNEk0HjM4RxzO-Xl22g5aGuAUD8nEMesGOlA5uFGMuLy7pjrGSg_lJn6jnwV3mYE6WENWMI7dbmtmIWc34uQ3mwIEZ/s400/52c4b9d8cf4f9943a866574wu0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458425104738537778" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">DANS IN LEAGAN CU MINE</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">M-ai atarnat de firul tau de ata </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">Si m-ai batut ca pe-o minge</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">Te-ai jucat si-ai aruncat la cos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">Vorbele s-au tocit de-atata frecala de mine si s-au sters</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">Samanta cazuta pe stanca golasa si stearpa a dezinteresului s-a logodit</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">cu piatra si a plecat mai departe,departe... </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">Am ramas la acelasi dans in leagan cu mine</span></div></div>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-43154066784022657522010-04-02T16:08:00.002+03:002010-04-02T16:13:24.282+03:00am o stare de bine...cred...afara e asa frumos,iar ziua se scurge repede...<div>nu am stare deloc...iar seara pic franta...<div>nu am timp de nimic...</div><div>decat de mine...</div><div>nu am timp sa ma gandesc la nimic...</div><div>cateodata e mai bine...<br /><div>pana la urma doar EU contez...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>ps: un Paste Fericit alaturi de familie si de cei dragi!</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Lumina in suflete si ganduri...</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>iar inima sa vi se umple de bucurii...</div></div></div>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-26830097193445113902010-03-21T11:16:00.002+02:002010-03-21T11:27:01.764+02:00hei...m-am hotarat sa va dezvalui cate ceva din carnetelul meu (care acum e cam subred) :<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b>VIS</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b>Dor nebun dupa noi...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b>Iubirea nu-i un mandat de scurta durata...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b>Incearca sa prinzi un peste dintr-un rau in amonte</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b>Sa-ti inghete mana si-apoi tot corpul</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b>Sa ti se ofileasca mintea asteptand si sufletul sa ti se raceasca</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b>Sa-ti zboare fluturii in fata ochilor,sa stau langa tine si sa nu ma vezi...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b>Iubito...lasa-ti mana intr-a mea</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b>Si lasa-ti trupul sa vibreze la vocea mea</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b>Lasa-ti parul sa-mi mangaie fata si palma ta obrazul</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b>Lasa-ti sanul sa-mi atinga sufletul</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b>Si coapsa ta sa ma iubeasca...</b></span></div>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-57620178056406784552010-03-16T21:24:00.001+02:002010-03-16T21:27:57.594+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;">. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;">.</span></span></b></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">O</span></span></b></div>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-11778127311884668222010-03-11T17:36:00.002+02:002010-03-11T17:41:31.435+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1C58nz-TBLonyrCQwodVApPp0c99HLY-cBpL26jC2Cdwg6hGJ8UhutcIJjm1T5zY5j9Vfsag5jVCV0fyvC1hX2ywiZkj6Oda9xzFyA6d7kiMtWRt4aesWn3p8ESsinZSiEeL4LaHGcsAS/s1600-h/717_3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1C58nz-TBLonyrCQwodVApPp0c99HLY-cBpL26jC2Cdwg6hGJ8UhutcIJjm1T5zY5j9Vfsag5jVCV0fyvC1hX2ywiZkj6Oda9xzFyA6d7kiMtWRt4aesWn3p8ESsinZSiEeL4LaHGcsAS/s400/717_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447401813944144082" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Hey..</span>.<div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Zapada inca sta pe scarile din dos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">nu ai mai trecut</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Hey...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Nici glasu-ti nu-ti mai e melodios</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">cum de ai tacut?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br />Hey...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cu totii avem un termen de expirare...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">LONGEVITATE...</span></div></div>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-40388939296372091162010-03-11T16:57:00.003+02:002010-03-11T17:15:38.686+02:00realitati...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3tpXNKWqm-_iVSwgq182F74moFghoD69Qa3BAmbw6nkhpbZJuDtOy8qb99PC88VAWgDFGxMJzVpFKwd6r_QPNF_xzZ_7mN-AfyT7w9T__okhrLqezqw2FfFVxq7q-dVImPt80yEJinnf6/s1600-h/purple-girl.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3tpXNKWqm-_iVSwgq182F74moFghoD69Qa3BAmbw6nkhpbZJuDtOy8qb99PC88VAWgDFGxMJzVpFKwd6r_QPNF_xzZ_7mN-AfyT7w9T__okhrLqezqw2FfFVxq7q-dVImPt80yEJinnf6/s400/purple-girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447395126133867506" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Se plange cineva de bine?<div>A fost greu pana m-am obisnuit intr-un anume fel,insa nu greu pana m-am dezobisnuit.</div><div>Obisnuiam sa ridic in slavi pentru lucruri marunte</div><div>Obisnuiam sa visez dublu/triplu fata de cat imi era permis.Insa greseam...si da...am parte de lucruri ce-mi dau voie sa spun ca sunt speciala</div><div>Si da...acum nu ridic in slavi ci sunt ridicata...</div></div>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-37928650025517076272010-02-27T13:12:00.003+02:002010-02-27T13:16:18.068+02:00confesiune<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_CThPTSdot543QibSmNywS0L1Z8OWLP4V_Ixpia-h8sduGMss2wZOjpii1RHsSgIgSkude9h1lHfWEPuQwwsLppeSqclCTREOE6AE_18rCND1fJ9rDznuO6UwlRxa93-ulObr4qpkxUl/s1600-h/273960224.img.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_CThPTSdot543QibSmNywS0L1Z8OWLP4V_Ixpia-h8sduGMss2wZOjpii1RHsSgIgSkude9h1lHfWEPuQwwsLppeSqclCTREOE6AE_18rCND1fJ9rDznuO6UwlRxa93-ulObr4qpkxUl/s400/273960224.img.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442879715189585506" /></a><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">si da...</span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">mi-e frica...</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">postarea asta e pentru tn;)<br />mi-e frica in primul rand de mine...</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">azi...pana si zambetul meu e trist...</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">nu stie de unde sa inceapa...</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">nu mai are puterea sa dea si altora din puterea lui...abia licare...e o luminita stinsa...poate chiar de mult apusa...</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">azi...pana si ochii nu mai au forta sa se regaseasca in ai altora...nu pot sa mai ridic privirea...sa sper?e prea devreme....</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">azi...fiecare cuvant nu-si mai gaseste locul intr-o propozitie...sunt fara noima...inceputuri,dar nu si sfarsituri...farame de...</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">azi franturi de amintiri imi mai scapara prin minte...dar fara rost...</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">vreau un joc...</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">un joc in care sa nu-mi mai pictez fata...</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">nu-mi mai pictez nici un zambet...</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">maine...vreau un zambet adevarat...</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">va fi unul perfect...</span></b></div>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508010941329304832.post-47150418963816413552010-02-26T00:14:00.005+02:002010-02-26T00:29:04.922+02:00ganduri in miez de noapte...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTw8WfHWF20eKI-jJcfoSaDHfDIf50ATtipYJFpQIpZ5VLExB9Pt16p6En6OwK3PLm41m4KPes6vzpdhPMskaWP0UgO09oFXSDdi958bXFsrcaHnn57vhz2-2b_zG0s0pJXonMIBlp91o/s1600-h/kajgsd.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTw8WfHWF20eKI-jJcfoSaDHfDIf50ATtipYJFpQIpZ5VLExB9Pt16p6En6OwK3PLm41m4KPes6vzpdhPMskaWP0UgO09oFXSDdi958bXFsrcaHnn57vhz2-2b_zG0s0pJXonMIBlp91o/s400/kajgsd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442310821802288162" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>atunci cand nu se mai intampla nimic in sufletul meu,cand sunt pe o linie constanta,acolo unde e punct si nu e virgula,acolo unde nu mai exista sentiment decat pentru propria-mi persoana singurul gand ce-mi trece prin minte in momentul de fata e de fapt o intrebare si o numesc "intrebarea din miez de noapte": eu ce fac?pentru ce traiesc?de ce exist?<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>stiu insa ca raspunsurile pe care le voi afla sunt raspunsuri pe care tot eu le dau...</div><div>raspunsuri care imi vor defini personalitatea,raspunsuri care ma vor defini,raspunsuri care imi vor satisface negura existentei in care sunt... </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> (asta sunt eu...in caz ca va intrebati...am si eu nedumeririle si incertitudinile mele...nu sunt asa tare precum par)</span></div>pumn de amintirihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06330431754060501796noreply@blogger.com2