<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998</id><updated>2011-10-01T20:26:18.071+03:00</updated><category term='iubire'/><category term='lacrimi'/><category term='moarte'/><category term='destin'/><category term='poveste'/><category term='mess'/><category term='divort'/><category term='ganduri'/><category term='sibiu'/><category term='tristete'/><category term='oras de vis'/><category term='despartire'/><category term='zambet'/><category term='suferinta'/><category term='citate'/><category term='dragoste'/><category term='frica'/><category term='blog'/><category term='viata'/><category term='dorinte'/><title type='text'>Bed Of Roses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-4784797543804754350</id><published>2011-04-08T23:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:25:20.869+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In love of two blue eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Au trecut aproximativ cinci luni de când împărţim o inimă.
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Mulţumesc, mulţumesc că mă iubeşti fără întrebări, fără răutate, fără frica zilei de mâine.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Mulţumesc că eşti alături de mine la bine şi la rău, mulţumesc că mă susţii în proiectele mele.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Mulţumesc că mă accepţi copil şi adult în acelaşi timp, fără să mă judeci.&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doi ochi albaştri mă veghează mereu, chiar dacă sunt lângă mine sau nu. Am crescut lângă tine, chiar dacă e vorba doar de o scurtă perioadă de timp. Mă simt în siguranţă cu tine.  Am învăţat să mă gândesc la consecinţe înainte să fac un lucru, care în viitor să-l regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulţumesc my blue eyes ! I love you, my baby !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;"Neaţa şi ţie ... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... A trecut o săptămână fără să-mi dai un semn de viaţă. Am crezut că a fost doar o aventură.Am început să mă obişnuiesc cu gândul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ce program ai azi? Ai chef de o şedinţă foto?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Şedinţă foto? Cu ce ocaziune?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pur şi simplu ... am chef să te văd şi aveam nevoie de o scuză ... " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok. Vin mai pe seară pe la tine ... Acuma am nişte treabă."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Închid şi mă gândesc la ceea ce am zis. Aveam o presimţire ... bună sau rea ... nu pot să-mi dau seama ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se face seară. Stau în faţa dulapului de aproximativ 1 oră. Nu ştiu cu ce să mă îmbrac. "Şedinţă foto ... ", îmi zic în gând şi mă pufneşte râsul ... de parcă nu ar şti că urăsc aparatul foto ... Până la urmă o bluziţă, nişte pantaloni scurţi şi sandalele. Îmi iau geanta şi ies pe uşă. Nici nu le-am zis alor mei la cât ajung ... am zis doar să nu mă aştepte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ajung în faţa uşii tale. Sun ... aud zgomot dinăuntru, trec câteva secunde şi deschizi uşa. Ne uităm unul la altul şi nu zicem nimic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Intră..." , sparge la un moment dat liniştea aşternută. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uşa de la dormitor este închisă. Curios, nu îţi stă în fire ... Intru în bucătarie şi îmi iau un pahar cu apă.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Deci, ne apucăm de treabă?", îi zic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Îmi face semn spre dormitor ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ladies first ... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studioul este pregătit. Luminile sunt aprinse. Aparatul este instalat. Studioul îşi aştepta modelul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Îmi arunc privirea pe pat. Un pachet cu o fundă roşie ... Curiozitatea e mare şi întreb ce este.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pentru tine ... costumaţia" ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;va urma ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

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Octombrie ... facultate ... necunoscut ... 2 ochi albastri ...
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Au trecut doar 2 luni de zile si simt ca au trecut ani de zile. Am invatat din nou sa iubesc alaturi de cei 2 ochi albastri care ma vegheaza cand dorm in bratele lui, care ma sorb picatura cu picatura, care mereu ma doresc ...&lt;/div&gt;
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Mai e un pic si ne vom revedea ...&lt;/div&gt;
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Te iubesc !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-5777558624244242894?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/5777558624244242894/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=5777558624244242894' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/5777558624244242894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/5777558624244242894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2010/12/un-nou-inceput.html' title='Un nou inceput'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-5002482773330921004</id><published>2010-11-25T21:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T21:55:10.963+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un nou capitol</title><content type='html'>Facultate ... iubire ... nervi ... oboseala ... plictiseala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-5002482773330921004?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/5002482773330921004/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=5002482773330921004' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/5002482773330921004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/5002482773330921004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2010/11/un-nou-capitol.html' title='Un nou capitol'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-9128285609592524024</id><published>2010-07-25T14:52:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:02:47.878+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jocul cu focul</title><content type='html'>Suna telefonul ... Esti tu , imi spui ca ai intrat la master si eu iti spun ca am intrat la facultate. "Hai la o cafea la mine, eu iau frisca si ciocolata si tu faci cafeaua ... " "Ok...!"
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Ma imbrac intr-o rochita alba, dar fara nici o intentie ... 
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Ajung la tine, povestim si ma apuc de cafea. La un moment dat, vii in spatele meu si incepi sa-mi faci masaj. "Asa bine este ... sunt ca o pisica caruia ii place sa fie mangaiata" , ma gandesc eu . Termin cafeaua, o pun in cesti si o ornez ... 
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Urmeaza niste ore in care radem, povestim vrute si nevrute si in care ma gadili. Iti place atat de mult sa ma gadili, sa ma tachinezi.
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La un moment dat ma tragi de mana si ma pun langa tine in pat. Ma iei in brate ... lumina este stinsa, doar lumina de la monitor e. Ma mangai pe mana, apoi incepi sa ma saruti pe umar, pe gat, pe la ureche, pe fata. Involuntar intorc capul si buzele noastre se intalnesc. Incepi sa ma mangai peste tot ... nu ratezi nici un loc. Si la un moment dat , te opresti si iti ceri scuze . "Nu ai de ce sa iti ceri scuze. Imi place, imi place sa ma joc cu focul." si te sarut pana sa mai apuci sa spui ceva.
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Trebuie sa plec...aprinzi lumina si instinctiv imi duc mainile la ochi ... E prea puternica. Imi iei mainile si imi acoperi ochii cu mainile tale si ma saruti, apoi ma iei in brate. 
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Aceste intrebari si multe altele imi circula prin minte de cateva zile incoace...Mai degraba de cand m-a intrebat El daca sunt dispusa la o vacanta in 3... 
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O vacanta romantica transformata peste noapte intr-o vacanta de familie...
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Sunt dispusa sa fac acest compromis? Sunt dispusa sa accept faptul ca viata mea s-a schimbat din momentul in care am zis DA? Sunt dispusa sa devin mama mai devreme de termen?
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Sincer, pana in momentul de fata nu am reusit sa gasesc nici un raspuns, ci doar o alta multime de intrebari care s-au alaturat intrebarilor anterioare.
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Il iubesc...dar nu stiu daca inca il mai pot iubi...Incep sa cred ca nu este persoana potrivita pentru mine. Este mult prea perfecta pentru mine, este ceea ce am vrut...dar poate nu e prea devreme? 
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Totusi sunt in floarea varstei...vreau sa ma distrez...vreau sa simt ca traiesc.
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Cu el ma simt in siguranta, este acea siguranta care iti confera incredere, dar care totodata iti confera si sentimentul de responsabilitate.
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Imi vin in minte cuvintele lui : "Sunt singur...simt lipsa unui copil in casa mea." ... Tind sa cred ca am gresit in decizia mea de a ma maturiza inainte de timp. Poate am reusit sa ratez niste clipe minunate din viata mea de tanara adolescenta, clipe care nu le-am putut trai tocmai din cauza dorintei mele de maturizare.
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Este deja mult prea tarziu?  Este deja dificil drumul de intoarcere? Exista un drum de intoarcere? 
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Raspunsul mi-l dau singura. Categoric ca nu exista. Este o calatorie cu bilet doar dus. Este greu ... 
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Discutie serioasa .... 2 cuvinte care ma sperie ... Am vazut ca nu stiu inca sa fac diferenta sau mai bine zis unde sa pun granita intre cuvintele care dor si cuvintele care fac adevarul mult mai usor de suportat.
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Inca mai am de invatat ... dar nu vreau ... M-am saturat !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-8694748372543905428?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/8694748372543905428/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=8694748372543905428' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/8694748372543905428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/8694748372543905428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2010/07/compromisuri.html' title='Compromisuri'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-3460778004977968308</id><published>2010-07-16T10:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T10:18:12.549+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un mic ocol</title><content type='html'>A.M.R. 7 zile ...
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Deocamdata sunt intre 4 pereti, 2 paturi intr-un cuvant in salon de spital. Am facut o criza de apendice, dar acuma sunt bine. Mai greu cu mana dreapta, cam doare ... am o branula si pisca de numa ...  
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Abia astept sa plec la mare. Am primit consintamantul medicului, care btw e un dulce si jumatate. are niste ochi albastri...yummy...
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toata lumea este ok aici, dar oricum abia astept sa ajung acasa, nicaieri nu e mai bine decat acasa. 
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oricum azi o sa vina ai mei pe aici...iubi si poate daca se tine de cuvant si X meu ... oricum a zis ca ma anunta....sper sa se tina de cuvant. chiar imi este dor de el...

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si totusi A.M.R. 7 zile ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-3460778004977968308?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/3460778004977968308/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=3460778004977968308' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/3460778004977968308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/3460778004977968308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2010/07/un-mic-ocol.html' title='Un mic ocol'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-7505542816495922914</id><published>2010-07-06T22:28:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:41:11.480+03:00</updated><title type='text'>16 zile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/TDOEHEZiybI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SPfNkMWqr7U/s1600/picioare-nisip-shutterstock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/TDOEHEZiybI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SPfNkMWqr7U/s200/picioare-nisip-shutterstock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490877627669596594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A.M.R. 16 zile ...
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Mai este un pic si plecam ... Deja visez la nisipul fierbinte, la mare, la briza, la un apus perfect alaturi de tine ...
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Si totusi, mi-e frica. Mi-e frica sa nu incepi, dupa aceasta vacanta, sa ma vezi ca si persoana alaturi de care vrei sa-ti refaci viata. Nu sunt pregatita sa ma leg de cineva pentru totdeauna.
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Dar, pot sa zic ca m-ai schimbat ... Sunt cuminte, rezist tentatiei, ma gandesc la tine mai intai si dupa la mine ... ma gandesc ca ti-as putea face rau prin actiunile mele.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Toata lumea ne vede ca si o familie in devenire ... interesanta impresie am lasat. Poate ca am inceput sa ne cunoastem reciproc nevoile, sa ne completam unul pe altul, sa ne ajutam unul pe altul ... ca si sot si sotie?
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Oricum de la tine ma astept de la orice ... ce sti ... poate ne vom intoarce din vacanta cu ceva in plus ... pe degetul meu ...
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Dar nu ... nu o sa accept ... sunt prea tanara pentru acest angajament. Mai este timp ... desi nu stie nimeni daca maine vom mai trai ... Totul este relativ ...
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Ieri au fost 2 luni ... 2 luni in care am invins prejudecati de tot felul ... Si totusi am inceput sa ma intreb daca merita ... Atatea secrete ... atatea lucruri care nu mi le zice , doar ca sa ma protejeze ? De ce ?
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Stiu ca ma considera considera inca o copila ... pentru el poate sunt, dar consider ca sunt destul de matura sa-l inteleg sau poate sa incerc sa-i fiu alaturi. De fiecare ma lovesc de un zid si doare foarte tare. Incerc sa inteleg ca ii este greu sa-si deschida sufletul in fata mea , dar totusi sunt iubita lui ... la bine si la rau ... asa se zice!
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Ieri ne-am certat ... conflict de caractere ... Poate a fost vina mea ;  nervii mei sunt intinsi la maxim. In zilele care urmeaza, lucrurile vor reveni la normal ... asa sper.
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Azi trebuia sa ne vedem. Am primit mesaj ca nu poate ... nu se simte bine . Am inceput sa-l simt distant fata de mine. Oare isi face facuta prezenta diferenta de varsta? Vreau sa vina o data concediul...Poate atunci relatia noastra se va schimba in bine ,desi tind sa cred ca va fi doar o iluzie , o minune care in cazul meu va dura 9 zile , nu 3 zile, ca in povestile cu zane si printi.
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Mi-e dor de el, dar in acelasi timp , sunt tentata de lucrurile din jurul meu. Baieti de varsta mea sau apropiata, activitati specifice varstei mele ... Nu stiu ... Maine va vorbi cu mine, desi nu cred ca va zice totul si va incerca sa se eschiveze fata de mine. Doare ... dar am intrat in hora si va trebui sa joc in continuare ... Inca nu sunt pregatita sa zic : Adio ! Totusi, sunt dispusa sa dau a doua sansa, a treia ... nu stiu de ce ... O intrebare fara raspuns ... De Ce? 

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19 ... 35 ... 11 ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-3798675280342206741?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/3798675280342206741/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=3798675280342206741' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/3798675280342206741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/3798675280342206741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2010/07/drinking-coffee-thinking.html' title='Drinking coffee &amp; thinking'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-3957783640803579051</id><published>2010-06-15T22:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:01:33.105+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prejudecati?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Prejudecati? Zi de zi ne lovim de ele ... Eu am inceput sa ma lovesc de ele din prima zi de cand am devenit a lui. Ce fel de prejudecata ? Prejudecata referitoare la varsta. Este o diferenta destul de mare intre noi (daca se chinuia, putea sa-mi fie tata).
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De ce am ales sa fiu cu el ? Poate pentru ca deja este trecut prin viata si in momentul de fata am nevoie de un om matur care sa stie ce vrea de la viata , dar care sa reuseasca sa faca ordine si in viata mea. Inainte sa-l cunosc viata mea era un haos total. Acum , pot spune ca stiu ce vreau de la viata si stiu cum vreau sa-mi traiesc viata de acum in colo.
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Nu stiu daca citesti aceste randuri, dar pot sa zic ca m-am schimbat.Nu mai sunt acelasi femeie care nu stia ce vrea de viata, de la iubire, de la orice. Acum stiu ce vreau. Stiu ce vreau sa fie in viitorul meu.
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In timpul de cand suntem impreuna , am intalnit o sumedenie de prejudecati, dar contrar asteptarilor mele si multe urari de bine si viata lunga. Lumea este impartita in milioane de parti si pareri diferite si mereu o sa fie cineva care sa fie impotriva ta.E greu ... cateodata ... sa ma adaptez situatilor sau prietenilor tai, dar deocamdata nu am clacat si pot spune ca m-am comportat destul de natural, dupa parerea mea.
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Oricum iti MULTUMESC ! ca esti aici si ca ma iubesti ... desi inca nu am incredere deplina in iubirea ta ... dar inca vreau sa cred ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-3957783640803579051?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/3957783640803579051/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=3957783640803579051' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/3957783640803579051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/3957783640803579051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2010/06/prejudecati.html' title='Prejudecati?'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-8986736905535537005</id><published>2010-02-09T22:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:42:27.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Povestea mea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HHBq7VsQI/AAAAAAAAADI/S_gDTQFGaHQ/s1600-h/be9907bf_0050000613826_04_6001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HHBq7VsQI/AAAAAAAAADI/S_gDTQFGaHQ/s200/be9907bf_0050000613826_04_6001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436345056729870594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Dimineata aceasta am lenevit in pat ... in pijamalele mele pufoase , alaturi de un bol de cereale. Ma uit in dreapta mea, patul este gol ... Pentru prima oara , pot sa ma intind in pat cat vreau, fara sa te dau mai incolo, ca ocupi trei sferturi din pat. Pentru prima oara pot sa ma uit la ce vreau la televizor, fara sa ne mai batem pe telecomanda.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Am terminat de papat ... ma ridic din pat , ma duc la baie ... creion negru, rimel, balsam de buze si parul prins in coada , o pereche de blugi,  puloverul meu preferat, cizme , palton si geanta. Sunt gata de plecare!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Dar lipseste ceva ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-8986736905535537005?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/8986736905535537005/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=8986736905535537005' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/8986736905535537005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/8986736905535537005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2010/02/povestea-mea.html' title='Povestea mea'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HHBq7VsQI/AAAAAAAAADI/S_gDTQFGaHQ/s72-c/be9907bf_0050000613826_04_6001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-2030283133558661032</id><published>2010-01-29T13:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:05:58.747+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce iubim femeile? de Mircea Cartarescu</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Iubim femeile pentru ca au sani rotunzi, cu sfarcuri care se ridica prin bluza cand le e frig, pentru ca au fundul mare si grasut, pentru ca au fete cu trasaturi dulci ca ale copiilor, pentru ca au buze pline, dinti decenti si limbi de care nu ti-e sila. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Pentru ca nu miros a transpiratie sau a tutun prost si nu asuda pe buza superioara. Pentru ca le zambesc tuturor copiilor
mici care trec pe langa ele. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Pentru ca merg pe strada drepte, cu capul sus, cu umerii trasi inapoi si nu raspund privirii tale cand le fixezi ca un maniac.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Pentru ca trec cu un curaj neasteptat peste toate servitutile anatomiei lor delicate. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Pentru ca in pat sunt indraznete si inventive nu din perversitate, ci ca sa-ti arate ca te iubesc. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Pentru ca fac toate treburile sacaitoare si marunte din casa fara sa se
laude cu asta si fara sa ceara recunostinta. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Pentru ca poarta tot soiul de zdranganele pe
care si le asorteaza la imbracaminte dupa reguli complicate si de neinteles. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Pentru ca iti deseneaza si-si picteaza fetele cu atentia concentrata a unui artist inspirat.
Pentru ca au obsesia pentru subtirimea lui Giacometti. Pentru ca se trag din fetite. Pentru ca-si ojeaza unghiile de la picioare. Pentru ca joaca sah, whist sau ping-pong fara sa le
intereseze cine castiga. Pentru ca sofeaza prudent in masini lustruite ca niste bomboane, asteptand sa le admiri cand sunt oprite la stop si treci pe zebra prin fata lor. Pentru ca au un fel de-a rezolva probleme care te scoate din minti. Pentru ca au un fel de-a
gandi care te scoate din minti. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Pentru ca-ti spun „te iubesc” exact atunci cand te iubesc mai putin, ca un fel de compensatie.
Pentru ca au din cand in cand mici suferinte: o durere reumatica, o constipatie, o batatura, si-atunci iti dai seama deodata ca femeile sunt oameni, oameni ca si
tine.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Pentru ca scriu fie extrem de delicat, colectionand mici observatii si schitand subtile
nuante psihologice, fie brutal si scatologic ca nu cumva sa fie suspectate de literatura feminina. Pentru ca sunt extraordinare cititoare, pentru care se scriu trei sferturi din poezia si proza lumii. Pentru ca le innebuneste „Angie” al Rolling-ilor. Pentru ca le
termina Cohen.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Pentru ca poarta un razboi total si inexplicabil contra gandacilor de bucatarie. Pentru ca pana si cea mai dura bussiness woman poarta chiloti cu
induiosatoare floricele si dantelute. Pentru ca e asa de ciudat sa-ntinzi la uscat, pe balcon, chilotii femeii tale, niste lucrusoare umede, negre, rosii si albe, parte satinate, parte aspre, mirandu-te ce mici suprafete au de acoperit. Pentru ca in nu fac dus niciodata inainte de-a face dragoste, dar numai in filme. Pentru ca niciodata n-ajungi cu ele la un acord in privinta frumusetii altei femei sau a altui barbat.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Pentru ca iau viata in serios, pentru ca par sa creada cu adevarat in realitate. Pentru ca le intereseaza cu adevarat cine cu cine s-a mai cuplat intre vedetele de televiziune. Pentru ca tin minte numele actritelor si actorilor din filme, chiar ale celor mai obscuri.
Pentru ca daca nu e supus nici unei hormonizari embrionul se dezvolta intotdeauna intr-o femeie. Pentru ca nu se gandesc cum sa i-o traga tipului dragut pe care-l vad in troleibuz. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Pentru ca beau porcarii ca Martini Orange, Gin Tonic sau Vanilla Coke. Pentru ca nu-si pun mana pe fund decat in reclame. Pentru ca nu le excita ideea de viol decat in mintea barbatilor. Pentru ca sunt blonde, brune, roscate, dulci, calde, dragalase, pentru ca au de fiecare data orgasm. Pentru ca daca n-au orgasm nu il mimeaza. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Pentru ca momentul cel mai frumos al zilei e cafeaua de dimineata, cand timp de o ora rontaiti biscuiti si puneti ziua la cale. Pentru ca sunt femei, pentru ca nu sunt barbati, nici altceva. Pentru ca din
ele-am iesit si-n ele ne-intoarcem, si mintea noastra se roteste ca o planeta greoaie, mereu si mereu, numai in jurul lor.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-2030283133558661032?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/2030283133558661032/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=2030283133558661032' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/2030283133558661032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/2030283133558661032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2010/01/de-ce-iubim-femeile-de-mircea.html' title='De ce iubim femeile? de Mircea Cartarescu'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-9126148474948442187</id><published>2010-01-26T21:06:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:49:09.221+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doare ... indiferenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJ7J_Ww4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ajOuelbmbNU/s1600-h/sad-angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJ7J_Ww4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ajOuelbmbNU/s200/sad-angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436348243344016258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In seara asta mi-am dat seama ca prea multa libertate inseamna indiferenta...indiferenta sub orice forma doare foarte tare.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Am renuntat la un vis, pentru a fugi in urmarirea altuia si le-am pierdut pe ambele. Am renuntat la tine ... am renuntat la iubirea ta ... am renuntat la amintiri. Am vrut sa te uit prin intermediul altuia , dar mi-am dat seama ca pur si simplu , inca nu este momentul sa te uit.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Iar tu, Blue Eyes ... m-ai dezamagit. Libertatea permisa, compromisurile facute au fost pentru mine o lectie. Pot sa fiu alta. Pot sa ma schimb , in functie de situatie. Am crezut ca te pot schimba ... dar nu ma pot lupta cu morile de vant. E imposibil. Sper sa te intorci la ea...EA, cu care m-ai atacat si m-ai ranit de atatea ori. Sa fiti fericiti ... si totusi cine va zice primul "Adio" ? EU ... continui jocul acesta mizerabil ... sau TU ... tai raul din radacina? Nu ai fost "The One"! Mi-am dat seama ca inca exista baieti care nu stiu sa aprecieze ce au langa ei ... Si TU mi-ai dovedit acest lucru.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
M-am lovit foarte tare de pragul de sus! Dar am reusit sa vad pragul de jos. Ce nu te omoara, te face mai puternic !
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Brown Eyes ... next time please wake me up!!! Thank you for letting me back in your heart!!! or maybe just a little bit ...






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De ce nu ne putem detaşa de trecut ?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

Îl iubesc sau pur şi simplu este obişnuinţa de care nu mă pot desparţi ? Aseară a fost o seară de vis. A fost de vis şi încă îi mai simt mirosul pe pielea mea, atingerea lui sau respiraţia lui sacadată şi plină de nerăbdare... Fiori de gheaţă îmi străpung spatele când închid ochii, pur şi simplu imagini de aseară mi se derulează...la fel ca un film . &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Îl vreau ... dar nu îl vreau ca şi iubit ... vreau să fie amant, vreau să muşc din puterea lui ca eu să fiu mai puternică, vreau sa deţin controlul, vreau pur şi simplu să am un umăr la care pot apela oricând şi nu, un iubit care să mă intrebe ce am făcut aseară sau de ce am ieşit şi care să urle la mine. Vreau o portiţă de scăpare din lumea asta rea şi murdară. Acea portiţă eşti tu ! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mă poţi accepta aşa cum sunt în momentul de faţă ? Vrei să fiu a ta şi tu al meu , fără să ne întrebăm cu cine am fost aseară ? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Eşti dispus ?
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Am incredere ... dar nu stiu cata incredere am in inima mea, daca va mai rezista inca unui soc...

Totusi imi este dor de el. Imi este dor de mirosul lui ... de buzele lui.

Noul aduce necunoscutul si acesta aduce mereu un zambet, indiferent de rezultat... Multumesc ! Vreau sa-i aud vocea...Sunt cu telefonul in mana...Am format deja numarul...Verde sau Rosu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-5651189611262749524?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/5651189611262749524/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=5651189611262749524' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/5651189611262749524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/5651189611262749524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2009/09/risca.html' title='Risca'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-2982011326910557986</id><published>2009-09-03T12:56:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:02:35.046+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/Sp-UJc8w_nI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-LjepXAZm6o/s1600-h/sketch__2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/Sp-UJc8w_nI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-LjepXAZm6o/s200/sketch__2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377179370214456946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Ti-am zis Adio! Nu te mai vreau in viata mea!

Aseara am vorbit despre noi. Ti-am zis ca mi-e dor de tine, de camera de camin, de sex, de tigarea de dupa ... si de faptul ca adormeam la tine in brate, in camasa ta, care mirosea a tine. Te-ai schimbat, ne-am schimbat si vreau sa fim aceiasi ca la inceput. Cei care cand se vedeau , ieseau scantei si mereu ne calmam in pat...

Azi ti-am dat mesaj "Vreau sa mai fiu a ta pentru ultima ora. Se poate?" "Vreau sa fi a mea" "Mi-e frica" "Mereu ti-a fost. Linisteste-te"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-2982011326910557986?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/2982011326910557986/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=2982011326910557986' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/2982011326910557986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/2982011326910557986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='...........'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/Sp-UJc8w_nI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-LjepXAZm6o/s72-c/sketch__2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-87203776532032792</id><published>2009-07-26T00:13:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:06:54.881+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>2 saptamani</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Au trecut 2 saptamani...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2 saptamani in care nu am stiut nimic despre tine. Adica, stiam ca esti plecat, dar nu stiam cand vii inapoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ora 11...Imi suna telefonul ... Nu am chef deloc sa raspund. Dorm prea bine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Intr-un final , ma uit la telefon, de curiozitate. Vad numarul tau . Inima incepe sa o ia razna ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Buna dimineata" ... A fost un salut plin de emotii ... Imi place sa-ti aud vocea ... sa te aud pe tine dupa atata timp ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Am stabilit sa te vedem zilele astea , sa povestim ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Toata ziua am fost numa un zambet ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Multumesc , X . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-87203776532032792?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/87203776532032792/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=87203776532032792' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/87203776532032792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/87203776532032792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-saptamani.html' title='2 saptamani'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-7089273838227322280</id><published>2009-02-06T00:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:45:31.112+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorinte'/><title type='text'>Promise Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To think only of the best, to work only for the best and except anly the best.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To forget the mistakes of the past and press on the greater achievements of the future.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticise others&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear and too happy to permit the presence of trouble&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-7089273838227322280?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/7089273838227322280/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=7089273838227322280' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/7089273838227322280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/7089273838227322280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2009/02/promise-yourself.html' title='Promise Yourself'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-4041331689110307351</id><published>2009-02-06T00:16:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:45:48.271+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citate'/><title type='text'>Gabriel Garcia Marquez</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"DACĂ DUMNEZEU MI-AR OFERI ÎNCĂ O BUCATĂ DE VIAŢĂ"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dacă, pentru o clipă, Dumnezeu ar uita că nu sunt decât o paiaţă de cârpă şi mi-ar oferi o bucată de viaţă, fără îindoială că n-aş spune tot ceea ce gândesc, dar m-aş gândi la tot ceea ce spun&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aş aprecia valaoarea lucrurilor, nu pentru ceea ce valorează, ci pentru ceea ce ele înseamnă cu adevărat.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aş dormi puţin, n-aş mai visa deloc, căci prin fiecare minut în care închidem ochii pierdem şaizeci de secunde de lumină.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aş merge când ceilalţi se opresc, m-aş trezi când ceilalţi dorm.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aş asculta când alţii vorbesc, şi aş savura o îngheţata bună de ciocolată.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"AŞ TRĂI INDRĂGOSTIT DE DRAGOSTE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dacă Dumnezeu mi-ar oferiîncă o bucăţică de viaţă, m-aş îmbrăca simplu, aş cădea în genunchi în faţa soarelui, lăsându-mi goale corpul şi sufletul.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dumnezeule, dacă aş avea o inimă, mi-aş scrie ura pe gheţă şi aş aştepta primele raze de soare.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aş stropi trandafirii cu lacrimile mele pentru a simţi durerea spinilor şi sărutul roşu al petalelor.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dumnezeule, dacă aş avea o bucată de viaţa...n-aş lăsa să treacă nici o singură zi fără să le spun celor pe care-i iubesc cât de mult îi iubesc.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aş convinge fiecare bărbat, fiecare femeie că ei sunt preferaţii mei şi aş trăi indrăgostit de dragoste.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aş demostra oamenilor cât se înşeală crezând că încetează să se indrăgostească îmbătrânind fără să ştie că încep să îmbătrânească atunci când înceteaza să se indrăgostească.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I-aş da aripi unui copil, dar l-aş lăasa să înveţe singur sa zboare.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"CÂND MĂ VOR PUNE ÎN CUTIE..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I-aş învăţa pe bătrâni că moartea nu vine o dataă cu bătrâneţea, ci cu uitarea. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Am învăţat atât de mult de la voi, oamenilor! Am învăţat că toată lumea vrea să trăiască pe clmi, fără să ştie că adevărata fericire constă în felul în care escaladezi muntele.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Am învăţat că un om n-are dreptul să-l privească pe altul de sus decât atunci când trebuie să se aplece pentru a-l ajuta să se ridice.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;E adevărat că multe am putut învăţa de la voi, dar nu vor folosi la mare lucru, deoarce, când mă vor pune în cutie,vai, voi fi mort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-4041331689110307351?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/4041331689110307351/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=4041331689110307351' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/4041331689110307351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/4041331689110307351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2009/02/gabriel-garcia-marquez.html' title='Gabriel Garcia Marquez'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-2536268623945964163</id><published>2009-02-05T16:23:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:09:15.462+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despartire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorinte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>Ploaie de vara...(part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Intru in apartament...imi arunc pantofii intr-un colt, cheile pe masa...paltonul in cuier. Ma indrept cu pasi inceti spre canapeaua, unde cad rapusa de oboseala.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vreau ceva dulce.Imi aduc aminte ca am ciocolata. Ma ridic repede si ma duc la bucatarie. Gasesc ciocolata, desfac si iau o bucata, dar parca nu e la fel de dulce ca si inainte.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ma intorc inapoi in sufragerie, pe canapea. Vad poza ta...Ma uit la ea...dar in minte imi vin imagini cu tine si cu ea. O iau si o arunc. Cum ai putut sa ma ranesti asa?&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;p&gt;Ma intind pe canapea si ma gandesc la diverse momente petrecute impreuna.Mi-e dor de tine, de zambetul tau, de parfumul tau. Cum poate sa-mi fie dor de el? El? Care mi-a facut atat de mult rau?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Aud soneria. Ma duc sa deschid...E prietena mea. "Am venit sa te scot in oras si nu accept nici un refuz". E destul de convingatoare, in plus aveam nevoie sa plec din apartament, sa ies sa iau o gura de aer.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Gasim o mica cafenea, destul de retrasa. Comandam . Imi aprind o tigare. Ma uit pierduta la fumul care se ridica. "Suferi?" o aud pe prietena mea zicand. "Sincer, nu stiu. Daca e suferinta sau pur si simplu dezamagire. Dar as prefera daca am gasi un alt subiect de discutie"... "Ok.Inteleg."&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Am inceput sa povestim despre lucruri nesemnificative, despre visele noastre din adolescenta pe care nu am reusit sa le realizam din diferite motive. Timpul a trecut atat de repede ...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ma indrept spre casa in racoarea noptii. Vantul imi mangaie parul si imi sopteste cantecele noptii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Intr-un final, ajung acasa. Ma dezbrac si intru la dus. Lacrimile incep sa curga pe obraz,dar sunt ascunse de picaturile de apa.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Inca te mai iubesc..." , imi zic insumi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-2536268623945964163?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/2536268623945964163/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=2536268623945964163' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/2536268623945964163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/2536268623945964163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-zi-fara-tine.html' title='Ploaie de vara...(part 2)'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-2974480576912301928</id><published>2009-02-04T23:03:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:13:45.606+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>I'm scared...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stau intinsa pe pat, cu privirea in tavan. Incerc sa ma gandesc la ceva, dar nu pot sa ma concentrez.Ganduri imi vin avalansa in minte. Si un singur gand se incapataneaza sa nu paraseasca mintea mea : TU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mi-e frica...Mi-e frica sa incep o noua viata...Sa te las in urma...Sa ma indragostesc din nou...Sa simt din nou acei fluturasi...Mi-e frica ca tu sa te indragostesti de mine...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Te rog nu te indragosti ... sau e deja prea tarziu? Nu stiu, nu vreau sa te fac sa suferi. Gasesti in mine refugiu, iesire din cotidian...dar nu vreau sa se transforme in altceva. Stiu ca o fata si un baiat nu pot fi prieten (in cele mai multe cazuri) .&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Oare refuz sa ascult ce imi zice inima? Sa risc ?!? ... NUUU!!! Nu se poate. Nu trebuie. E interzis. E o distanta mult prea mare intre noi. Nu ma pot indragosti de o fantasma.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Trebuie sa te uit! Dar cum ? Mereu dau de tine , oriunde ma duc, oriunde ma uit in jurul meu. Imi esti drag. Cu tine pot sa rad, sa glumesc, sa fac glume bune sau proaste
....&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;NUUUUUU!!! Ce este cu mine?!?!?&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;Oare incep din nou sa descopar sentimentul numit "iubire" ? NUUUU!!!! Trebuie sa
incetezi sa te mai gandesti la el. Scoate-l din minte...dar din inima cum il
scot?&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Ma ridic din pat si ma duc spre calculator...Am un mesaj de la tine "Noapte buna" si un pupic. Inchid fereastra si ma duc inapoi in pat.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Suna telefonul. Esti tu. Raspund ... "Te-am sunat sa-ti inca o data noapte buna si somn usor. Am vazut ca nu ai raspuns. Te pup" si inchizi. Nu am putut sa-ti zic nimic.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;De ce imi este asa de greu? Nu vreau sa te iubesc...te vreau doar ca si un prieten...un simplu prieten.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Incerc sa adorm...ma acoper si imi iau perna in brate. Dar nu reusesc...Ma trezesc dintr-o data. Am visat ca ai avut un accident. Te sun...era tarziu...dar totusi imi raspunzi buimac de somn. "Scuze ca te-am trezit...Vroiam sa..." , un moment de pauza ... "S-a intamplat ceva?", imi spui tu. "Nu...Vroiam sa-ti zic noapte buna si ca mi-e dor de tine" si inchid repede.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Nu pot sa cred ceea ce am zis. Cum am putut sa zic asa ceva? Oare chiar tin la el cu adevarat sau a fost doar sperietura produsa de acel vis urat?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-2974480576912301928?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/2974480576912301928/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=2974480576912301928' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/2974480576912301928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/2974480576912301928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-scared.html' title='I&apos;m scared...'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-994529690510088621</id><published>2009-02-02T22:17:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:10:51.643+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moarte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poveste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>o poveste trista</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Era odata un baiat nascut cu o grava maladie. O maladie pentru care nu exista un leac .Avea 17 ani, dar putea muri in orice moment.Traia in casa lui, sub asistenta permanenta a mamei sale.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Obosit de stat in casa, a decis sa iasa macar o data.Ceruse permisiunea mamei sale.Ea a acceptat. Mergand prin cartierul sau,se uita pe la magazine. Trecand pe langa un magazin de muzica, privi prin vitrina ,si observa prezenta unei tinere fete,de varsta lui. A fost dragoste la prima vedere.Deschise usa si intra ,privind la nimic altceva decat la fata. Apropiindu-se incet,sosi la tejgheaua unde era fata. Ea il privi si ii spuse surazand:,,Pot sa te ajut?'' In timpul acesta el gandea ca acela era cel mai frumos zambet pe care l-a vazut in viata sa. Simtea impulsul de a o saruta. Balbaindu-se ii spuse; ,,Da...hmmmmmmm...ummmmmm. Mi-ar placea sa cumpar un CD.Fara sa se gandeasca ,prinde primul CD pe care il vede si ii da banii. ,,Vrei sa ti-l impachetez?" -intreaba fata zambind din nou. El ii raspunse ca da. Incetisor, ea merse in magazie,si se intoarse cu pachetul si i-l da baiatului. El il ia si iese din magazin...&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Se intoarse acasa, si din acea zi, mergea la acel magazin in fiecare zi sa cumpere un CD. Fata il impacheta mereu, iar el se intorcea acasa si il baga in sertar. El era prea timid pentru a o invita in oras si de cate ori incerca, nu reusea niciodata. Mama lui a aflat de aceasta situatie si il incuraja sa incerce... asadar in ziua urmatoare el isi luase curaj si se duse la magazin. Ca in toate celelalte zile.... isi cumpara un CD, si ca intotdeauana ea il impacheta.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;El a luat CD -ul si in momentul in care fata era distrata ,a pus repede o foaie cu numarul lui de telefon pe tejghea, apoi a iesit in fuga din magazin. ,,Dringg'' Mama lui raspunde la telefon. ,,Alo?????'' Era fata, ce intreba de fiul ei. Mama indurerata a inceput sa planga...A murit ieri "&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;A fost o tacere indelungata intrerupta de plansul mamei. Mai tarziu mama lui a intrat in camera fiului pentru a si-l aminti. Decise de a incepe sa se uite prin lucrurile lui. Deschise sertarul si cu mare suprindere gasise un munte se CD-uri impachetate. Nu era nici macar unul deschis. A cuprins-o curiozitatea, vazand atatea si nu putu rezista: a luat un CD si s-a asezat pe pat, uitandu-se, cand un bilet iese din pachetul din plastic...Mama l-a luat pentru a-l citi; scria ,,Esti frumos!!!Ai vrea sa iesi cu mine?? Te iubesc...Any " Mama emotionata deschise si alte CD uri si gasise si alte bilete; pe toate scria acelasi lucru.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;MORALA: Asta e viata. Nu astepta prea mult pentru a-i spune cuiva special ceea ce simti. Spune-i astazi. Maine va putea fi prea tarziu. Acest mesaj a fost scris pt.a te face sa se reflectezi asupra acestor lucruri...incetul cu incetul...poti schimba lumea...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-994529690510088621?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/994529690510088621/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=994529690510088621' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/994529690510088621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/994529690510088621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-poveste-trista.html' title='o poveste trista'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-3643129040432472323</id><published>2009-01-31T22:56:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:08:13.989+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lacrimi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess'/><title type='text'>El...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/SYS7IHrWIxI/AAAAAAAAACY/dHeFHmJgQqU/s1600-h/wolf-sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297564809868747538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/SYS7IHrWIxI/AAAAAAAAACY/dHeFHmJgQqU/s200/wolf-sketch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce pot sa zic? E o persoana speciala, care a aparut in viata mea. Nu va ganditi ca este iubitul meu...nu este. E pur si simplu un prieten.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;E cel care ma face sa rad, cand nu sunt in apele mele, cel care ma trezeste la realitate cand incep sa fabulez. Imi distrage atentia de la lucruri care ma supara si ma face sa visez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce este haios e faptul ca nu il cunosc personal. Ne leaga cateva conversatii pe mess si multe sms-uri. Acuma il bat la cap sa invete pentru examene...stiu ca o face si fara sa-i zic, dar imi place sa-l tachinez :). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intotdeauna gasim subiecte de discutie, chiar si unde nu sunt. Ma linisteste...ma scoate din cotidian si ma invata sa visez. "Visele exista pentru a ne aminti care e realitatea...&lt;/p&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;"O viata fara lacrimi e o viata cu sens unic, dusa pe un fir de sarma deasupra unui ocean. O viata are nevoie de lacrimi pentru a aprecia zambete.Dar limiteaza lacrimile."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar, totusi are prostul obicei sa-mi fac pofta de inghetata, de ciocolata si mai nou si de fructe...Cred ca sunt singurele momente in care ma cam enervez pe el...da' imi trece repede.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eeee...acuma asta este...trecem si peste asta. Probabil dupa ce va citi, o sa inceapa sa critice un pic ... sau nu ? hmmmm .... o sa vedem noi :)) :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-3643129040432472323?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/3643129040432472323/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=3643129040432472323' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/3643129040432472323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/3643129040432472323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2009/01/el.html' title='El...'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/SYS7IHrWIxI/AAAAAAAAACY/dHeFHmJgQqU/s72-c/wolf-sketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-9138134329347973311</id><published>2009-01-31T22:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:58:25.999+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ploaie de vara...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Suna telefonul...Raspund : "Alo?" O voce calda ma intampina la capatul celalalt al firului : "Te-ai trezit frumoaso?" Zambesc ... "Da...acum 5 minute" . Era o minciuna. El ma trezise din somn. "Nu te cred, dupa vocea pe care o ai...Cred ca iar te-am trezit.Scuza-ma...credeam ca deja esti treaza" . "Nu-i nimic.Prefer sa ma trezesti tu decat altcineva." ... "Vreau sa ne intalnim...trebuie sa vorbim"... "S-a intamplat ceva?" , raspund. "Nu...doar mi-e dor de tine". "Ok, ne intalnim ca de obicei?" "Da! Te astept. Te pup." ... "Ok, puiule. Ne vedem acolo. Te pup!".&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Inchid telefonul si prin minte imi trec imaginile de aseara. Ai fost minunat. Nici nu imi venea sa ma despart de tine cand m-ai condus acasa. Nu vroiam sa te las sa pleci din bratele mele.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Orele trec greu pana la intalnirea noastra. Incep sa ma imbrac. E o zi calduroasa. Un sentiment ciudat ma cuprinde in momentul in care ies pe usa. Ma gandesc la cuvintele tale "Trebuie sa vorbim."&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ajung la locul nostru. Ca de obicei ma asteptai. Intotdeauna ajungi cu 5 minute inaintea mea. Ma apropiu de tine si te sarut. Nu-mi raspunzi ca si inainte. "S-a intamplat ceva?" ... "Nu, trebuie sa se intample ceva?Hai sa ne plimbam..." Aprob si pasii nostri ne duc pe un drum fara o directie anume...Esti tacut. Nu indraznesc sa intreb.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;La un moment dat, te opresti, imi iei fata in maini si ma saruti ca si cum ar fi ultima oara. Zambesti...Eu sunt confuza, nu stiu cum sa reactionez.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"Draga mea...trebuie sa vorbim" "Despre ce?Ce s-a intamplat?" "Noi..." "Da. Zimi o data, nu ma mai fierbe...te rog!" "Noi trebuie sa ne despartim"&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In momentul acela am simtit ca cerul se prabuseste...acea zi calduroasa s-a tranformat in cea mai friguroasa zi din viata mea. Lacrimile incep sa se prelinga pe obrazul meu.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"Te rog sa nu plangi si sa incerci sa ma intelegi. Te rog nu-mi ingreuna decizia" "De ce? Cu ce ti-am gresit? Ce s-a intamplat cu toate promisiunile tale? Cu acele cuvinte frumoase pe care mi le-ai zis aseara? Am fost doar o aventura pentru tine?" , am tipat...&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"Nu", zambesti..."Nu ma intelege gresit. Esti o fata frumoasa si foarte speciala.Nu ai gresit cu nimic.Eu sunt de vina.Te rog nu-mi cere explicatii pentru ca nu pot sa ti le dau..."&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"De ce?!?"...&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Te iau in brate si incerc sa te sarut...dar tu ma dai la o parte . "Trebuie sa plec.Te rog iarta-ma."&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Te-ai indepartat de mine incetul cu incetul. Eu pur si simplu ma uitam cum te indepartezi de mine. Nu pot sa ma misc...incerc sa ma misc, dar nu pot. Lacrimile continua sa curga fara incetare.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Dintr-o data simt pe piele o picatura, dupa care picaturile se inmultesc...Ma uit spre cer...A inceput sa ploua...E o ploaie de vara...Picaturile le simt reci pe pielea mea. Ma uit in jurul meu...Toata lumea incearca sa se adaposteaza, dar eu am ramas nemiscata in locul in care m-ai lasat.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Incep sa merg fara o directie anume. Raceala picaturilor incearca sa ma trezeasca.In gandul meu, imi spun ca este doar un vis urat...dar din pacate nu este. Este adevarat.Te-ai despartit de mine, ai plecat fara nici o explicatie.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;De ce? E singura intrebare care imi vine in minte...DE CE?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ajung acasa, uda si singura...Ma dezbrac si ma pun in pat...Iau in brate perna si incep sa plang...Pana la urma, adorm rapusa de oboseala.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;A doua zi, ma trezesc...Nu pot sa-mi dau seama daca a fost realitate sau un cosmar...Dar ma uit in jur si vad fotografia noastra sparta.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Nu a fost vis...ci pura realitate...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-9138134329347973311?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/9138134329347973311/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=9138134329347973311' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/9138134329347973311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/9138134329347973311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2009/01/ploaie-de-vara.html' title='Ploaie de vara...'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-7293281675268656586</id><published>2009-01-26T19:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:54:47.603+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zambet'/><title type='text'>De ce?</title><content type='html'>De cele mai multe ori ne intrebam ce va fi maine... Ce va fi peste 2 zile, ce va fi peste 2 ani ...
&lt;p&gt;Cand am reusit sa ne indepartam asa de mult de noi insine...Ma uit in jurul meu si toata lumea este preocupata de viitor. De ce nu putem trai in prezent? De ce nu putem doar visa? De ce ne irosim viata pe ceva ce poate nu se va implini si ramanem doar cu gustul amar al infrangerii...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De ce nu vrem sa riscam totul si mai tarziu ne intrebam "oare cum ar fi fost daca...?".Poate ca acuma lumea din jurul nostru este axata pe construirea unui viitor si nu pe trairea prezentului. Cand a fost ultima oara cand i-ai spus sotiei tale "te iubesc" sau cand te-ai bucurat de zambetului copilului tau? Zi cand!!! Ai uitat! Oare de ce? Esti prea preocupat sa lucrezi , sa faci bani...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poate daca am face o pauza doar pentru un minut sa ne uitam in jurul nostru ne-am da seama cate lucruri minunate trec pe langa noi si din pacate, nu se mai intorc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Traim intr-o lume in care orele trec ca si minutele...Dar daca am reusi sa ne deconectam macar o ora pe zi sa stam cu persoana sau persoanele iubite nu s-ar mai ajunge la despartiri, la divorturi....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu stiu...Eu doar am scris, voi trebuie sa ma trageti un semnal de alarma daca sunteti in aceasta situatie...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-7293281675268656586?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/7293281675268656586/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=7293281675268656586' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/7293281675268656586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/7293281675268656586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2009/01/de-cele-mai-multe-ori-ne-intrebam-ce-va.html' title='De ce?'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-905287562694737840</id><published>2009-01-25T22:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:05:46.947+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despartire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suferinta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>Ganduri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;De ce ma simt vinovata? In mintea mea eu sunt cea vinovata, cea care a gresit mereu. Poate ca chiar asa este si eu nu mi-am dat seama. Inainte simteam fluturi in stomac...acuma simt un gol in inima....&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ai plecat fara sa ma asculti, fara sa ma intelegi sau sa intelegi de ce am procedat asa. Acuma stau in fata televizorului si incerc sa ma concentrez pe un anumit program. Dar nu pot...Pentru imi revin unele amintiri cu tine, cand ne certam pe telecomanda si nimeni nu castigam pentru ca mereu incepeam sa ne tachinam si sa alergam unul dupa altul prin casa.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sunt curioasa sa stiu daca tu te gandesti la mine sau pur si simplu ai sters cu buretele absolut totul. Iubirea mea , asa imi ziceai mereu si cand ne certam.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Te-am urat in momentul in care mi-ai zis ca nu mai vrei sa fim impreuna, dar acuma mi-e dor de zilele petrecute cu tine, de certurile noastre banale, de impacarile noastre, de noptile petrecute impreuna in care pur si simplu vorbeam si stateam in bratele tale.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Dar acuma ti-ai gasit o alta iubire. Poate de mine nici nu iti mai amintesti. Imediat se implineste un an de cand , noi nu mai suntem impreuna. A trecut foarte putin si rana mea este inca deschisa si sangereaza din cand in cand, cand iti simt mirosul sau iti imbrac tricoul pe care il purtai cand ramaneai la mine.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;O sa ramai mereu iuby meu. Nimeni nu o sa te scoata din inima mea.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Te iubesc ... 2 cuvinte ... care au o importanta mare intr-o relatie daca sunt spuse din suflet ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-905287562694737840?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/905287562694737840/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=905287562694737840' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/905287562694737840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/905287562694737840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2009/01/ganduri.html' title='Ganduri...'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-5675548018865820398</id><published>2009-01-25T21:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:04:39.688+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O inghetata...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;O zi simpla...O pofta nebuneasca dupa ceva dulce. Dorul de tine imi aminteste de zilele de vara  cand pur si simplu ne racoream cu inghetata noastra preferata. Acuma trec prin fata gelateriei si amintirile imi curg navalnic prin fata ochilor. Mi-e dor de tine ... desi eu te-am izgonit, totusi imi este dor.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A trecut mult de atunci si totusi inca iti simt mirosul si imi amintesc privirea ta. E deja iarna, ninge. Asta ar fi fost prima iarna impreuna.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dar, totusi mi-am facut curaj si am intrat in gelaterie si mi-am luat o inghetata. Inghetata noastra preferata.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Toate privirile sunt atintite asupra mea cand merg pe strada. De ce?  Pentru ca savurez o inghetata iarna cand ninge. Sincer, e mult mai buna iarna decat vara ....&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Si totusi ... nimic ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-5675548018865820398?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/5675548018865820398/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=5675548018865820398' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/5675548018865820398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/5675548018865820398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-inghetata.html' title='O inghetata...'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-2049778887401707562</id><published>2008-11-17T21:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:01:31.015+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poveste'/><title type='text'>17 ani...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"De multe ori ma intreb daca visele se nasc in lumea asta sau vin dintr-un alt loc, de departe. Iar tu incerci in fiecare dimineata sa-ti spui ca de data asta poate fi adevarat"&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"Ma gandesc la copilarie ca fiind cea mai frumoasa varsta sau cel putin asa obisnuia sa-mi spuna mama, inainte de a se duce. Si poate avea dreptate....
Insa acuma cred ca cea mai importanta varsta ramane adolescenta, adica atunci cand incepi sa realizezi cat de greu este atunci cand iti dai seama ca singurul caruia ii poti cere ajutorul esti tu, doar tu
Tu si numa tu......"&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"De cate ori nu incerci sa cauti acel ceva care sa-ti aduca liniste? Intr-un oras vesnic agitat in care lumea alearga fara un scop anume. O liniste de care ai atata nevoie si dupa care tanjeste fiecare parte a corpului tau. De multe ori cand gasesti nu reusesti sa-i intelegi adevarata valoare si renunti. Ma intreb, oare mai merita sa mai incerci ? "&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Citate din  : 17...o poveste despre destin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-2049778887401707562?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/2049778887401707562/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=2049778887401707562' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/2049778887401707562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/2049778887401707562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2008/11/17-ani.html' title='17 ani...'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-8483103405356980147</id><published>2008-11-17T20:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:00:04.728+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oras de vis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibiu'/><title type='text'>Sibiu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/SSG9TFi5xLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DEgU7lgRmrg/s1600-h/i235006020_16587_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269701174603924658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/SSG9TFi5xLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DEgU7lgRmrg/s200/i235006020_16587_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sincer, traiesc intr-un oras de vis. Stiu ca nu pot fi obiectiva, dar asa simt eu. Traiesc intr-un oras linistit, intr-un oras in care poti zari oameni care se bucura de o plimbare prin centru, de oameni care nu sunt deloc stresati sau mereu pe fuga. Noi, suntem niste oameni linistiti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi amintesc anul trecut, daca nu ma insel, cand Sibiu a fost Capitala Culturala Europeana, concertul Vama. Nu o sa uit niciodata discursul pe care Tudor Chirila l-a rostit facand o comparatie intre Sibiu si Bucuresti. Nu imi amintesc motamo ceea ce a zis, dar ideea in sine e ca in Sibiu , pe acele stradute ascunse poti sa simti mereu iubirea , pe cand in Bucuresti, nu te poti iubi. A incheiat acel discurs cu bine cunoscutu` slogan : CAPITALA SIBIU SALUTA PROVINCIA BUCURESTI!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu vreau sa jignesc pe nimeni, eu aici imi spun doar parerea , cu care puteti fi de acord sau nu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am fost intrebata zilele trecute, daca as pleca din Sibiu ca sa ma mut in alt oras. Raspunsul meu a fost : "Niciodata. Si chiar daca voi fi fortata de imprejurari, mereu Sibiu va ramane orasul meu de suflet...Si mereu cand voi prinde ocazia ma voi intoarce aici."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-8483103405356980147?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/8483103405356980147/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=8483103405356980147' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/8483103405356980147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/8483103405356980147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2008/11/sibiu.html' title='Sibiu'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/SSG9TFi5xLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DEgU7lgRmrg/s72-c/i235006020_16587_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-3798734665584812870</id><published>2008-11-17T20:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:49:31.230+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibiu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorinte'/><title type='text'>O mica introducere</title><content type='html'>Sunt din Sibiu...nu conteaza cati ani am...o sa va dati seama pe parcurs. Am realizat acest blog deoarce vreau doar sa-mi exprim unele dorinte, precum si gandurile mele....Hope you like it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-3798734665584812870?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/3798734665584812870/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=3798734665584812870' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/3798734665584812870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/3798734665584812870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-mica-introducere.html' title='O mica introducere'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/S3HJZ0OIe0I/AAAAAAAAADY/JtHs8nx2hFA/S220/Fainted_by_PerfictioN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
