tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895534376077755752024-02-20T09:13:58.825+02:00Filme de nebuniaberatologieTarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-14472593216138937082009-03-17T10:38:00.002+02:002009-03-17T10:41:59.884+02:00Ma mut!m-am mutat deja,de fapt :) <a href="http://filmedenebuni.wordpress.com/">aici</a> <br />o sa mai schimb o groaza de chestii pana sa fiu multumita (oarecum),dar ideea e ca nu mai revin la blogspot. deci si prin urmare, cei care ma mai citesc sunt rugati sa schimbe destinatia inspre noul blog.<br /><br />http://filmedenebuni.wordpress.com/<br /><br />of la naiba! v-am pupatTarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-39006489464843664142009-03-11T21:20:00.007+02:002009-03-11T22:00:25.845+02:00cu si pentru maimuta, lua-o-ar naiba<span style="font-style:italic;"> Oricat de mult ne-am fi certat, mama a incercat intotdeauna sa ma tina departe de idioti. A reusit, ce-i drept, de cele mai multe ori, insa nu si acum. Acum eu ma feream, iar ea ma oprea.<br /> Cei care ma cunosc cat de cat stiu despre ce aberez aici, ceilalti probabil afla acum. Desigur, mai exista si cei care nu se prind - o sa-i numim "categoria speciala" - dar ei nu prea conteaza.<br /> Nu vreau nici pe departe sa sune a poveste, deci nu incep cu "a fost odata" sau "totul a inceput intr-o seara frumoasa...", ci asa: M-am atasat de un bou (atasat..la sentiment), sau hai sa-l numesc mai dragut: maimuta. Deci, m-am atasat de o maimuta. Si ce fericiti eram noi! Perfecti, ce mai! Imi era drag si ii eram draga, ne tineam in brate, ne sarutam cu o pasiune atat de aprinsa...si de mii de ori falsa.<br /> Maimuta asta m-a prezentat tuturor, eram ca doua piese de puzzle pt blonde (puzzle pt blonde = 2 piese,sau 1,depinde).Echipa buna,prententii peste pretentii, distractii comune, alea alea.<br /> Dar exista un dar.Dar, maimuta se juca. Se joaca si acum cu alta don'soara care, saraca, il mai si iubeste. Si evident ca si el pe ea, cum altfel?!<br /> Ok,probabil va intrebati de ce imi astern gelozia aici, ce, n-am prietene care sa ma asculte?! Am,am,doar ca nu e gelozie. E o forma ciudat de placuta de dispret si singurul scop al post-ului e sa deschid ochii tipelor care poate nu invata doar din propriile greseli. Bine, alt scop ar fi sa se sesizeze si alte maimute care se simt din aceeasi familie cu maimuta mea si (exagerez deja) sa incerce o schimbare in bine, renuntand la minciuni si abureli.<br /> Maimuta, daca citesti (si nu faci parte din "categoria speciala") gandeste-te ca poate persoana pe care o invarti acum nu merita rahatu' tau, sa nu zic banana. Mai trage cu ochiu' in jur din cand in cand, asta cand ai ora de dezlipire de oglinda. Daca esti atent s-ar putea sa vezi, in comparatie cu ceilalti (evident n-o sa te abtii sa nu-i compari cu preamaria ta), cat de retardat esti. Respecta-i pe cei care iti cer ajutorul, pe cei ce ti-l ofera, pe cei ce-ti vorbesc frumos si sincer. Nu-ti respecta doar coaiele alea 2 stangi,ce ti le numesti sanatoase. Asculta si de sfatul prietenilor, poate poate preiei o idee pentru "o viata mai buna" (care oricum e musai sa arate cam asa:tu stapanul lumii,restul pupandu-ti parul de pe craci).<br /> Apoi mai renunta si la fata a 2-a, altfel n-o sa-ti recunosti adevaratii prieteni. De fapt, renunta si la a 3-a si a 4-a fata, ca sa fii sigur. <span style="font-weight:bold;">Asa-i ca nu mai vezi pe nimeni?</span></span>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-46720747057414980382009-03-11T15:45:00.008+02:002009-03-11T16:55:02.567+02:00And here is your love,your love for it all<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDdRpVpNArx8YXPX_6137A-UlVpw5foJO44g9q5AIzvefRI0it4K1LqFBxo6IoDv2-DyIsor4ESRVAI22S7jfMAoW4OwJQZ474r9njSQ2rg1dlzlWQzljVaoW6KP-bTCO1QyvIG_B73lo/s1600-h/martie_22-1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDdRpVpNArx8YXPX_6137A-UlVpw5foJO44g9q5AIzvefRI0it4K1LqFBxo6IoDv2-DyIsor4ESRVAI22S7jfMAoW4OwJQZ474r9njSQ2rg1dlzlWQzljVaoW6KP-bTCO1QyvIG_B73lo/s400/martie_22-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311926457329452626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCDNsKRP8i08X3AWgqAEXNaqRMyuaoO7vKaOFoyn3FyA9tGZVJZ3CbqzJ1sch6kjq_kwjyWXU1-LdpAHHgfJx0gwOeMZbpnU4zEt1Zcye4AG7QCWvHHZC2Ed0mU3Jk8GKTETJ5vfCYQc/s1600-h/martie_15-1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjb324Ubnisn-CZbRiwxNYg_TdHAEFmHssn9wQcIxkpxKpsKiyxahsyACXSS6iKG2iMqTvHHdMjn3C2ou2j6xW_I7gzyr2gZ9x2jH37YV-VvJMRmtUottwir2rJO3z9ldPBiSsvB-v-J0/s400/martie_21-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311926459143479458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqIPYE0nmoJGJO_U2tNz31lkRLaDVESHLPZYc1pIs-ulssu24o79EzAZan7rzk3v0xr6sDNycxGfmdHFDskQCY3Ve8YDUSrkJ4LJqZVTx3Upx78jmk_BhNYLH1MEBe8pEf0eivT8eJ20c/s1600-h/martie_32-1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqIPYE0nmoJGJO_U2tNz31lkRLaDVESHLPZYc1pIs-ulssu24o79EzAZan7rzk3v0xr6sDNycxGfmdHFDskQCY3Ve8YDUSrkJ4LJqZVTx3Upx78jmk_BhNYLH1MEBe8pEf0eivT8eJ20c/s400/martie_32-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311927698715922642" /></a>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-3027096975975465952009-03-10T17:58:00.007+02:002009-03-13T10:20:52.022+02:00Pentru ea<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cz5_QjcD23U&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cz5_QjcD23U&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />" tara says:<br /> <br />Mar 31, 2007 10:54 PM <br />imi place cand stai,cand razi,cand te uiti la altii si razi,cand te uiti la tine si razi,cand razi de mine si de ale,cand radem de noi,cand razi de lucruri seci.imi place cand canti fals,cand enervezi pe altii cantand fals,cand razi de altii care canta fals,cand rad altii de tine deoarece canti fals.imi place cand esti tu,cand sunt eu,cand suntem noi,cand suntem noi,cand sunt ei.imi place ca iti place de mine.imi place cand mananci,cand dormi,cand te distrezi,cand visezi,cand traiesti,cand iubesti,cand esti iubita.imi place ca iti place.<br />imi place cand glumesti,cand razi ca sa ne faci pe noi sa ne simtim bine,cand faci pe prostu,cand t scobesti in nas si povestim o ora intreaga despre scobit in nas,cand dai din cap si ramai ciufulita,cand plangi,cand te faci ca plangi,cand vorbesti cu atata entuziasm despre hippies,cand te chinui sa devii serioasa,cand vorbesti o persoana adulta,cand ascultam muzica si cantam pe malul begheului,cand urlam "cacand" in toata scoala,cand te dor toate si suspini ca o baba.<br />imi place ca imi esti draga,imi place ca ne intelegem asa bine,imi place ca'mi esti una din cele mai bune prietene care ar putea exista vreodata,imi place ca ma asculti si ma apreciezi,imi place ca ma faci sa zambesc si imi umpli sufletul de bucurie si atunci cand ma simt pustie pe dinauntru.imi place ca esti tu.si ca ai aparut atunci cand aveam mare nevoie de o prietenie ca a ta.si ca existi. "<br /><br />asta iti ziceam acu' 2 ani, cand poate nu cunoasteam nici macar jumatate din tine cat cunosc azi. m-ai invatat sa iubesc viata si sa ma iubesc pe mine. m-ai invatat sa rad din lucruri marunte si am plans impreuna la fiecare necaz sau bucurie. impreuna ne-am planuit sa cucerim lumea (sau macar o parte din ea) si nu putine au fost momentele cand am reusit sa ducem la capat cate un vis. impreuna, numai impreuna.<br />astazi iti spun ca te iubesc.te iubesc si iti sunt mereu alaturi<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD4zf9RuCh9RrEATYQBS1AiRhZhTvFMGDVrAbwUMMfYJlKKP0g5guhrANXASQVedlJT-P3r6ZAaFGCvZ3I0pdyKcn3e7mkpE8Po7le0lv-B3AnHAnc3JtHuLj-FbbMJGb9vapRY66qIlI/s1600-h/100_4591.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD4zf9RuCh9RrEATYQBS1AiRhZhTvFMGDVrAbwUMMfYJlKKP0g5guhrANXASQVedlJT-P3r6ZAaFGCvZ3I0pdyKcn3e7mkpE8Po7le0lv-B3AnHAnc3JtHuLj-FbbMJGb9vapRY66qIlI/s320/100_4591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311641144889345026" /></a>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-81279922175415675182009-03-05T23:45:00.007+02:002009-03-13T08:23:33.667+02:00a venit si mult asteptata astazi<object width="440" height="41"><param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&hash=0c88f015ce42e1&userid=ioana_bunea&src=hi5"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&hash=0c88f015ce42e1&userid=ioana_bunea&src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"></embed></object><br /><br />In seara asta, mama, lumea e a mea..o lume de doar 18 ani :)Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-48700777516823352612009-02-22T10:20:00.009+02:002009-03-05T23:50:55.696+02:00Viata inca danseaza<span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">Toate cate au fost mai sunt,da, chiar si clipele astea de zahar ars ce ti se lipeau de nas si visul ce fuge in papuci de turta dulce.Si cerul si oamenii si amintirile de ciocolata si copacii ce prind viata la fiecare adiere de vant. Nazbatiile copilariei, prostelile adolescentei si nebunia tineretii, toate sunt. Rasaritul si apusul,de fiecare data in flacari, de fiecare data mai aprinse, mai frumoase. Si marea si muntele, nisipul, pietrele, anotimpurile-mpreuna, zapada cu fulgii ei si lanurile de grau atat de pufoase. Si florile-mi dragi... si ploaia,ploaia mea.<br />Si prietenii mai sunt, in numar mai mare sau mai mic, dar sunt. Si buzele de caramel si mainile de ingeras,privirea de inghetata si sufletul liber din noi. Sunt si nu pleaca.<br />Iar eu,eu incep sa le vad.Mi-am revenit :)<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span></span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bG0qOgkgTmo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bG0qOgkgTmo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-47865019608982101652009-02-15T18:52:00.004+02:002009-02-22T10:20:05.945+02:00Ganduri aruncate in sertar..nici piesa,nici interpreta,nici post-ul... nu au nevoie de descriere :)<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WOBN1okgxUA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WOBN1okgxUA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />promit ca revin cu postari noi in curand.<br />imediat ce imi revin euTarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-91630011305174815792009-01-26T06:17:00.004+02:002009-02-15T19:03:02.942+02:00See the west wind move like a lover so...<div style="width:300px;"><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/nwNBuZorSA/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/nwNBuZorSA/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"><div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /></a></div><form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"><input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /><input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /><div style="padding-top:3px;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&ek=nwNBuZorSA" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&ek=nwNBuZorSA" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&ek=nwNBuZorSA" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&ek=nwNBuZorSA" rel="nofollow" ><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/nwNBuZorSA/" border="0" /></a></div></form></div></div><br/><a href="http://www.imeem.com/cathylosbanes/music/OIvLHiHX/mary_black_fields_of_gold/">Fields of Gold - Mary Black</a>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-63141096827390105352009-01-21T20:36:00.005+02:002009-01-21T21:16:38.522+02:00Laura Andresan cauta baieti.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_cMLV7Pv8-y1ZWq3qXjeuhwW4K7TMrF5PFgPnxBhbG2gEGo87-WOWCY1wcNO0BteNbR_R2iXmxGjYtsyS-GixY_9WS-Zov3C5P9-F7oyuBYI-C0gqnyp214qLTT88EDFlqCKfz42k-yo/s1600-h/ianuarie_455.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_cMLV7Pv8-y1ZWq3qXjeuhwW4K7TMrF5PFgPnxBhbG2gEGo87-WOWCY1wcNO0BteNbR_R2iXmxGjYtsyS-GixY_9WS-Zov3C5P9-F7oyuBYI-C0gqnyp214qLTT88EDFlqCKfz42k-yo/s320/ianuarie_455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293817977889250066" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sariti,fratilor! E Laura Andresan,cum sa pierdeti asa ceva??? E ea, cea "altfel"!<br />Acum 2 zile am aflat si eu ce grozavii canta dereglata asta.Mi-a fredonat Ruxi bine-cunoscutele versuri (de catre voi poate):<br /> "Sa ma prezint: Laura XXX<br />Caut membri mari, XXX<br />Barbatii cei mai tari XXX<br />Azi va *** la XXX"<br />...<br />Sa ma prezint, Grasu XXX<br />Caut curve, zic: XXX<br />Care-o fac doar XXX<br />G, ie, ie, XXX<br />..."<br />Ma rog,trecem peste.Am ras cu lacrimi. Tot ea e si aia cu "muntele Venus" se pare.<br />Si azi mergeam eu frumos si tantos spre casa si vad afisu' asta roz de sus.Aparat in geanta,gandesc,scot aparat,2 secunde,bag aparat,gata poza.<br />Pun pariu ca stiti cu totii cine este Laura Andresan. Eu stiam doar ca e ceva vedeta penibiloporno,si drept urmare ii gasesc <a href="http://www.laura-andresan.go.ro/">site-ul</a> si dau sa intru si ma sperii de eroarea: "Bine ati venit! Apasati OK pentru a intra pe acest site! Apasati CANCEL pentru a parasi site-ul!!" - foarte inteligent.Nici nu mi-a trecut prin minte sa intru pe site dupa ce am tastat laura-andresan.go.ro, nu, Doamne fereste, bine ca mi-a adus aminte.<br />Apas ok si citesc regulamentul site-ului,printre care era si "Nu accesez acest site in prezenta unei persoane sub 18 ani (21 in unele tari sau regiuni)..".Pai bine tu, daca tot pui reguli pentru straini, presupun ca te gandesti ca vor stii instant romana sau orice limba vrei tu cand iti rostesc numele, altfel nu-mi explic. Sau ai auzit pe undeva fluturand vorba ca unii devin majori la 21 ani si trebuie sa arati ca stii si tu asta?<br />Boooon<br />Daca de curiozitate intrati pe site-ul mirific, cititi va rog la rubrica "Despre Laura" ce spune Laura despre Laura. Eu pot spune doar ca a devenit idolul meu, fata asta chiar vrea sa schimbe ceva, ea e "altfel"!!<br /> Si tot din curiozitate accesati <a href="http://www.laura-andresan.go.ro/poze_disco_max.html">rubrica de poze</a> si nu uitati: Exact asta va face si JOI, 22 IANUARIE, IN SENSO SENSO!! Laura Andresan (pe bar,sub bar,peste bar,in bar,cu bere,fara bere,cu tate,cu gura cat galeata,cu p*zda cat galeata,cu bonusul cat galeata,in baie,prin baie,dupa baie,cu tine,cu toti) cauta baieti XXX! Nu ratati!<br /> Enjoy!<br /><br />Note to self: promit sa nu mai 'aproape lesin' de ras cand vorbesc despre o vedeta penibiloporno din Romania.promit sa nu ma mai gandesc ca exista oameni care iau articolu' asta de buna.Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-46726279554954194442009-01-19T23:48:00.005+02:002009-01-20T00:15:51.551+02:00In memoriam“După trei zile în care s-a aflat în comă, inima lui Grigore Vieru a încetat sa bată în această noapte”…<br />"Pe 16 ianuarie 2009 poetul a suferit un grav accident de circulaţie şi a fost internat la Spitalul de Urgenţă din Chişinău. Grigore Vieru s-a aflat într-o stare critică cu politraumatism, traumatism cranio-cerebral închis, contuzie cerebrală, traumatism toracic închis, contuzia cordului şi a plamânilor şi contuzia organelor abdominale, având şanse minime de supravieţuire."<br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/seviyor/24d9c30a29880f"></script><script type="text/javascript" language="javascript">show_24d9c30a29880f(448, 46);</script><br /><br /><strong>Aldea Teodorovici - Reaprindeti candela</strong><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica »</a><br /><br />Asemeni sotilor Doina si Ion Aldea Teodorovici, poetul Grigore Vieru a lasat o urma semnificativa in istoria poporului nostru si a incetat din viata intr-un la fel de tragic accident de masina, insa cu un chin mult mai mare. Recitind poeziile sale am inceput sa plang. Ascultandu-l pe Paunescu vorbind despre el, am inceput sa plang. De mica mama m-a invatat sa-i iubesc pe acesti oameni, aceste bogatii pe care suntem si am fost norocosi sa le avem. Datorita lor stiu ca exista oameni buni, oameni curati, oameni de aur.<br />El, Grigore Vieru, geniul de peste Prut, pana la lacrimi a iubit viata...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Testament</span><br /> (Grigore Vieru)<br /><br />"Dragi feciori, pe-acest pamant,<br />Nici eu vesnic nu mai sant,<br />Nu sant vesnic, voi pleca,<br />Unde voi ma veti uita,<br />Si de unde nimenea<br />Nu s-a mai intors candva.<br />V-am crescut, v-am ridicat,<br />Ma pot duce,<br />Ma pot duce impacat.<br />M-au pandit jivinele,<br />M-a iubit si binele.<br />Eu ma duc, copii cuminti,<br />N-am averi sa le-mpartiti.<br />Va las numai visul meu<br />Care a trudit din greu.<br />V-am crescut, v-am ridicat,<br />Ma pot duce,<br />Ma pot duce impacat.<br />Intre voi, pe-a vietii scari,<br />Sa nu fie suparari,<br />Ca zilele pe pamant<br />Asa de putine sant.<br />Si nu-i alt noroc mai drag<br />Decat fratele din prag.<br />V-am crescut, v-am ridicat,<br />Ma pot duce,<br />Ma pot duce impacat. <p> </p> Langa doina si izvor<br /> Nu-i usor sa-ti fie dor,<br /> Nu-i usor sa fii curat<br /> Pe pamant instrainat.<br /> Va las dorul cel durut<br /> Si nadejdea de la Prut.<br /> V-am crescut, v-am ridicat,<br /> Ma pot duce,<br /> Ma pot duce impacat."Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-70823504834227806152009-01-18T22:00:00.003+02:002009-01-18T23:10:52.820+02:00*Be happy, be free, wear flowers, bring bells*<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Don't stop trying, there's always reason to go on living</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> as long as you can breathe</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> stay clear of extremes</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> just say what you mean</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> but try not to be mean</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> you should say thank you often, like your hair</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> wave to strangers everywhere</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> do what your supposed to do</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> don't look at what the others do</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> thing before you buy a car don't marry someone</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> you met at a bar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> there's no suchthing as going too far</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> love who you are</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> don't be scared of what's ahead</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> but wear the helmet to protect your head</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> be aware, way you care, don't say fair...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Stay close to the hand that raised you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> watch for signs</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> never waste expensive wine</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> spoil your body, spoil yourself</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> never cheat and share your wealth</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> sing when you're glad</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> close the door if you sound bad</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> don't believe a man who knows he's right</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> don't skip ahead, enjoy your flight</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> be nice to your dog, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> drive slow in the fog</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> convince yourself to write a song</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> change clothes everyday</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> wall ahead when you're late</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> be safe when you're planning to get laid</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> read what you like</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> be on your brother's side</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> it's okay to wonder why</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> but don't expect to understand your life</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> don't expect to understand your life ...<br /><br /></span>(Sarah Bettens - Don't stop)<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-26023443018368449722009-01-17T14:38:00.002+02:002009-01-17T14:44:28.873+02:00Life will go onpentru ca el, Chris Isaak asta, e genial, si piesa a devenit o obsesie in ultimele 5 zile, alaturi de <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwDCNXO-_m0">"Blue Hotel"</a> :)<br /><object width="400" height="343"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/wIV75zFPQr/pv=2"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/wIV75zFPQr/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="343" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br/><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/vZpfWgz/video/rUDATHoR/chrisisaak_life_will_go_on_music_video/">*LIFE Will Go On* - *Chris&ISAAK*</a>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-90290836172464135862009-01-15T15:40:00.005+02:002009-01-15T17:01:37.782+02:00..Bomboane pentru inima..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4p3KKaou4YH-lbFA1x6V5jhyphenhyphen-plSCsT05eCQH9XaGJLjhBFksQv72HimB1uwFe5l-bfqud4ZWs0GaGxquaZsR2glKuVZ98XnKmzESfJdN7a9jokYr7dAEP95hlEksjRyTZ9WWR9wVWos/s1600-h/2325525762_11b2a23ec4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4p3KKaou4YH-lbFA1x6V5jhyphenhyphen-plSCsT05eCQH9XaGJLjhBFksQv72HimB1uwFe5l-bfqud4ZWs0GaGxquaZsR2glKuVZ98XnKmzESfJdN7a9jokYr7dAEP95hlEksjRyTZ9WWR9wVWos/s200/2325525762_11b2a23ec4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291535689086405074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Am doua bomboane.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Una e amara cand nu o tin pe buze,si dulce in rest. E tandra si lipicioasa si are de fiecare data o aroma de zahar ars,delicios si bun.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Cealalta nu o am aproape niciodata pe buze,si ii uit gustul.Dar si cand o am... cand o am ma omoara gandul ca se va topi. Cand nu e, dulceata o am doar in gand. Cand e, dulceata nu se mai termina. Si nici nu mi-as dori. E linistitoare si atat de aproape de gustul inimioarei mele, incat as pastra-o acolo pentru totdeauna. Am auzit ca e cel mai potrivit loc pentru tinut bomboane pentru suflet,si chiar merge.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dar apoi ma gandesc la prima bomboana. Imi sta aproape tot timpul pe buze, si imi place. Ma topesc eu cand sta acolo. Eu inaintea ei. Ma poate duce intr-un paradis de dulce, intr-un gand atat de frumos si atat de placut. Aroma de zahar ars imi ramane mult in suflet dupa ce o tin pe buze, si ma simt fericita. Zaharul ars e al meu, si se lupta cu gustul pretentios al inimioarei mele, din cealalta bomboana.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Si din nou ma gandesc la ea, bomboana in culori inchise, mereu atragatoare, mereu aprinsa. Mereu in gand. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">De ce imi esti mereu in gand? O intreb din cand in cand. Pentru ca eu sunt bomboana ideala pentru tine, pentru ca ma vrei pe mine.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />Si tu, de ce imi esti mereu in gand? Intreb prima bomboana, din cand in cand. Pentru ca eu sunt bomboana ideala pentru toata lumea, dar te vreau pe tine.</span>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-91954699196638548692008-12-23T12:02:00.004+02:002009-01-06T21:35:33.092+02:00Together alone...<span><i><strong>"Atatea lucruri am invatat de la voi, oameni…" si de la tine,dragul meu...<br />"Am invatat ca toata lumea vrea sa traiasca pe varful muntelui, insa fara sa bage de seama ca adevarata fericire rezida in felul in care-l escaladezi…<br />Am invatat ca, atunci cand un nou nascut strange cu pumnul lui micut - pentru prima oara - degetul parintelui, l-a acaparat pentru totdeauna…<br />Am invatat ca un om are dreptul sa se uite in jos la altul, doar atunci cand ar trebui sa-l ajute sa se ridice…<br />Spune intotdeauna ce simti si fa ceea ce gandesti!<br />...<br />Daca as sti ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand voi auzi vocea ta, as inregistra fiecare dintre cuvintele tale pentru a le putea asculta o data si inca o data, pana la infinit...<br />...<br />Intotdeauna exista ziua de maine si viata ne da, de fiecare data, alta oportunitate pentru a face lucrurile bine… Dar, daca gresesc - cumva - si ziua de azi este tot ce ne ramane, mi-ar face placere sa-ti spun cat te iubesc, ca niciodata nu te voi uita..."<br />Iar tu,tu iarta-ma..<br />Iarta-ma pentru sperante, iarta-ma pentru zambete, iarta-ma pentru ganduri, iarta-ma pentru cuvinte. Iarta-ma pentru certuri, jigniri, nehotarari,pentru visele ce le opresc sa se implineasca. Iarta-ma pentru toane, pentru reprosuri, pentru gelozie, pentru ca imi esti inca drag...<br />Sa nu crezi nicio clipa ca nu am fost sincera.Sa nu crezi ca nu mi-am dorit din adancul inimii tot ce ti-am spus ca-mi doresc, chiar daca acum probabil ti se par minciuni.<br />Asta sunt,si oricat de mult as vrea sa cred ca ma pot schimba, ca te pot avea cateva zile sau ore intr-o perioada lunga de timp si-mi e de-ajuns, nu pot...<br />Fiecare secunda fara tine s-ar cuibari acolo, in chestia aia infecta pe care o numim inima, si nimic n-ar mai putea sa o scoata afara. As simti mai mult secundele,durerile, si nu fericirea...<br />Daca gresesc renuntand la noi, am incredere ca Dumnezeu o sa-mi dea puterea sa trec peste regrete, peste gandul ca am pierdut un prieten bun si un om menit sa-si rupa sufletul in doua si sa-mi daruiasca jumatatea cea mai draga lui...<br />Imi doresc sa fim fericiti,nimic mai mult.Sa fim fericiti, fiecare pe drumul lui...<br /><br /></strong></i></span>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-32607267756150873222008-12-19T11:36:00.008+02:002008-12-19T13:20:24.913+02:00Taine,boring party,great people,cam aşa.Fatăăăăăăăăăăă! Ai aşi? Nu bă. Tu ai zecici? Nu bă.Da aşi ai?! NU!<br />Ne-am început mirifica seară în Irish2, pe "Dimineaţa pe răcoare", înghesuiţi la 2 măsuţe spre intrare pentru că, bineînţeles, celelalte erau rezervate şi am jucat Machupichu ca tâmpiţii,încontinuu. Machupichu e un joc de cărţi, asemănător cu Chems, doar că joci pe cont propriu.Ţi se dau 5 cărţi şi apoi,din întrebare în întrebare şi din ghicitoare în ghicitoare le iei sau le predai cărţile celor din joc.Câştigă cel/cei cu cele mai multe perechi de câte 4.(ca să pricepi,trebuie să joci,e prea mult de detaliat şi n-am chef).Deci, ai aşi? Da mă! Câţi? 1. Inimă roşie? Nu. 'te dreq!<br />După berea din Irish am zis că schimbăm locaţia, şi am aterizat oare unde? Evident,TOT în Taine. Indiferent dacă eram cu crush pe chelner, sau plictisite, sau salivând după tipu' de la bar, sau rupte de bete, tot ne-am distrat. Seba ne-a făcut cunoştiinţă cu "jagermeister şi suc de mere (santal)" şi noul prieten ne-a cucerit pe toate şi toţi şi ne-a adus într-o stare excelentă cu doar 7 lei!<br />Muzica din Taine a fost mai mult de chillout de data asta.Chiar freaky la un moment dat, începuseră intrumentale arhicunoscute,de Crăciun, şi cred (asa am auzit eu cel puţin) că au pus şi soundtracku ăla de la Tânăr şi Neliniştit! de ce,nu ştiu. Au cântat ceva inşi, nu prea grozavi, sau cel puţin aşa mi s-a părut mie după ce solista a stricat ritmul pieselor,mai mult balade.<br />Nu ştiu dacă era o seară cu o temă anume, dar clar sper să nu se mai organizeze aşa ceva.<br />Am plecat din Taine cântând Jingle Bells(spre surprinderea noastră, încă ştiam perfect versurile) şi apoi "Să nu-mi iei niciodată dragostea" şi "Ochii tăi" de la Holograf.<br />Am recunoscut asta azi, mâine nu mai recunosc nimic. 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width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDikX4tbyJ9ub1KlRuY7oi46Dz5gyueFe-DwMt1GthxzKAT6vxIiMC9CBOIMWQ1dH0rR9Su0SQfGNXMx1j6xOUKrq7UsIdrzqKoLbCzBqTckTiDoz0FhQcMAQw00mwvyIWW84UmS1-eNE/s400/decembrie_4-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281433136821961842" border="0" /></a>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-37263908438059501542008-12-16T19:07:00.004+02:002008-12-16T19:53:13.074+02:00Spune nu babelor din tramvaie ! =)<div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://the-paprika-effect.blogspot.com/2008/12/micile-satane-bicentenare.html">Campania Fără Babe în Tramvaie !</a> (click inainte de paranteza)<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu9UzIYNyPbSx_s6VrNkRvxwox5hIgZYNXehvwZgslcuFwtxX6JwYydQz1NjibPTIel-aVX_LqZDLuQi2_Wo4Tjq4Htl-KdJ1Rn1KMmc_Wr01Vqr5V_EIAfmjbdjaCPkh6jOzUS-neHPo/s1600-h/grandma2+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu9UzIYNyPbSx_s6VrNkRvxwox5hIgZYNXehvwZgslcuFwtxX6JwYydQz1NjibPTIel-aVX_LqZDLuQi2_Wo4Tjq4Htl-KdJ1Rn1KMmc_Wr01Vqr5V_EIAfmjbdjaCPkh6jOzUS-neHPo/s320/grandma2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280436146882364466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Hahaha :)) din cate am inteles,campania de mai sus (FBT) a fost creata intr-un moment dintre cele pe care imi place sa le numesc "intinderea nervilor,stresului si tensiunii la maxim" sau, mai degraba, "porcusoru' isteric - the return". </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Febletea mea draga,nu zic ca nu ai dreptate.Da,toti cred ca uram babele stresante din tramvaie,autobuze,firobuze,etc. Cel mai mult ma calca pe nervi tantiile si nenii care, vezi doamne, se usuca si pica lati daca impart scaunul cu un strain. Stau langa tine daca ai ocupat un scaun de o persoana,si stau,si stau,si se mai si autoineaca,si stau,si stau frate ca tampitii,desi prin locurile de 2 persoane bate vantu'. I'o trage curentu' te pomenesti!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Aproape la fel de des,tantiile si nenii din tramvaie intra in discutie cu ceilalti,de obicei dimineata in jurul orei 8 sau dupamasa in jurul orei 16. Ceilalti, eu sau tu inclusiv. Nu stiu tu,dar simtul meu olfactiv isi pierde din calitati de fiecare data cand se intampla asta. De ce? Datorita prospetimii respiratiei dansilor - ma depaseste. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> De restul situatiilor in care babele si mosii ne calca pe nervi nu mai amintesc, stim cu totii.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Totusi,am vazut urmatoarea chestie (vezi poza de sub) mai demult, i-am facut si poza, dar am uitat de ea. Manca'ti'ai javra in sos de portocale si guano!! cah</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2KM5XOJM4Tkj3TF3pWOzzw6PI5pJGzuzTi_iAuuv-hzUl5WUReplaU5xU5fi0ezh9fLtDDK_KDI0vy4NEBxdSlfHgJE8Qna1C_p-_U0OrbR5dVYAjjG3GZrH0mSTtczvNEcwgtEU_YN0/s1600-h/DSC01828.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2KM5XOJM4Tkj3TF3pWOzzw6PI5pJGzuzTi_iAuuv-hzUl5WUReplaU5xU5fi0ezh9fLtDDK_KDI0vy4NEBxdSlfHgJE8Qna1C_p-_U0OrbR5dVYAjjG3GZrH0mSTtczvNEcwgtEU_YN0/s320/DSC01828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280437797894972002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">'Of la naiba!in puii mei!'</span>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-59498467141667516322008-11-27T17:44:00.008+02:002008-11-27T18:00:29.198+02:00a fost odata cluj,in imagini.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMnEr7ahWFL25qAWjvSOClK_Nj8T0gjl-Wg14HhykMEmP6NLgrJ_1wicj94c8xdkZRQ1Dfrw3IXB9fW0B6Pw-DqokEc953E9tAle-pRPC6mTHz0aVozSUjRa2fdFl1d6W10gbnXn1M1Kc/s1600-h/noiembrie_329-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikEGaQwK33n6GyghRbAnsvmePf7LLDLUrVuAzD1LDrC4XzkaU3tN23VHNU5fh6SqBEzmdayd-kWXhW6n5P3OGFrlffj4SpaFomdjzkc05r7EklEHNEr_qPdMrwsAuXU99aiDIx79wws60/s400/noiembrie_231-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273364729122289730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl-iaXm204PRkE8KtkgnElJJQ4yyjhcfK7JmO9e7IlhhyphenhyphenhyphenhyphenKO5JwYaFgar0HXY98vYNxSDNceoVjHw5bvITmqqabxDaSEdDX94bYxTFuLFINSe-MHdSyfZIl9G96hG_TbhY6Kx7x5mtjg/s1600-h/noiembrie_341-2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl-iaXm204PRkE8KtkgnElJJQ4yyjhcfK7JmO9e7IlhhyphenhyphenhyphenhyphenKO5JwYaFgar0HXY98vYNxSDNceoVjHw5bvITmqqabxDaSEdDX94bYxTFuLFINSe-MHdSyfZIl9G96hG_TbhY6Kx7x5mtjg/s400/noiembrie_341-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273365881798746626" border="0" /></a>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-22231708623385834752008-11-26T17:34:00.003+02:002008-11-27T00:28:36.343+02:00si acum...<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">surprinzator,<br />gandurile de mai jos<br />s-au dat dracu'.</span><a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf("ubtn-disabled") == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"><div class="cssButtonOuter"><div class="cssButtonMiddle"><div class="cssButtonInner"><br /></div></div></div></a>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-2094161949683575112008-11-21T22:58:00.007+02:002008-11-23T14:10:07.547+02:00a fost odata cluj,si au fost ganduri.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKERtdV1-bILGQIx6m-n4f1PgL24agopSlWZkDlwzdZTey7jQUoqoK-B0wquHpqcl2GZSEG00Si_sFR-orcnMQWyMHKfydpzuGCFydNq2yGyAh90hQahtE2XOj5x3hIok7fyjUP_NK2qs/s1600-h/noiembrie_375-2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKERtdV1-bILGQIx6m-n4f1PgL24agopSlWZkDlwzdZTey7jQUoqoK-B0wquHpqcl2GZSEG00Si_sFR-orcnMQWyMHKfydpzuGCFydNq2yGyAh90hQahtE2XOj5x3hIok7fyjUP_NK2qs/s200/noiembrie_375-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271823743562795090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Mi-ar fi placut sa ajungem impreuna in orasul asta,asa cum am ajuns eu azi,singura.Nu,mint,nu singura,ci cu prieteni mai buni sau mai putin buni,abia cunoscuti.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Mi-ar fi placut sa ne sarutam in superba sinagoga,si sa ne incalzim unul langa altul,de la altul,in gerul de afara. Mi-ar fi placut sa mergem agale prin marele parc,probabil cu un nume,insa nu am fi fost atenti la el.Am fi fost atenti unul la altul,atenti la copacii golasi de frunze,atenti la covorul specific si atat de superb toamna.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Probabil m-am repetat cu "mi-ar fi placut",dar nu-mi pasa, chiar mi-ar fi placut sa fii aici.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Mi-ar fi placut sa privim impreuna Clujul,de sus,de pe cetatuie,sa ma tii in brate,sa ma saruti, si sa-l privim din nou. Sa ramanem acolo,pierduti in priveliste si unul in altul,in frig si in caldura pe care mi-ai purta-o.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Mi-ar fi placut sa te afli acum langa mine,in timp ce scriu randurile astea,din ciclul binecunoscut deja "aberatologie",si sa ma privesti cu drag,sa ma tii de mana si sa-mi fii inspiratie,prezent aici si nu doar in gand.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Mi-esti drag,stii.Mi-esti drag si nu stiu inca de ce.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">... "</span><br />din 'Cluj,18.11.08'Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-58578832082453794002008-11-10T17:32:00.003+02:002008-11-10T18:21:43.743+02:00ck ck ck ckâhhh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-3ijbt_drkhPccDkrt6fb_wsHqE-oaJfjE26WlcyXDL5V14E48dyKziuZjt8MgNkihfgjKgHZ6OMKIUvyOVNBMEheZlSM4TdLXnMeeROFgV9sgUafMo39aVryIIVks-40UxGuJlwcDU/s1600-h/Animation267767676.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-3ijbt_drkhPccDkrt6fb_wsHqE-oaJfjE26WlcyXDL5V14E48dyKziuZjt8MgNkihfgjKgHZ6OMKIUvyOVNBMEheZlSM4TdLXnMeeROFgV9sgUafMo39aVryIIVks-40UxGuJlwcDU/s320/Animation267767676.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267064804022393506" border="0" /></a><br />Uite,nu,nu ai putut pune mana pe sufletelul meu pierdut,de copilas.Ai incercat,ti-a iesit pentru cateva clipe,recunosc,dar n-ai reusit.Daca impresia lasata de mine a fost cu totul alta,imi pare rau.Sau nu-mi pare.In orice caz,ai dat gres,ratiunea nu te-a ajutat prea mult,ci hormonii,si te-au ajutat sa-ti arunci singur pletele lipsa in mocirla,ba chiar sa-ti izbesti capul de tavan.<br />Nu te crezi namila oripilanta?Esti.Nu te crezi urat? Esti,atat pe dinafara cat si pe dinauntru.Nu te crezi rocker de bodega?Esti. Te crezi prezentabil? God no! NU esti. Te crezi simpatic? Pe dracu'! Nu te consideri egoist nu? Esti,chiar unul dat naibii! Te crezi atotstiutor? Pun pariu ca stiai deja ca o sa intreb si asta!<br />Ah,de ce ma consum?La urma urmei,eu sunt fata de noapte,nu vad de fapt cata dreptate ai,in tot ceea ce spui,faci,gandesti.<br />Pusi dulce.Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-76217970756571328202008-11-04T17:35:00.004+02:002008-11-04T17:54:41.083+02:00astăzi aberăm.(text poezie compus în ora de chimie,azi,o frază eu,o frază Ale.Deci şi prin urmare,chimia afectează grav etajul.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiun3LwUGjFS0B0QFi9ai1YRe504KyMt7Le656BnowBpXNilnPIqKFHuIMHVOo2HQLai5_ym8QcFcHpYWXUCwEpP2_me5end7SAYd7523Ra08EPKWF3xLQT-tpuf8NGpeHGrkmzDb-RWJE/s1600-h/retards.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiun3LwUGjFS0B0QFi9ai1YRe504KyMt7Le656BnowBpXNilnPIqKFHuIMHVOo2HQLai5_ym8QcFcHpYWXUCwEpP2_me5end7SAYd7523Ra08EPKWF3xLQT-tpuf8NGpeHGrkmzDb-RWJE/s200/retards.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264830704656943666" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Astăzi mă îndrăgostesc</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"> de Ale T. şi Ale P.<br /></div><br />Doi veveriţi stă pe-un creangă.<br />Unu pupă,altu zbiară<br />Alţii se cacă şi nu fac faţă.<br />Ce faţă? Faţă de raţă.<br />Faţă de raţă scorojită<br />Cum o cacă aşa s-o-nghită.<br />Nu pupa că vreu mânjite<br />Bitte,bitte.<br /><br />Uite-aşa m-am îndrăgostit eu<br />Într-o zi de toamnă ploioasă.<br />O zi futută cu mâţa,<br />În casă.<br />Dară mâţii fute bine<br />Şi pe mine,şi pe tine<br />Şi-n poziţia de ciorchine<br />Şi-n poziţia câinelui,<br />Câinelui vecinului.<br />Câine prost şi fără vlagă,<br />Câine împuţit,măi dragă.<br /><br />Curge pixu de pă foaie,<br />Iar căţelu fute-o oaie.<br />Măi laie,oaie bălaie,<br />Cu bubiţe mici la coaie.<br /></div>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-75270840230456894232008-10-26T21:41:00.006+02:002008-10-27T14:43:05.110+02:00Cu un usor iz de poveste...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDhVA9TQ0yqVkbdTtBdNDJrB6gxSLb2OED8RC3Eqf8Sfr2PES9gjC9rXXuh4CknuH79FUS3LR0y03d-3k2QAhqLCO6O6cFjCIGX1qSRGSLNwSClwTglkd-70jzleHXQPFPu6sJU8CNpKA/s1600-h/GreenHeartFront.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDhVA9TQ0yqVkbdTtBdNDJrB6gxSLb2OED8RC3Eqf8Sfr2PES9gjC9rXXuh4CknuH79FUS3LR0y03d-3k2QAhqLCO6O6cFjCIGX1qSRGSLNwSClwTglkd-70jzleHXQPFPu6sJU8CNpKA/s200/GreenHeartFront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261813152791717810" border="0" /></a>(duminica seara,26 octombrie 2008,bogdana si alexandru gasesc leacul perfect pentru somn si,drept urmare,creeaza o poveste plina de pasiune si tandrete.povestea se regaseste in randurile ce urmeaza.pupicei pentru bogdana)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mireasma verde a iubirii<br /></div><br /> Pe cand muream de somn, imi batea inima-n draci cand am observat cum mia crescut o conopida verzuie pe frunte. Dar nu mi-am facut probleme, pt ca eu aveam solutia ideala,si anume un secret bine pastrat de 5 generatii incoace.Acest secret va trebui sa-l aflu de cum ma trezesc din somnul asta adanc, atunci cand imi va suna ceasul, dar pana atunci ma ingrozesc de conopida asta imensa,dar ma alina fragmentele din vis in care ma gandesc cum ma voi distra cand o sa'mi revad mucu,care ma deranjeaza de fiecare data cand respir adanc ,motiv pentru care am vrut dintotdeauna sa-mi tai nasul.<br /> Dar totusi,cred ca o sa-l mai tin putin,incepe sa-mi placa starea de iritatie in timp ce respir, pt ca scapinatul de fiecare data in nas imi da un aer de superioritate fata de imbecilii care ma inconjoara, cum ar fi multi dintre colegi, dar nu ma deranjeaza,pt ca sufletul conteaza.<br /> In timp ce ma minunez de unii ghiolbani,cei ca mine stau linistiti ascultand melodii folk de cacat,pe care le-am primit de la cineva, totusi melodiile sunt chiar penibile,deci le-am trimis mai departe sa vad daca cineva mai poate asculta asa ceva in ziua de azi. Am descoperit ca se mai gasesc 1,2, mai exact 2,care chiar au o parere buna despre melodiile astea, ei sunt cam sariti de pe fix, insa foarte maturi cand trebuie.<br /> In orice caz acum ei probabil fac sex satanic printr-un parc plin de frunze aramii cazute prada toamnei care tocmai a venit, dar pe ei nu-i deranjeaza vremea, dimpotriva,le stimuleaza apetitul,deoarece frunzele imprastiate prin parul ei ii ajuta sa se simta mai aproape de natura, fapt care ii uneste,si sentimentul nu poate fi comparat nici cu cel mai puternic sentiment de bucurie, nu poate fi egalat, e de nedescris. Ei profita de toamna lor,nestiind ca ar putea fi chiar ultima din viata lor scurta si agitata, asa ca renunta la tot ce le era mai drag pentru a putea sa fuga in lume, sa fie liberi exact cum sunt ei si cum si-au dorit intotdeauna sa fie.<br /> Dar le e teama de consecinte si pana la urma hotarasc sa ramana in acel parc pustiu si minunat pana cand soarele va rasari,o data si inca o data,doar pentru ei.<br /> Ceasul suna si Ludmila se trezi brusc.O deranja mucul, si conopida cea verde si enervanta de pe frunte nu mai era. Respira adanc si zise:pfuai sa-mi bag shtromeleagu'n pitici ce vis am avut!!Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-40278068588754347762008-10-23T17:33:00.012+03:002008-10-23T18:14:01.786+03:00Iubesc ploile...pentru că e toamnă,şi pentru că e la modă să descrii iubirea pentru toamnă, voi dedica şi eu un post acestui anotimp,ireal de frumos pentru cei care-l văd.<br />nu a mai plouat de ceva timp pe la noi (ducă-se naibii încălzirea globală cu decalajele ei) şi încep sa-mi lipsească picăturile reci,rupte din cer.de fiecare dată cînd mă lovesc,mă simt mai "în viaţă",mai liberă,mai liniştită şi nu ştiu şi nu-mi închipui cum aş putea trece prin viaţă fără ploi,fără lacrimile cerului care ne cuprinde pe toţi într-o mare de suflete.<br /><br />piesa de mai jos e interpretată de Maria Magdalena Dănăilă,o zână a muzicii folk,pe versurile Anei Blandiana,iar,după mine,e o piesă perfectă pentru tot ceea ce înseamnă *dragoste de ploaie*<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LG4DBldUREQ&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LG4DBldUREQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Descântec de ploaie</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;">Ana Blandiana</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span>Iubesc ploile, iubesc cu patimă ploile,<br />Înnebunitele ploi şi ploile calme,<br />Ploile feciorelnice şi ploile – dezlănţuite femei,</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span><br />Ploile proaspete şi plictisitoarele ploi fără sfârşit,<br />Iubesc ploile, iubesc cu patimă ploile,<br />Îmi place să mă tăvălesc prin iarba lor albă, înaltă,<br />Îmi place să le rup firele şi să mă plimb cu ele în dinţi,<br />Să amuţească, privindu-mă astfel, bărbaţii.<br />Ştiu că-i urât să spui “Sunt cea mai frumoasă femeie”,<br />E urât şi poate nici nu e adevărat,<br />Dar lasă-mă atunci când plouă,<br />Numai atunci când plouă,<br />Să rostesc magica formulă “Sunt cea mai frumoasă femeie”.<br />Sunt cea mai frumoasă femeie pentru că plouă<br />Şi-mi stă bine cu franjurii ploii în păr,<br />Sunt cea mai frumoasă femeie pentru că-i vânt<br />Şi rochia se zbate disperată să-mi ascundă genunchii,<br />Sunt cea mai frumoasă femeie pentru că tu<br />Eşti departe plecat şi eu te aştept,<br />Şi tu ştii că te-aştept,<br />Sunt cea mai frumoasă femeie şi ştiu să aştept,<br />Şi totuşi aştept.<br />E-n aer miros de dragoste viu,<br />Şi toţi trecătorii adulmecă ploaia să-i simtă mirosul,<br />Pe-o asemenea ploaie poţi să te îndrăgosteşti fulgerător,<br />Toţi trecătorii sunt îndrăgostiţi,<br />Şi eu te aştept.<br />Doar tu ştii –<br />Iubesc ploile,<br />Iubesc cu patimă ploile,<br />Înnebunitele ploi şi ploile calme,<br />Ploile feciorelnice şi ploile – dezlănţuite femei... </span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman,times,serif;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span></span>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-1345849881772659312008-10-21T19:09:00.011+03:002008-10-21T20:06:16.834+03:00Săptămâna trecută,în prea puţine rânduri<a onblur="try 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cartea,aşa cum speram (nu fiţi dezamăgiţi,nu mă refeream la nume,ci la mesajul feminist pe care trebuia să-l transmită,care a înârziat să apară) ;în concluzie, nu mi-a prea plăcut.<br />Duminică,după o scurtă plimbare matinală prin Arad, am sărbătorit o saptămână de când nu mai mergea netu (ca să vezi ce face omu din plictiseală) şi am gustat vinul alb demi sec Recaş,la Festivalul Vinului,ediţia a naiba ştie.L-am gustat până am adormit,cumva...<br />Am mai scris nişte tragico-texte pe parcursul săptămânii fantomă,poate le postez,poate nu,în orice caz închei cu "sus paharu!" şi "dumniezăii sfinţilor greci ai bieloruşilor ardeleni chiftelaţi fie cu voi!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGI8BxXJfZ3f0jPLoqvb9INBAr2O1FzdaU782g0GBPUgazVjwCbhGfqh2J3g4ewpQ2GXwe4k_TqUe0oLaR9D8kum2Sj3MRHUSjrCLx4LGMfzGN7E9BmRM5RlRFfMxkoW2JYs7g1zH5D0c/s1600-h/octombrie_934.JPG"><img style="cursor: 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src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0A3-741Dj9eW50s_J6OpgW_JjJvGtyZP2EP8uZzYeP130SbHya1fKwE8fw0ALZTuzf0i8hi-mzCtxdUwulb_3ZaPAIXD6D1XSxRvxt6a4xK6SEkI_lWkQ_3vZwzPFD6eSlSOTyNnIRk/s400/octombrie_1367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259654122380445586" border="0" /></a>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00031408029582322888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189553437607775575.post-25503959895992275832008-10-10T19:06:00.005+03:002008-10-10T19:34:10.274+03:00la o cruce.asa,ca de toamna<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFRDI7-SJh5PRzTw4cFthEj33_7KRyu_QAhAt1yUwDOzvX2CBNSLztR_jrvEaPjQGZDUY_6fLND0yWri_NcDRK8YkKawOAU9JiuEl1kyhBoquIUx4zpNQ2MsXKJTM5Tb-D667rzn-IhpA/s1600-h/octombrie_677-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" 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