<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998</id><updated>2009-10-25T14:27:18.254+02:00</updated><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?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-2536268623945964163</id><published>2009-02-05T16:23:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:55:21.416+02:00</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(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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(0, 0, 0);"&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(0, 0, 0);"&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;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pede...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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;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;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;p&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(0, 0, 0);"&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(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Inca te mai iubesc..." , imi zic insumi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;


&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='https://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>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-87203776532032792</id><published>2009-07-26T00:13:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:53:39.019+02:00</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(0, 0, 0);"&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='https://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>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-2531966071468311021</id><published>2009-09-03T23:11:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:53:19.649+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Verde</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E mai bine sa mergi inante cu atat mai mult pe verde, pe rosu sa stea altele toata viatza.. Viatza merita traita din plin! Si eu te iubesc si mi-e dor de tine iubi, :* -Puiu tau-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-2531966071468311021?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/2531966071468311021/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=2531966071468311021' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/2531966071468311021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/2531966071468311021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2009/09/verde.html' title='Verde'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-5264148123860627525</id><published>2009-09-29T12:26:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:53:01.295+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In ce punct te afli?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Inceputul este jumatatea oricarui lucru.. Cealalta jumatate e tot ce se intampla pana la sfarsit, orice are un inceput si un sfarsit,  sfarsitul este inevitabil, el inchide cercul continuitatii. Exista doua tragedii in viata: sa primesti/obtii/reusesti ceea ce vrei si sa nu. Ramane totusi o intrebare: In ce punct te afli pe cerc? La inceput? La sfarsit? La mijloc? Sfarsitul coincide cu inceputul? Poti stii cand sa o iei de la capat? Intrebari exista mereu, important e sa nu te dai batut, poti fii doborat dar nu invins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-5264148123860627525?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/5264148123860627525/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=5264148123860627525' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/5264148123860627525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/5264148123860627525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-ce-punct-te-afli.html' title='In ce punct te afli?'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-4800423825184982583</id><published>2009-10-25T13:33:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:44:58.830+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Noi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/SuQ5tLj7g5I/AAAAAAAAADA/a7ndLHSeHTw/s1600-h/indragostiti-la-mare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/SuQ5tLj7g5I/AAAAAAAAADA/a7ndLHSeHTw/s200/indragostiti-la-mare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396501701857084306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

8 luni , 1 saptamana si 5 zile . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-4800423825184982583?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/4800423825184982583/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=4800423825184982583' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/4800423825184982583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/4800423825184982583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2009/10/noi.html' title='Noi'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vhmsFrgsZG4/SuQ5tLj7g5I/AAAAAAAAADA/a7ndLHSeHTw/s72-c/indragostiti-la-mare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-5651189611262749524</id><published>2009-09-03T22:48:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:54:24.341+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Risca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt;Daca ai incredere in tine, risca, daca nu, nu risca&lt;&lt;


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='https://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>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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;
&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;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;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CUUUUM????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&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='https://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>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253482464488039998.post-8168875274551413141</id><published>2008-11-24T18:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:03:40.141+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urasc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frig'/><title type='text'>Azi urasc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;- e luni&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- maine am teza, miercuri am lucrare, joi am teza X(X(X(&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- e frig&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- e ghetzush afara, numa bun sa-ti rupi gatu`&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- e iarna, care nu e tocmai iarna...k in loc de zapada avem gheatza&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- scarile din fata blocului sunt pline de gheata si nimeni nu se simte sa puna niste sare pe ele...o sa ma simt eu maine dimineata....o sa ies cu o punga de sare la mine si o sa las in urma mea...ca si Hansel &amp;amp; Gretel =))&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- frigul pe care trebuie sa-l suport maine in cls mea, ptr k este o defectiune la centrala termica&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- maine nu o sa am apa deloc...abia poimaine o sa avem cate un strop de apa&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;........aqma nu mai stiu....o sa revin pe parcurs :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253482464488039998-8168875274551413141?l=povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/feeds/8168875274551413141/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253482464488039998&amp;postID=8168875274551413141' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/8168875274551413141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253482464488039998/posts/default/8168875274551413141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestidinviatanoastra.blogspot.com/2008/11/azi-urasc.html' title='Azi urasc...'/><author><name>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</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='https://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>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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>just me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971144677234492111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07170690165246635332'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>