<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089</id><updated>2012-01-12T13:10:11.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suflet de copil</title><subtitle type='html'>amintirea unor taceri ce nu le.am meritat</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-727863975338654877</id><published>2011-12-28T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T07:26:41.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise.. every time she closed her eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="80" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/pisoyahs/e9f9923bde808d" width="448"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si candva spuneam ca nu mai e nimeni ca tine..&lt;br /&gt;dar acum stiu sigur ca asa e. intradevar nimeni nu poate distruge o inima in halul asta, doar fiind sigur ca o sa bata mereu si mereu la fel.&lt;br /&gt;De parca o inima bate doar cand ii spui,&lt;br /&gt;de parca tu esti totul&lt;br /&gt;de parca toata lumea e a ta&lt;br /&gt;de parca numai tu castigi, si restul pierd..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;pentru ca mereu apareai cand reuseam sa cred in ceeva, si strigai stiind ca tacerea mea te acopera, si mereu ma intorceai din drum.&lt;br /&gt;Candva am intins mana spre tine, sperand sa vezi cata nevoie aveam sa o prinzi, ochii mei nu voiau sa te vada decat pe tine, iar tu te ascundeai, ai ales sa te imbulzesti printre oamenii din jurul tau fara nici un rost, sa le spui sa se grabeasca si sa.ti faca loc sa treci printre ei, orice numai sa nu fi aici.&lt;br /&gt;Si toate astea fiindca ai crezut ca esti de neinlocuit,&lt;br /&gt;ei bine uite ca nu.i asa, ai crezut ca am sa te astept mereu si mereu sa te schimbi, dar m.am indepartat, iar acum tu asupra mea nu mai ai nici un efect.&lt;br /&gt;Azi sunt fericita si ghici e pentru prima data cand nu.i din cauza ta, si sa.ti mai spun ca nici macar tu nu m.ai facut vreodata atat de fericita?&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca poate nu.ti pasa, dar vreau sa sti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca venit timpul sa ma retrag, de data asta de tot! fiindca acum tu pentru mine nu esti decat o simpla umbra ce.si cauta trupul, iar eu n.am de gand sa mai fac parte din lumea ta bolnava, pentru ca acum te urasc pentru tot, te urasc si n.am crezut sa simt sau sa spun asta vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum in mintea mea e loc doar pentru el!&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca il iubesc, si il iubesc tot atat de mult cat iubeste oricine aerul proaspat de munte, si soarele verii, tot atat de mult cat iubeste oricine valurile marii, cerul senin si primii fulgi de nea, il iubesc ca pe mine insumi, si il voi iubi pana la ultima suflare a mea.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca acum e singurul care conteaza pentru mine, si a venit cum vine dimineata dupa o noapte de cosmar, si a venit cand nu mai credeam in nimeni si nimic. A venit fara sa ii cer, iar acum imi doresc sa nu mai plece niciodata, si vreau sa traiesc fara teama ca il pot pierde intr.o zi.&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu ca &amp;nbsp;nu stiu sa ma fac inteleasa, iar uneori sunt nervoasa si acida, actionez fara sa gandesc, spun multe fara sa.mi dau seama, dar il iubesc indiferent de felul meu de a fi si de cum ma comport.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca e persoana in care mi.am regasit o multime de ganduri, de sperante, de vise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hU-vkSdGTB4/TvspWNKte9I/AAAAAAAAA9E/t6rlWBKGwfI/s1600/IMG_0636mod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hU-vkSdGTB4/TvspWNKte9I/AAAAAAAAA9E/t6rlWBKGwfI/s320/IMG_0636mod.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce il iubesc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca sunt in stare sa intorc pamantul invers doar sa nu.l pierd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca e dovada cea mai clara ca ingerii exista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca il privesc si imi ajunge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥pentru ca ma face fericita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥pentru ca nu exista dimineata sa nu ma prinda cu el in gand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥pentru ca e special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥pentru ca a aparut exact cand aveam nevoie de cineva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca m.am atasat de el mult prea repede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru felul firesc in care isi exprima dorintele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ochii lui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca imi hraneste inima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca atunci cand il tin de mana stiu ca nu sunt singura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca mi.a aratat ca intre soare si prapastie exista si pamant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca e echilibrul meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca ma face sa zambesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca uneori e atat de copil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca incearca sa ma inteleaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca imi lipseste cand nu e langa mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca nu ma mai satur de el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca nu ma plictisesc niciodata cand sunt cu el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca exista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca ma suporta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca nici o viata nu mi.ar ajunge sa.i multumesc ca exista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9UCxINLsRYk/Tvspb2ctxgI/AAAAAAAAA9M/dCYGgEDFXCg/s1600/IMG_0650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9UCxINLsRYk/Tvspb2ctxgI/AAAAAAAAA9M/dCYGgEDFXCg/s320/IMG_0650.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca mi.a redat speranta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca l.am asteptat intr.un colt de eternitate si a venit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca m.a facut sa iubesc din nou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca uneori ma lasa fara cuvinte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca m.a facut sa uit trecutul, si sa ma nasc &amp;nbsp;poate pentru ultima data&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca mi.a redat puterea sa zambesc fara sa fie nevoie sa ascund ceva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca m.a dezlipit de trecut atat de suav, fara sa ma raneasca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca nu e minut in care sa nu ma gandesc macar o secunda la el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca atunci cand nu e langa mine, timpul pare o eternitate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca ucide timpul cu simpla lui prezenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca privirea lui desprinsa parca din alte lumi ma implora sa.l ador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca e culoarea ce lipsea din curcubeul meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca e dulce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca noaptea.mi aduce soarele si.l spulbera in mii de stele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca parfumul lui imi patrunde prin pori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca as sta o viata intreaga langa el, si inca putin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca ma hraneste su sperante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca ma hraneste cu vise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca daca e el, nu mai am nevoie de nimic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca sunt gata sa mor oricand pentru el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca atunci cand sunt cu el sunt fericita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca ma simt cea mai norocoasa din lume fiindca.i al meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca nu ma judeca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca imi e prieten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca desi nu ma intelege mereu, macar incearca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca are un suflet cald si minunat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca simte cand nu.mi e bine[si ma enerveaza uneori:-l]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca sunt fericita, si doar el e de vina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca mi.as dori in fiecare clipa sa fiu langa el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca inima imi explodeaza, si nu inteleg unde incape atata iubire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca e mai simplu sa il am pe el, decat sa imbratisesz omenirea intreaga de care as avea nevoie sa.l inlocuiesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru cateva sperante care m.au facut sa cred in el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca fiecare gand zboara sper el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca printre atatea nenorociri vreau doar sa.l iubesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca vreau sa fie fericit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca mi.e drag de el si vreau sa.l vad mereu zambind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca langa el lumea e un loc mult mai fericit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca e paradisul meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca privrea lui am s.o tin minte toata viata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca atunci cand vreau sa.l fac fericit nu stau pe ganduri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca o clipa langa el n.as putea s.o uit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca alaturi de el vreau sa fac imposibilul sa fie posibil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca as ocoli pamantu-ntreg doar ca sa.i vad privirea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca de.ar fi sa moara un om de dragul lui, vreau sa fi eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca langa el vreau sa inventez ceea ce nu exista, fiindca ceea ce exista deja apartine tuturor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca printr.o simpla idee m.a facut sa simt ca nu pedalez in gol, si ca merg intr.o directie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca e singurul care ma indeparteaza de mine insumi si ma apropie de adevar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca cele mai simple lucruri pentru noi sunt minuni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca nu stiu pe cine as fi iubit daca nu exista el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca nimeni nu.l poate inlocui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca atunci cand sunt cu el bataile inimii nu se mai disting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca acum nu.mi mai pasa de reguli, de limite, de bariere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca el e minunea mea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca il iubesc ca si cum nu ar mai exista maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca fericirea noastra e reala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca ma face sa ma simt speciala chiar daca nu sunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca ma face sa.mi doresc sa fiu frumoasa pentru el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca se chinuie fara succes sa ascunda ca si el e fragil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca il iubesc, si doar el ar gandi ca acest lucru necesita explicatie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;♥pentru ca doar el imi da motive sa zambesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca pentru el as opri timpul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca pentru el as culege o stea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca nimic nu e imposibil daca o fac pentru el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca prin el iubesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;♥pentru ca il iubesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥pentru ca nu ma crede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ♥pentru ca nu stie toate astea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJGGActAA8/TvspnsXhZBI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Sk1HAU0wMTI/s1600/DSCN3136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJGGActAA8/TvspnsXhZBI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Sk1HAU0wMTI/s320/DSCN3136.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 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left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida 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type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="33" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Veneziana/0db0ca6a852248.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="username=Veneziana&amp;amp;hash=0db0ca6a852248&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Veneziana/0db0ca6a852248.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=Veneziana&amp;amp;hash=0db0ca6a852248&amp;amp;miniMode=true" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tlpLjfZ-ltA/TrLVkt4eNTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/biL8nei4vn4/s1600/IMG_0116md.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tlpLjfZ-ltA/TrLVkt4eNTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/biL8nei4vn4/s320/IMG_0116md.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ce voiam?&lt;br /&gt;Totul! pentru ca era vorba de tine, nu de altii.&lt;br /&gt;Si acum?&lt;br /&gt;Te caut...si poate incerc sa te uit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si daca vreau sa te uit, cum as putea sa traiesc fara imaginea ta?&lt;br /&gt;Merg pe strada, sunt atatia cu care te confund, inima imi bate din ce in ce mai tare... ma apropii... seamana cu tine dar nu au ochii tai..&lt;br /&gt;Ochii tai verzi ce mi.au provocat insomnii nopti la rand, ce mi s.au fixat pe retina ochilor ca un fier incins.&lt;br /&gt;Iar inima inca mai tremura cand iti aude numele.&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu caut motive sa te urasc, sa te uit si caut puterea de a iubi din nou.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Da.mi inima inapoi, sau ce a mai ramas din ea, daca a mai ramas ceva..&lt;br /&gt;... si mai da.mi 5 minute sa te strang in brate, apoi lasa.ma sa mor in bratele tale, ca mai tarziu sa fiu un inger ce te vegheaza, ce te mangaie usor in timp ce dormi... si pleaca departe pana sa te trezesti.. n.ai sa stii de prezenta mea, si sa ma ierti daca uneori am sa mai uit cate o lacrima pe perna ta.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau nimic mai mult.. decat 5 minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3h0RRS07wJw/TrLWJf704GI/AAAAAAAAA84/xGVYN-jrK7A/s1600/IMG_0400mod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3h0RRS07wJw/TrLWJf704GI/AAAAAAAAA84/xGVYN-jrK7A/s320/IMG_0400mod.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum tremur la gandul ca s.ar putea sa fii nefericit, si nu fac altceva decat sa iubesc, si nu iubesc cu o iubire egoista, ci cu o iubire care ofera totul, neasteptand nimic in schimb... dar se pare ca noua, cu cat un lucru ne este mai drag, cu atat il vindem mai ieftin...&lt;br /&gt;si nu regret decat faptul ca n.am aruncat sperantele, gandurile, sentimentele cat am avut ocazia, inainte sa fie prea tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Te.as cere inapoi. insa n.am cui te cere&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Si restul e numai fum si tacere.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Pentru ca in visul asta, acum ploua si e trist&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Iar tu nu esti in el...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; .....asa cum ai promis.&lt;br /&gt;Si cu toate defectele tale, pentru mine o sa ramai acelasi om perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi.e dor de tine, si fara sa mai spun ceva...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ... inchei aici ca doare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-1346608079959998882?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/1346608079959998882/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-and-on-rain-will-say-how-fragile-we.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/1346608079959998882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/1346608079959998882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-and-on-rain-will-say-how-fragile-we.html' title='On and on the rain will say how fragile we are...'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tlpLjfZ-ltA/TrLVkt4eNTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/biL8nei4vn4/s72-c/IMG_0116md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-1074529132851708477</id><published>2011-10-04T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T14:08:52.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In silent moments imagine you'd be here</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;[...si te mai vad din cand in cand, esti la fel... ochii iti sunt tristi.. dar inca mai zambesti]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aYJCZTvNf0U/Tot0wM16qfI/AAAAAAAAA8U/dlPCUKppBeI/s1600/IMG_0079mod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aYJCZTvNf0U/Tot0wM16qfI/AAAAAAAAA8U/dlPCUKppBeI/s320/IMG_0079mod.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mai stii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;... mi.ai spus candva ca ai vrea sa opresti timpul in loc atunci si acolo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;te.am intrebat de ce?..si mi.ai raspuns ca vrei sa fie asa tot timpul, sa.mi asculti bataile inimii, sa ma ai langa tine mereu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;N.am zis nimic, stiam ca n.avea rost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;..iar tu stiai perfect ca timpul in loc n.ai sa poti sa.l opresti niciodata.. dar nu de asta era nevoie.. nu timpul iti decide soarta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Candva momente de neuitat, acum doar amintiri ce pentru mine au devenit obsesie si am pierdut mult din sperante..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;...si amintirile astea sunt atat de incomode, ca o haina ce parca.i lipita de suflet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flUkio_0wNM/Tot0swN3c_I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Ue8bRFZoVQU/s1600/IMG_0148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flUkio_0wNM/Tot0swN3c_I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Ue8bRFZoVQU/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inca te mai aud, chiar daca acum esti mai departe decat mi.am imaginat vreo-data ca vei fi, parca iti mai aud vocea din cand in cand, nu sunt sigura ca e a ta.. e schimbata dar imposibil sa n.o recunosc..caci n.am uitat.o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Stelele ce candva imi pareau atat de aproape, si puteam sa le ating.. acum sunt atat de departe incat abea le ating cu privirea... intr.o seara erai aici langa mine... nu spuneai nimic.. te uitai la mine si zambeai, nici eu n.am avut curaj sa rup tacerea de frica sa nu dispari.. stiam ca nu esti real... dar erai aici..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Si dintr.o data privirea ti s.a desprins de pe fata si a zburat prin fereastra deschisa si s.a pierdut printre stele si nori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Si norii pluteau, si luau alte si alte forme, mereu altele... trecand peste gandurile mele, facandu.le sa se rupa in mii de bucatele si sa se piarda...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;caci n.are rost.. asta.mi spun ei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Care ei?ei ceilalti, in care tu credeai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dar ce stiu ei despre tine?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;......ce stiu ei despre mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Si m.au intrebat unde mi.au fost ochii de am lasat un sarpe ca tine sa se cuibareasca in inima mea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;..si eu stiu ca n.am lasat un sarpe, am lasat o vipera sa.mi manance din batai, sa.mi bea sangele si sa.l inlocuiasca cu venin.. si veninul sa.mi curga prin vene...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;..si ce le pasa lor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dlLxiiCRCo/Tot0xyooKAI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/kHuUbt-tH_Y/s1600/IMG_0124mod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dlLxiiCRCo/Tot0xyooKAI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/kHuUbt-tH_Y/s320/IMG_0124mod.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ce stiu ei despre tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ce stiu ei despre tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dar cine sunt ei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cine le da dreptul sa arunce cu noroi in tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cine le da dreptul sa.mi spuna mie ca gresesc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cine sunt ei sa.mi spuna ce meriti tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.. si tu aveai incredere in ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;si mi.au mai spus ca in locul tau pot pune pe oricare altul, sa.l iubesc si sa merite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;iar eu am tacut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ...stiam ca au dreptate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;dar ce nu stiu ei e ca sunt imagini ce mi.au ramas imprimate pe retina si franturi de replici spuse candva, crestate.n inima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dar ce stiu ei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ce stiu ei despre tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Spune.mi tu! ce au ei cu tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...iar tu m.ai aruncat de pe pamant in spatiul cuvintelor fara sens,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;unde intrebarile nu.si gasesc raspunsul..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;unde lacrimile nu se evapora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;unde cuvintele nu.si gasesc rostul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;...iar eu nu.mi gasesc &amp;nbsp;linistea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pana cand? pana cand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Si acum ma uit la cerul instelat si ma intreb cum pot trai oameni atat de rai sub un astfel de cer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-586248772837185952</id><published>2011-06-20T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T06:57:09.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unde candva erai tot, acum esti nimic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0Ju0SgM9PQ/Tf8pHHmzkwI/AAAAAAAAA8M/_dDxZf4Xv-A/s1600/IMG_0047m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0Ju0SgM9PQ/Tf8pHHmzkwI/AAAAAAAAA8M/_dDxZf4Xv-A/s320/IMG_0047m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si uneori ma trezesc tarziu in noapte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;...si te strig cat pot de tare, vreau sa ma auzi, vreau sa ma intelegi...vreau sa.ti mai aud vocea ce cusuta.n inima a ramas de atunci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pentru ca imi e dor de vocea ta, de chipul tau, de ochii tai, pentru ca mi.ai fost atat de drag.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mi.e greu, stii asta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nebunia iar ma rupe, si ma trezesc din nou in colivia asta in care m.ai inchis...vreau sa zbor de aici, dar cum? si cand privesc in sus, intr.un colt de cer tot ce vad e '' daca vrei sa scapi de aici UITA TOT!!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As vrea sa uit, sa merg mai departe...doar de.ar fi mai usor...am in minte privirea ta din trecut...doi ochi calzi, blanzi, privire in care aveam incredere..si care n.as fi crezut ca o sa ma dezamageasca vreodata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...si acum ochii aceia au devenit reci, goi, transparenti, grei..ochi de plumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Si am vrut sa plec.. imi era dor de soare... dar m.ai inchis aici, mi.ai aratat ca n.am unde sa plec, m.ai facut sa cred ca aici e locul meu... macar de mi.ai fi spus sa raman pentru ca ai nevoie de cineva acolo... si eu te priveam si imi era de ajuns sa inteleg ca nu pot sa plec asa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dar tu de ce poti?De ce poti sa pleci si sa te intorci cand vrei? si de ce de fiecare data te intorci tot mai rece? De ce te intorci doar sa nu.mi dai voie sa merg mai departe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dar azi, azi uit tot...si da, azi plec!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...esti otravit de ura, nu faci decat sa transformi iubirea in ura, si sa te las asa ar fi fost ultimul gand... dar ce pot sa fac?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQm9FtgBAbM/Tf8pFZuAJ4I/AAAAAAAAA8I/iLX7bTC8sEM/s1600/IMG_0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQm9FtgBAbM/Tf8pFZuAJ4I/AAAAAAAAA8I/iLX7bTC8sEM/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tu n.o sa te schimbi niciodata, si nu faci decat sa.mi reprosezi mie ca nu stiu ce inseamna sa.ti pese...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...si nu.i asa...si daca e asa.. de la tine am invatat asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Si ramai asa, poate o sa gasesti candva o persoana speciala ce o sa.ti redea culoarea ochilor, dar sa nu ma uiti... sau uita, fa ce vrei... chiar daca uneori sa.ti mai aud vocea un minut imi doresc, doar asa sa n.o uit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dar gata, s.a terminat! azi chiar plec, am gasit puterea sa merg mai departe, e sansa mea si n.o voi rata pentru ca vreau sa fiu fericita din nou, si sper sa reusesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dar iti promit&amp;nbsp; ca o sa ma mai intorc din cand in cand pe aici...de data asta cu gandul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;.....si cu toate astea n.o sa te uit, o sa te tin minte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Si imi doream sa privim stelele macar odata [asa cum ai zis]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Si imi doream sa ma trezesc in noapte sa te privesc cum dormi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Si imi doream sa te strang in brate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Si imi doream sa zambesc doar pentru tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Si imi doream sa,ti spun ca totul va fi bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Si imi doream sa te ascult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Si imi doream sa.ti fiu alaturi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Si imi doream ca macar odata sa am curaj sa.ti spun tot ce simt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Si imi doream sa te fac fericit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Si mai mult ca orice, imi doream sa.ti spun cat te iubesc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; ...si toate astea pentru ca mi.as fi dorit ca macar atunci cand sufletul mi s.a rupt in mii de bucatele sa nu fiu judecata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-586248772837185952?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Lovita de privirea ta&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; M.a prins in lanturi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Viori cantau, ploua in geam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Iar dupa usa auzeam&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In strada vanturi.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Le spun, nu.l mai dau eu nimanui&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; De moare vreau in groapa luï&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sa cad petala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-167724604498391414?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TTyhzzmzl6I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Y0G2_jRru0w/s72-c/IMG_0671m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-8228230472334924872</id><published>2010-11-07T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T16:18:23.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is just illusion trying to change you</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;object height="33" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/vizinviz/c2aca9365cd0b7.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="username=vizinviz&amp;amp;hash=c2aca9365cd0b7&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/vizinviz/c2aca9365cd0b7.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=vizinviz&amp;amp;hash=c2aca9365cd0b7&amp;amp;miniMode=true" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TNcrvmTnBNI/AAAAAAAAAxU/PTWGf00L7mI/s1600/IMG0231Amod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TNcrvmTnBNI/AAAAAAAAAxU/PTWGf00L7mI/s320/IMG0231Amod.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da... desi nu ti.am zis nicicand... doare..pentru ca am crezut in vorbe si am pierdut.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Pentru ca sunt lucruri ce dor, nu fizic...ci psihic.. de aceea uneori imi doresc sa mai fiu copil, caci juliturile din genunchi se vindeca mai usor decat inimile rupte.&lt;br /&gt;Ah. durere sedata.&lt;br /&gt;sedata de sperante.&lt;br /&gt;sperante spulberate.&lt;br /&gt;spulberate de nepasarea ta...si totusi inca neatinse, se zbat.&lt;br /&gt;se zbat degeaba pentru ca eu n.o sa le ating niciodata... n.o sa mai lupt pentru asta vreodata...le las sa zboare fiindca eu n.am reusit, caci tu n.ai mai ramas inca putin sa.mi creasca aripile sa pot sa zbor.&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi uneori reusesc sa zambesc, e adevarat ca.i un zambet tamp...ca.i doar pe dinfara, caci pe dinauntru sunt o leguma.dar conteaza si uneori imi da o stare de bine.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tigari si zambete.&lt;br /&gt;a venit toama.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; culori noi.&lt;br /&gt;e mai frig.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lacrimi uscate de adierea vantului rece de toamna.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; inima incetosata.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dezamagire si spaima impietrificate in mine.&lt;br /&gt;clipe de liniste.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; clipe de tacere.n haos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sunete ce le caut cu disperare&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;sunete de care mi.e dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TNcrxhKW4AI/AAAAAAAAAxg/bjd7LOI5T_I/s1600/IMG0064Amod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TNcrxhKW4AI/AAAAAAAAAxg/bjd7LOI5T_I/s320/IMG0064Amod.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[sunetul calatoreste cu aproximativ 335 de metrii pe secunda. adica aproximativ o treime de kilometru, iar tu te aflii probabil la aproximativ 5 km de mine. daca te strig acum o sa ma auzi cam peste aproximativ 1.5 minute]&lt;br /&gt;Te strig din pragul usi fiindca stiu ca nu ma vei auzi.&lt;br /&gt;te strig sperand ca imi vei raspunde candva.&lt;br /&gt;te strig pentru ca mi.e dor de vocea ta.&lt;br /&gt;te strig caci nu vreau sa.ti uit vocea.&lt;br /&gt;te strig chiar daca nu mai am voce si putere s.o mai fac&lt;br /&gt;...te strig degeaba...pentru ca zgomotele pe care vreau sa le aud sunt mult prea departe.&lt;br /&gt;Tacere din nou. inchid ochii. ma intorc cu gandul si cu inima inapoi putin, pentru ca mi.e dor. ma intorc pana la clipa pe care vreau s.o opresc..&lt;br /&gt;Clipa ramai!&lt;br /&gt;.....degeaba caci e o porunca de care timpul nu asculta niciodata..&lt;br /&gt;Deschid ochii, sunt tot aici.&lt;br /&gt;e liniste. imi fac inima sa bata, caci a uitat ce inseamna sa pulseze sange intr.un corp mut.&lt;br /&gt;Amintiri. trecut. amintiri. imagini. sunete. culori. amintiri si iar amintiri. amintiri ce nu ma ucid, dar fac ranile sa doara si sa sangereze din nou.&lt;br /&gt;si cum sa stergi amintirile?&amp;nbsp; ca doar asta lasam in urma noastra...si uneori doar ele ma fac sa zambesc cu ochii inchisi si plini de lacrimi... si zambesc gandindu.ma ca soarele a rasarit in fiecare alta zi si nimeni si nimic nu l.a oprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TNcrwSBXhzI/AAAAAAAAAxY/d3kJ3zoCy9E/s1600/IMG0061Amod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TNcrwSBXhzI/AAAAAAAAAxY/d3kJ3zoCy9E/s320/IMG0061Amod.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si poate candva...&lt;br /&gt;o sa ajung sa visez.&lt;br /&gt;o sa ajung sa iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;o sa ajung sa nu mai iert ceea ce mi se greseste.&lt;br /&gt;o sa ajung sa zambesc cum o faceam odata, nu doar pe dinafara.&lt;br /&gt;o sa.mi recapat sufletul smuls candva.&lt;br /&gt;o sa zambesc pentru cineva mai special decat tine, si sper sa merite caci tu n.ai meritat.&lt;br /&gt;si n.o sa plec niciodata asa cum ai facut.o tu.&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca eu n.am incercat decat sa iubesc un suflet cu o inima de piatra care&amp;nbsp; nu stie sa iubeasca, stie doar sa urasca.&lt;br /&gt;si totusi n.o sa te uit. ii tin minte pe toti care au plecat.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..si cate de drag imi erai odata.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...si la cate as fi renuntat doar ca sa te vad fericit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si poate candva o sa citesti din intamplare aceste randuri, in care as vrea sa fi ce nu mai esti.&lt;br /&gt;si sa stii ca n.am sa strivesc eu visul sub picioare, asa cum ai facut tu..eu n.am sa patez cu vorbe ce mi.e drag.&lt;br /&gt;...as fi putut sa spun ca esti ca oricare..dar n.o voi face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caci oricine poate ajunge la tine, te poate atinge, te poate rani si parasii...si sa stii ca eu n.am vrut decat sa te iubesc si sa te vad fericit. pacat ca tie nu ti.a pasat deloc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...si stiu ca poate candva vei trece pe aici...si stii foarte bine ca despre tine e vorba:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Please don't go&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm begging you please&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Please don't leave here&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don't want you to hate&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For all the hurt that you feel&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The world is just illusion&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Trying to change you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TNcrxCPzaKI/AAAAAAAAAxc/N8mJK6mVdF4/s1600/IMG0062Amod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" 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href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/11/da.html' title='The world is just illusion trying to change you'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TNcrvmTnBNI/AAAAAAAAAxU/PTWGf00L7mI/s72-c/IMG0231Amod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-6425777342598128819</id><published>2010-10-23T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T15:59:06.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in loc de suflet ce pun acum?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="33" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Mmaximmus/972cd8a7104763.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="username=Mmaximmus&amp;amp;hash=972cd8a7104763&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Mmaximmus/972cd8a7104763.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=Mmaximmus&amp;amp;hash=972cd8a7104763&amp;amp;miniMode=true" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caci vocea ta inca ma alina. si nu voiam decat sa.mi promiti ca n.o sa ma lasi singura in lumea asta.&lt;br /&gt;Parca a fost o joaca, si se pare ca m.am jucat cu o papusa ce imita sentimente, caci ai trecut prin mine ca printr.un asfalt cald si ai lasat urme. pentru ca esti tot ce conteaza aici si pentru ca asta e ceea ce poti schimba numai tu.&lt;br /&gt;Caci tot ce trece, trece, se uita dar lasa urme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TMNmnvJoMEI/AAAAAAAAAw0/cQXg6ZsnbzA/s1600/IMG8479Amod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TMNmnvJoMEI/AAAAAAAAAw0/cQXg6ZsnbzA/s320/IMG8479Amod.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Si acum simt cum cortina disperarii se lasa asupra mea si ma intreb de ce nu pot sa fac ceea ce vreau cu adevarat sa fac.&lt;br /&gt;Si incerc sa traiesc acum neimpovarata de trecut si inconstienta de spaimele viitorului, dar totusi nu pot s.o fac, ma simt atat de bantuita de trecut si de viitor incat nu pot decat sa sar trecator prin ceea ce mi se intampla acum.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si mi.e dor de acea vreme in care nu eram incarcata de amintiri grele si dureroase, de aceste ramasite ale trecutului ce nu.mi dau pace...si imi pare rau ca nu pot sa le arunc sau sa le sterg pur si simplu.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Si incerc sa ma eliberez de toate impedimentele atentiei: agitatie, furie, tristete, dor nemarginit, indoiala, dorinta si somnolenta, pentru ca mintea mea e ca un camp de lupta, unde incerc sa alung amintirile zgomotoase si sa las toate gandurile sa se scurga in afara mea.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pentru ca fericirea e ceva ce nu o sa ating probabil niciodata, dar o sa alerg in cautarea ei toata viata.Si stiu ca nimic nu e permanent, pentru ca totul trece, totul aluneca prin fata noastra la fel de ferm si irevocabil ca un peisaj vazut prin fereastra trenului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si candva o sa ma indepartez de viata, o sa ma relaxez si o sa observ spectacolul trecator, pentru ca viata e suferinta, iar suferinta e cauzata de legaturi si antidotul e greu de gasit....si ce rost mai are? mai ales cand&amp;nbsp; nu vad decat renuntare, sacrificiu, limitare, resemnare, pentru ce sa mai lupt?&lt;br /&gt;Si cand o sa reusesc sa ma indepartez o sa creez o stea care danseaza in tot haosul asta si o sa redea lipsa sperantei mele pentru un viitor mai bun, in schimb o sa fie peste tot si nicaieri, o sa.i invete pe ceilalti sa zambeasca, sa iubeasca si sa infloreasca ca o floare nu pentru a fi vazuti, ci pentru ei, sa le faca placere lor nu celorlalti... caci bucuria de a fi consta in a fi si a te multumi pe tine insuti.&lt;br /&gt;Si apoi o sa fac un pas mai departe si o sa uit prostul obicei de a prinde sagetile trase spre mine, ca mai apoi sa ma impung singura cu ele.&lt;br /&gt;O sa uit si o sa ma indepartez incet de ceea ce ma doare si ma face uneori sa plang, o sa.mi adun cu grija toate cioburile infipte adanc in inima si o sa las golurile alea pentru cei intarziati.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dar pana atunci o sa indur tacerea, totul de dragul unui zambet pierdut.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca tot ce tu n.ai de spus, e un gand ce.a fost sa fie dus&lt;br /&gt;si n.ai sa fi al meu...&lt;br /&gt;o zi macar de.ai sta cu mine in gand.&lt;br /&gt;Prea multe sentimente ascunse...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; si nu stiu de ce amintirea ta e cea care ma raneste...dar spune.mi tu in loc de suflet ce pun acum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TMNnDHmU2GI/AAAAAAAAAw8/tnf9zC3tRVk/s1600/IMG8524Amodddd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" 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NIMIC…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;de ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Era atat de simplu,dar nu ai facut NIMIC sa ma pastrezi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;era atat de simplu,nu vroiam ceva complicat pt ca cele mai simple lucruri sunt minuni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Din cauza ta urasc multe lucruri,fiecare lucru care imi aminteste de tine il urasc..numai pt ca te-am iubit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Toti spun ca nu m-ai meritat si stiu ca au dreptate,dar ei nu stiu sau nu vor sa inteleaga ca te-am iubit si nu pot sa las totul in urma ca si cum nu ar fi fost NIMIC,iar ceilalti dau sfaturi,dar nu vor sa inteleaga ca nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;pot sa uit totul asa pur si simplu..cel putin mie mi-e imposibil sa las totul in trecut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Si stiu ca sunt o fraiera pt ca nu pot sa merg inainte si mereu ma intorc in trecut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Imi amintesc de tine,de noi,de tot ce a fost si nu va mai fi,de ceea ce as fi vrut sa fie si nu era…si toate astea din cauza ca pt tine au contat mai mult ceilalti decat mine.Stiu ca ma vrei inapoi,dar se pare ca ai pierdut tot si oricat as tine la tine nu m-as intoarce pt ca te vei purta la fel,asa esti tu si nu te poti schimba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Si totusi nu-i vreau pe ceilalti,te vreau pe tine,defapt nici pe tine nu te mai vreau…nu mai vreau NIMIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Erai totul pt mine,acum cred in NIMIC Chiar daca esti cu atatea zdrente tot pe mine ma vrei,dar esti constient ca nu ma mai intorc la tine doar pt simplul fapt ca nu ai stiut sa ma pretuiesti atunci cand m-ai avut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Iar atunci cand vei avea nevoie de mine nu o sa fiu aici,strig-o pe zdreanta ta…poate ea isi face griji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Pana la urma nici nu stiu ce ai vrut sau ce vrei,nu stiu ce s-a intamplat,ce se intampla ..nu stiu sau poate nu mai vreau sa stiu NIMIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Aici langa mine era locul tau ,aici as fi fost mereu in preajma ta,dar ai plecat..asta este.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Mi-e dor de tine,mi-e dor de noi,dar in acelasi timp simt ca te urasc pt tot.Te-am iubit,chiar pot sa spun ca inca te mai iubesc,dar nu te mai vreau inapoi,iar asta este ultima data cand mai vorbesc de tine,de noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den ^_^: d und e aia c mi se pare extrem d cunoscuta&lt;br /&gt;_Julya ♥: ma eu credeam ca e de la tine de pe blog&lt;br /&gt;_Julya ♥: &lt;br /&gt;den ^_^: si ti.am dat.o eu?&lt;br /&gt;den ^_^: c eu nu le salvam asa&lt;br /&gt;_Julya ♥: nu stiu&lt;br /&gt;_Julya ♥: cred ca am luat-o eu de pe blog&lt;br /&gt;_Julya ♥: asta daca merge&lt;br /&gt;_Julya ♥: ca altfel nu stiu de unde e&lt;br /&gt;den ^_^: da merge&lt;br /&gt;den ^_^: dar dc ai luat.o?)&lt;br /&gt;den ^_^: a mea e sigur&lt;br /&gt;den ^_^: am scris.o pt [nu cont] park:-?&lt;br /&gt;_Julya ♥: mi-a placut&lt;br /&gt;_Julya ♥: &lt;br /&gt;_Julya ♥: adica mi se potrivea&lt;br /&gt;den ^_^: stai putin&lt;br /&gt;den ^_^: s caut aia&lt;br /&gt;den ^_^: fata nsh dc n.am postat 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/08/waw.html' title='waw. old..but...'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-3071111584026756768</id><published>2010-08-27T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T06:44:27.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cateva randuri pentru tine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="55" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/IuLiAtRiLuLiLu/d4e591e8e15054.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=202&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Emilia%20-Big%20big%20world"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/IuLiAtRiLuLiLu/d4e591e8e15054.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=202&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Emilia%20-Big%20big%20world"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cateva randuri despre el..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cateva randuri pentru el...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..poate chiar ultimele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/THgvD8nQv8I/AAAAAAAAAvc/U78YJCzBlfQ/s1600/IMG9522Amod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/THgvD8nQv8I/AAAAAAAAAvc/U78YJCzBlfQ/s320/IMG9522Amod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doar o viata am si o aveam pentru tine. S.a sfarsit totul inainte sa inceapa si imi pare rau...&lt;br /&gt;Stiu a fost o perioada destul de lunga in care puteam sa fac multe..dar n.am facut nimic..sa nu crezi ca nu regret si acum.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca sunt o ciudata care nu stie ce vrea, de fapt stie dar nu arata...care se multumeste cu putin pana ajunge sa piarda tot..si stiu cat de neimportanta sunt pentru tine, stiu dar cu toate astea si eu am sentimente, si pe mine ma doare...caci toate vin asa dintr.o data si din nimic, toate nenorocirile si toate bucuriile, toate nimicurile alea care ne fac sa suferim sau zambim...sa uram sau sa iubim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Deja am ajuns in punctul in care nu mai pot sa mint, si nu am nici cuvinte pentru cat de multe simt..e o varza totala in capul meu..am atatea de spus...as vrea sa ma opresc aici, sa&amp;nbsp; nu mai scriu dar nu pot.. chiar simt nevoia sa ma descarc mai mult ca niciodata...caci sunt atatea imagini si cuvinte care imi rascolesc&amp;nbsp; corpul si fac numai ravagii..simt ca ma sufoc, ca nu pot sa merg mai departe..dar totusi o fac..merg incet..caci pana acum am alergat de frica unui gand ce imi strangea sperantele si le arunca in vant..asta pana cand am picat si le.a spulberat pe toate...toate sperantele mele s.au dus, iar acum nu mai am nimic.&lt;br /&gt;E totul iluzie, poate in asta am trait si pana acum fara sa.mi dau seama...un vis care nu avea sa se implineasca niciodata, dar eu speram si visam in continuare, dar m.am trezit brusc si am cazut..si nu stiam cat de dura e realitatea si cat doare sa nu mai poti sa visezi, sa nu mai aiba rost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/THgvNvwOqHI/AAAAAAAAAvk/XCf0UdubzH4/s1600/IMG9552Amod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/THgvNvwOqHI/AAAAAAAAAvk/XCf0UdubzH4/s320/IMG9552Amod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Stiu ca nu ti.am spus niciodata, si ca acum e prea tarziu....dar te iubeam si n.am incetat sa tin la tine nici o clipa, si nu ti.am aratat cat am avut ocazia, acum nu mai pot sa fac nimic...si cu toate astea chiar te iubeam, asa cum am stiut eu, fara cuvinte, fara dovezi...iubeam tot la tine, iubeam cuvintele si bucuria de a compune[aveai in cap ritmul, cauta, inlocuieste, aranjeaza, asculta, reface, reasculta, suprapune si iar asculta. energie. furie.si la sfarsit ceva genial], iubeam la tine felul firesc in care iti exprimai dorintele...si ochii, atat de deosebiti, puternici si sinceri, ochi in care puteam sa am incredere, ochi care puteau sustine privirea oricui, ochii...pe ei i.am iubit cel mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;Si mi.e atat de dor de tine, as vrea sa.ti mai aud vocea o data, vocea care imi rascolea tot corpul si ma umplea de fericire.&lt;br /&gt;Si imi pare rau ca n.am facut nimic cand am avut ocazia, de teama&amp;nbsp; sa nu se termine tot, de teama ca nu.ti pasa, imi pare rau ca nu te.am strans in brate cand puteam s.o fac...imi pare rau..dar ce pot sa mai fac acum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/THgvZvE1WLI/AAAAAAAAAvs/U_Y-wox-2xk/s1600/IMG9508Amod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/THgvZvE1WLI/AAAAAAAAAvs/U_Y-wox-2xk/s320/IMG9508Amod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stiu ca am gresit mult, si imi e dor de cuvintele tale...si daca ai fi aici te.as strange in brate pentru ca tin la tine, chiar tin..si nu trece minut in care sa nu ma gandesc macar o secunda la tine...iarta.ma ca nu ti.am spus cat de important esti pentru mine, si asta pentru ca ma multumeam cu putin, ma multumeam sa te iubesc fara cuvinte si fara dovezi, ma multumeam sa stiu doar eu cat tin la tine in loc sa lupt pentru mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;Poate tu nu vrei sa mai stii nimic de mine, poate regreti ca ne.am cunoscut, poate chiar ma urasti si daca ai putea sa stergi clipa in care ne.am intalnit poate ai face.o, daca asta iti doresti, uita tot, simte.te liber, fi fericit.&lt;br /&gt;Si poate nu te meritam dar eram atat de fericita, simteam ca am castigat pamantul intreg..si de aceea imi era teama ca intr.o zi se va sfarsi tot..si s.a intamplat.&lt;br /&gt;Te.ai racit asa dintr.o data si te.ai distantat, ai plecat fara sa spui nimic..nimeni nu spune ca nu poti sa taci..dar tacerea ta ma doare, si nu stiu nici macar ce sa mai cred, dar imi doresc sa n.am dreptate, sa nu fie ceea ce cred...pentru ca acum tot ce imi dai e un ocean de taceri, si ma obligi sa.l ascult.&lt;br /&gt;Eu am crezut in tine si nu mi.a pasat de ceilalti, dar tu n.ai facut decat sa te indepartezi de mine si sa ma lasi asa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...imi lipsesti, imi lipsesc cuvintele tale, imi lipseste felul tau de a ma face&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sa zambesc, uneori credeam ca iti pasa..poate eram prea fericita&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sa vad ca e prea frumos sa fie si adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..si acum am ramas cu cateva sentimente negate de frica de a fi respinsa, care era mult prea greu de suportat..&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca mereu am luptat si am castigat...sentimentul de a pierde nu l.am avut de multe ori..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TI978hrcKbI/AAAAAAAAAwk/J_KJEB9ogyo/s1600/IMG9744A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TI978hrcKbI/AAAAAAAAAwk/J_KJEB9ogyo/s320/IMG9744A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dar acum, da recunosc am pierdut, si nu stau acum sa arunc vorbe aiurea.. pentru ca, cu toate ca mi.e greu sa recunosc, m.ai schimbat..lucru pe care n.a reusit nimeni sa.l faca.&lt;br /&gt;si acum nu pot sa mai mint ca totul e bine, numai eu stiu ce zace in mine, in capul meu...si tacerea nu.i o solutie, dar e cea mai sigura...si nu trebuie sa stie nimeni ca e o replica uitata candva..si ea e singura pe care o stiu si vreau sa o tin minte... pentru ca nu sunt decat un amestec de indiferenta, greseli, si ura..poate tristete si un gand ca nu sunt ce as fi vrut sa fiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; si tot ce a mai ramas...o voce uitata, un gand..un pas pierdut...pentru ca nu pot sa ma intorc in trecut sa.mi repar greselile care acum ma tin pe loc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[si n.as vrea sa citesti asta vre.o data, dar totusi trebuia sa ti le spun cumva.pentru ca esti atat de special, si esti singurul care conteaza. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/THgvukNY-VI/AAAAAAAAAv8/_Ung3cA8YKE/s1600/IMG9498Amod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/THgvukNY-VI/AAAAAAAAAv8/_Ung3cA8YKE/s320/IMG9498Amod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TI97HrG_gaI/AAAAAAAAAwM/KzJfjbe-mYU/s1600/IMG9715A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TI97HrG_gaI/AAAAAAAAAwM/KzJfjbe-mYU/s320/IMG9715A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TI9799b_yQI/AAAAAAAAAws/GEq-M9f5hr4/s1600/IMG9741A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TI9799b_yQI/AAAAAAAAAws/GEq-M9f5hr4/s320/IMG9741A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-3071111584026756768?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/3071111584026756768/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/08/cateva-randuri-pentru-tine.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/3071111584026756768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/3071111584026756768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/08/cateva-randuri-pentru-tine.html' title='Cateva randuri pentru tine.'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/THgvD8nQv8I/AAAAAAAAAvc/U78YJCzBlfQ/s72-c/IMG9522Amod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-409926779333558818</id><published>2010-08-02T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T16:29:18.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi nu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="55" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/g00thic/e4df25af67caa3.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=269&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Limp%20Bizkit%20-%20Behind%20Blue%20Eyes"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/g00thic/e4df25af67caa3.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=269&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Limp%20Bizkit%20-%20Behind%20Blue%20Eyes"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TFdFBzR8QSI/AAAAAAAAAvE/P-ahJOqKes8/s1600/IMG8262Amod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TFdFBzR8QSI/AAAAAAAAAvE/P-ahJOqKes8/s320/IMG8262Amod.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Azi nu am chef de nimic..&lt;br /&gt;vreau doar sa plang si sa ma inteleg singura, caci nimeni nu poate.&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa fiu singura si sa ma uit in gol, sa privesc in jur si sa vad ca nu stiu unde vreau sa ajung, sau ca nu pot sa ajung unde vreau, sau ca pot dar nu vreau... pentru ca odata ce am ajuns unde am vrut, s.ar putea sa regret si sa vreau sa ma intorc inapoi si o sa fie prea tarziu...sau nu&lt;br /&gt;de fapt azi vreau sa stau aici, vreau sa nu am nevoie de nimeni! de nimeni! intelegi?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...pentru ca nimeni nu.mi e alaturi cu adevarat, pentru ca nimeni nu ma intelege cum vreau eu.&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa nu.mi mai fie dor de nimeni..&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa nu&amp;nbsp; ma mai gandesc la tot ce am pierdut..&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa nu ma mai gandesc la tine de cate ori imi aprind tigarea seara inainte sa adorm..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;si imi doresc si mai multe... cum ar fi sa.mi sterg trecutul...&lt;br /&gt;dar acum vreau sa ma gandesc ca intr.o zi&amp;nbsp; voi pleca de aici, undeva, nu conteaza unde, undeva unde nu ma cunoaste nimeni si nu voi mai fi nevoita sa ascund nimic sub rasul ala atat de fals si de tampit de care m.am saturat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TFdE3gvnvKI/AAAAAAAAAu8/n1YyVihES1Y/s1600/IMG8278A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TFdE3gvnvKI/AAAAAAAAAu8/n1YyVihES1Y/s320/IMG8278A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si oricum nu ma astept sa ma inteleaga cineva , si oricum nimeni nu stie nimic despre mine, despre copilaria sau viata mea, sau ceea ce gandesc eu, cu toate ca multi au impresia ca stiu tot, dar nu.. tot ce stiu ei sunt aparente, iar aparentele inseala.&lt;br /&gt;Si mi.e frica, mi.e frica ca intr.o zi o sa cedez si ma voi omori doar ca sa.i fac pe ei sa sufere.. sa le arat ca le pasa..si ca e prea tarziu sa mai arate asta.&lt;br /&gt;Si ce crezi ca eu nu.mi doresc sa gasesc pe cineva in bratele caruia sa pot plange oricand simt nevoia, sa stie ce simt fara sa.i spun eu, si sa am siguranta ca orice ar fi e mereu cineva care ma intelege si ma accepta asa cum sunt eu, un copil tampit care nu vrea sa mai creasca, si care se lupta uneori pentru nimic chiar daca stie ca face asta degeaba...crezi ca eu nu vreau sa fie toate cum vreau eu..&lt;br /&gt;Si ce daca vreau.. nimic nu e asa cum as vrea.. chiar nimic..si cu toate astea mereu vreau sa fie ca mine si sa am eu dreptate..stiu. e aiurea... &lt;br /&gt;Dar azi nu vreau sa am dreptate, nu vreau sa rad, nu vreau sa aud pe nimeni sau sa ma inteleaga cineva... pur si simplu nu am chef de nimeni si de nimic..nu stiu de ce..dar azi vreau sa fiu altfel...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ...nu vreau sa mai ranesc pe nimeni, chiar daca n.o fac intentionat o fac destul de des..si nici nu stii cat ma feresc de asta.. nu stii cat incerc sa nu mai fiu atat de rece si de distanta exact cu cine nu trebuie.. si e trist ca niciodata nu reusesc sa.mi&amp;nbsp; joc rolul ce mi se da pana la capat cu gandul ca ma voi schimba, ca voi fi altfel..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;si azi nu vreau sa mai aud nimic&amp;nbsp;caci am vazut ca degeaba strig ca nu e ceea ce vreau si m.am saturat sa le tot explic ca nu&amp;nbsp; pot sa simt nimic la comanda.&lt;br /&gt;Si stii de ce? pentru ca nu pot sa mint pe nimeni ca sunt fericita, nu pot sa ma mint nici pe mine ca nu.mi pasa de sentimentele mele,&amp;nbsp; ca nu pot sa ma prefac ca imi pasa..caci stiu ca nu pot sa fac asta mult timp si pana la urma cedez si adevarul tot iese la suprafata si la sfarsit tot e cineva ranit... si atunci nu voi fi eu aceea.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; si stiu ca nu sunt asa cum vor multi, ca sunt diferita de altii, poate prea diferita si&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ciudata...dar cineva tot trebuie sa ma inteleaga si pe mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TFdEw_CLZEI/AAAAAAAAAus/XzpgHmhHjLk/s1600/IMG8124Amod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TFdEw_CLZEI/AAAAAAAAAus/XzpgHmhHjLk/s320/IMG8124Amod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_684514813"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_684514814"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-409926779333558818?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/409926779333558818/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/08/azi-nu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/409926779333558818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/409926779333558818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/08/azi-nu.html' title='Azi nu..'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TFdFBzR8QSI/AAAAAAAAAvE/P-ahJOqKes8/s72-c/IMG8262Amod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-6552696050387472434</id><published>2010-07-18T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T15:52:49.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si asta cand o sa te intrebi ce.a mai ramas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="55" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/SilviuBacky/b56074a7ab2c0d.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=242&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Enrique%20Iglesias-Somebody%27s%20Me"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/SilviuBacky/b56074a7ab2c0d.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=242&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Enrique%20Iglesias-Somebody%27s%20Me"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TENgQmEWOjI/AAAAAAAAAuc/xjvAjoDs5MA/s1600/IMG7719Aj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TENgQmEWOjI/AAAAAAAAAuc/xjvAjoDs5MA/s320/IMG7719Aj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oamenii vin, raman sau pleaca, si nu poti sa.i condamni pentru asta..fiecare are dreptul asta.&lt;br /&gt;Si unii aleg sa plece..cu sau fara motiv..si de fiecare data&amp;nbsp; ramane cineva, si e mai greu sa ramai.. sa ramai acolo si sa vezi cum pleaca, si sa nu poti sa faci nimic, sa nu poti sa.l opresti, sau sa.l intrebi de ce?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pentru ca sunt persoane care atunci cand pleaca uita sa lase niste raspunsuri, uita de cei care raman acolo, iar in urma lor lasa doar niste usi incuiate si cheile le arunca...de parca daca lor nu le pasa , n.are nimeni nevoie de raspunsuri.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum prefer sa cred ca nimeni nu e parasit sau uitat..si oricum daca vrei poti sa pleci, n.o sa te uit totusi, ii tin minte pe toti care au plecat...&lt;br /&gt;Dar inainte sa pleci de tot as vrea macar o data sa te vezi prin ochii mei inainte sa spui ca nu.mi pasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pentru ca nu vreau sa calc stramb. dar o fac:)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..nu vreau sa.mi fie frica. dar imi e.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...nu vreau sa dezamagesc.dar o fac&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...nu vreau sa plang pentru nimeni.dar plang.&lt;br /&gt;...nu vreau sa.mi fie dor. dar imi e.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;nimic nu e cum as vrea, si nu pot sa aleg cum ma simt...&lt;br /&gt;si toate astea pentru ce?&lt;br /&gt;...pentru ca nimic nu e destul de aproape, ca sa speri mereu si sa nu fi niciodata&amp;nbsp; multumit, pentru ca realitatea nu e la fel ca visele pe care ni le facem..si asta pentru ca lumea nu e imperfecta..ci rea pur si simplu..si numai in povesti binele invinge raul, iar noi nu traim in povesti. &lt;br /&gt;Si cu toate astea ne place sa visam, pentru ca numai atunci e cum vrem noi nu cum vor altii si putem sa fim fericiti.&lt;br /&gt;Si acum e tarziu, nu dorm..nu pot.. e aproape 5 dimineata iar eu ma ratacesc printre ganduri si caut cu disperare raspunsuri..caci cineva a uitat sa mi le dea, incerc sa gasesc un sens..si totusi nu stiu ce gasesc..uneori am impresia ca am gasit toate raspunsurile, dar n.am gasit nimic...pentru ca asta e ceea ce cred eu, nu ceea ce e cu adevarat, si nu de asta am nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca vreau totul, dar nu vreau nimic, poate nu merit ceea ce vreau, poate merit ceea ce mi se intampla.. dar nu mai pot, nu mai vreau, st satula de tot..e prea mult, dar nu.mi ajunge nimic, nu.mi ajung nici macar eu mie.&lt;br /&gt;Si nu stiu de ce mi se intampla toate astea.&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu e cum vreau eu?&lt;br /&gt;De ce niciodata nu.mi dau seama ca trebuie sa renunt decat atunci cand vad cum mi se rup fragmente din inima?&lt;br /&gt;De ce trebuie sa renunt la tot dintr.o data?&lt;br /&gt;De ce sufletul ti.l ia tocmai acela care nu are nevoie de el?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TENgrwyEQ4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/EvOaET0vjog/s1600/IMG3642Addddd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TENgrwyEQ4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/EvOaET0vjog/s320/IMG3642Addddd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De ce? De ce?&lt;br /&gt;De ce mereu unui ''de ce?'' i se raspunde ''nu stiu''?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si incep sa urasc tot, sa ma urasc pe mine ca nu am evitat toate astea, pentru ca daca as fi facut asta de la inceput acum n.as fi ajuns sa urasc nimic..oricum nu mai conteaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si as vrea sa.ti spun tot dar realitatea si indiferenta ta ma opreste.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...oricum n.o sa te uit, ii tin minte pe toti care au plecat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si asta cand o sa te intrebi ce.a mai ramas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-6552696050387472434?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/6552696050387472434/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-asta-cand-o-sa-te-intrebi-cea-mai.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/6552696050387472434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/6552696050387472434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-asta-cand-o-sa-te-intrebi-cea-mai.html' title='Si asta cand o sa te intrebi ce.a mai ramas'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TENgQmEWOjI/AAAAAAAAAuc/xjvAjoDs5MA/s72-c/IMG7719Aj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-4719834668580923459</id><published>2010-07-07T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:11:04.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la multi ani...</title><content type='html'>..si nu ma intreba cum de mi.am adus aminte.:)&lt;br /&gt;nici eu nu stiu. pur si simplu m.am uitat la data si mi.am adus aminte.&lt;br /&gt;poate ca oricat as vrea nu pot sa uit multe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TA_xTpQXIXI/AAAAAAAAAsk/AfF1Zm37faU/s1600/IMG7251A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TA_xTpQXIXI/AAAAAAAAAsk/AfF1Zm37faU/s320/IMG7251A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caci impreuna trecem peste tot, ca o prietenie trece si prin foc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-2056117698011203475?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/2056117698011203475/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/06/pentru-ca-le-iubesc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/2056117698011203475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/2056117698011203475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/06/pentru-ca-le-iubesc.html' title='pentru ca le iubesc'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TA_vcEN1_lI/AAAAAAAAArE/kDoDCWTC_gk/s72-c/IMG7196A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-6448845578090399731</id><published>2010-06-01T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T03:06:39.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="55" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/edifice/83376e8914d84f.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=211&amp;amp;titluEmbed=ANDA%20CALUGAREANU%20-%20SUFLET%20DE%20COPIL"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/edifice/83376e8914d84f.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=211&amp;amp;titluEmbed=ANDA%20CALUGAREANU%20-%20SUFLET%20DE%20COPIL"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TATbN9KT6AI/AAAAAAAAAq0/LYphKHV2XW4/s1600/IMG6860Amd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TATbN9KT6AI/AAAAAAAAAq0/LYphKHV2XW4/s320/IMG6860Amd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 iunie... ziua copilului&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziua copilului din tine...ziua copilului care a fost uitat ...&lt;br /&gt;Multi uitam sa mai fim copii, spunand ca ne.am maturizat..si poate asa e..timpul ne.a schimbat chipul, ne.a schimbat comportamentul, gandirea...dar copilul din noi ramane mereu indiferent de cat de repede trece timpul..&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu..toti au probleme, si se uita pe ei...si lupta pentru ceva inutil uitand sa mai traiasca..uitand sa mai zambeasca, uitand sa mai fie fericiti... toti vor sa.si atinga scopurile..dar niciodata nu ajung sa duca totul la bun sfarsit..pentru ca mereu intervine altceva..si isi bat capul cu chestii care n.ar trebuii sa existe...&lt;br /&gt;Toti au probleme...dar problemele lor sunt minore pe langa faptul ca au uitat sa mai fie copii din cand in cand.. si doare..caci toti alearga sa ajunga departe..in loc sa mearga mai incet..caci poate e drumul spre moarte, spre sfarsit..si atunci n.au realizat nimic...si ajung sa realizeze ca pentru tot ce ar fi vrut atunci e mult prea tarziu..&lt;br /&gt;Si unde sunt sperantele si visele unor copii..pentru care dragostea e tot ce conteaza, si unde e copilul din tine care nu stie sa urasca?..unde e copilul acela care zambea mereu si care era fericit...e uitat..nici macar nu mai stii unde e...parca nu mai vrei sa stii cine e, nu mai vrei sa stii cum zambeste din orice prostie...nu mai vrei sa stii ca acela erai tu..un copil inocent..pentru ca inocenta lasa inima deschisa la tot ce e mai bun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TATbaI8aGZI/AAAAAAAAAq8/XO6RJy_wqzc/s1600/IMG4697Admod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TATbaI8aGZI/AAAAAAAAAq8/XO6RJy_wqzc/s320/IMG4697Admod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...si azi ploua..nici soarele nu mai vrea sa zambeasca..de ce ar face asta..nici noi nu zambim...toti se ascund dupa mastile alea idioate, rigide.. care nu zambesc, care iti arunca priviri inghetate, care au inchis copilul din ei intr.o camera intunecata si rece..si au aruncat cheia..si nu vor sa mai auda de el...si el e singur..si nu e niciodata auzit..si stie ca fiecare zi e diferita de celelalte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si pentru ca toti suntem copii, indiferent de vointa noastra...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; si fiecare cand a fost copil cu adevarat..a avut niste vise..care au fost spulberate de niste principii prostesti, de lupta pentru a ajunge cat mai departe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-6448845578090399731?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/6448845578090399731/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-iunie.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/6448845578090399731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/6448845578090399731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-iunie.html' title=''/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TATbN9KT6AI/AAAAAAAAAq0/LYphKHV2XW4/s72-c/IMG6860Amd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-2943725424771548020</id><published>2010-05-15T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T09:25:43.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E simplu. daca nu simti, nu doare</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jIrPSaLO-K4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jIrPSaLO-K4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S-5hVdHIDOI/AAAAAAAAAqc/pcjaBZF35Sc/s1600/IMG6228Amod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S-5hVdHIDOI/AAAAAAAAAqc/pcjaBZF35Sc/s320/IMG6228Amod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Daca as putea as pleca departe, pe o insula de pe o alta planeta...sa fiu libera, sa nu fiu nevoita sa dau explicatii despre faptele mele.Acolo n.o sa fie nevoie sa incerc sa.mi tin sub control fiecare secunda din viata...fiecare secunda care poate schimba sau distruge totul.&lt;br /&gt;Si o sa pot sa dansez in ploaie..iar lacrimile mele se vor amesteca cu ploaia..si o sa zambesc..iar atunci o sa te iau de mana si o sa dansam in ploaie..o sa te strang in brate si n.o sa.ti mai dau drumul..si o sa fiu fericita..si numai atunci ma voi elibera de toate ideile astea idioate, de mania de a gasi explicatie pentru orice si de a face lucruri cu care sunt de acord ceilalti.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca n.am nevoie de minuni.am nevoie de tine!&lt;br /&gt;Am dreptul sa fiu fericita si am sa lupt pentru fericirea mea..chiar daca asta inseamna sa.mi asum riscurile..si daca tot ar fi sa cad, macar sa cad de la mare inaltime...pentru ca o cadere de la etajul 5 te zdrobeste la fel de tare ca una de la etajul 100..&lt;br /&gt;Si daca vei hotara sa pleci, voi ramane macar cu amintirea..&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu vreau pe cineva sa.mi controleze viata, ci pe cineva care sa ma inteleaga, sa ma iubeasca si sa ma accepte asa cum sunt.&lt;br /&gt;Si in iubire nu exista reguli, iar tu stii asta...&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu ca visez prea mult la o lume care sa.mi apartina, in care pot sa.mi permit sa fiu copil cand vreau, si sa iubesc pe cine am chef, fara sa ma judece nimeni...si uneori ma simt atat de inutila..n.am nimic din ce vreau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S-5haWcVg-I/AAAAAAAAAqk/owwnjnM7v8Q/s1600/IMG6222Amodd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S-5haWcVg-I/AAAAAAAAAqk/owwnjnM7v8Q/s320/IMG6222Amodd.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si acum tot incerc sa gasesc un sens acestei zile, chiar daca sunt constienta ca n.are nici un sens...as vrea sa gasesc un sens a tot ce mi se intampla...chiar daca nimic nu are nici un sens...si as vrea sa gasesc un sens acestei vieti..dar stiu ca n.are nici un sens...Si cu toate astea maine va veni oricum, chiar daca timpul nu ne mai ajunge...&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca timpul este ucigasul perfect, omoara tot, omoara toate sentimentele care ne.au zdruncinat vreodata, omoara ura, omoara iubirea...si uneori nu mai ramane nimic..&lt;br /&gt;Si nu pot da timpul inapoi sa.mi indrept greselile..nu pot nici macar sa.l fac sa stea in loc, pentru ca el imi sterge amintirea, imi sterge simtul, imi schimba chipul, el fura sensul vietii...si in urma lui nu raman decat niste amintiri, nu raman nici chei nici usi..&lt;br /&gt;Iar tu te porti de parca ai sa fi mereu aici, si taci cand ar trebui sa vorbesti, urasti cand ar trebui sa iubesti si ataci oameni care te iubesc, crezand ca vor sa te faca sa suferi...&lt;br /&gt;Caci la sfarsitul oricarei povesti ne asteapta tristetea... dar eu nu voiam asta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Imi pasa de tine, si nu cum crezi tu, si sufar si sunt proasta ca iti spun toate astea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si voiam sa pastrez pentru amandoi un loc liber, unde sa respiram aer curat, unde sa ne &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; permitem sa nu fim perfecti..pentru ca am avut atatea sperante ce au murit in fum, de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; asta imi pun speranta in tine..sa nu ma uiti si tu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si stiu ca e simplu, ca daca nu simti nu doare, doar ca&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; eu nu.mi permit sa nu.mi pese! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-2943725424771548020?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/2943725424771548020/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-simplu-daca-nu-simti-nu-doare.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/2943725424771548020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/2943725424771548020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-simplu-daca-nu-simti-nu-doare.html' title='E simplu. daca nu simti, nu doare'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S-5hVdHIDOI/AAAAAAAAAqc/pcjaBZF35Sc/s72-c/IMG6228Amod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-1021791387352588258</id><published>2010-05-12T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T07:49:16.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8-|</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="55" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/3mili4/814e373ccdde51.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=217&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Ronald%20Keating%20-%20If%20tomorow%20never%20comes"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/3mili4/814e373ccdde51.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=217&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Ronald%20Keating%20-%20If%20tomorow%20never%20comes"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De parca n.as stii cand mi.e dor ca totu.i trecator...&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca il iubeam.. 8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S-q9cu9VB2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/yqTe37yjdPg/s1600/Clip_25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S-a0guK8tHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/rptEqIv-mWI/s1600/pff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S-a0guK8tHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/rptEqIv-mWI/s400/pff.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nimic din&amp;nbsp; ce exista nu e asa cum pare...nimic nu e cum ar trebui sa fie...&lt;br /&gt;Si credeam ca s.a terminat, ca s.a sfarsit tot...si credeam in sfarsitul asta..dar se pare ca nimic nu se sfarseste pana nu pui punct.dar eu am pus punct de mult..iar tu inca continui. Si doare..si tie iti place sa te joci asa...&lt;br /&gt;Si cand am zis ca am pus punct asa a fost, dar ai avut tu grija sa.l transformi in virgula...si uite asa povestea merge mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;Si exact cand vedeam un sfarsit perfect, fara urme, fara regrete, fara nimic..a inceput totul din nou.Si nu nu.mi era dor de zilele astea pline de neliniste, si cred ca te urasc..si imi amintesc ca de fapt ador sa te vad zambind si totusi nu voiam asta..nu din nou..oricum se ajunge la nimic si apoi incepe din nou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S-a0uJ53YMI/AAAAAAAAAjs/mZA1UPDyllQ/s1600/IMG6228Amod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S-a0uJ53YMI/AAAAAAAAAjs/mZA1UPDyllQ/s320/IMG6228Amod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si toate astea pentru ce?..pentru ca am crezut in tine,&amp;nbsp; si uitasem cat de drag imi esti, si uitasem ca eu cred in tine, si uitasem ca o data erai singura persoana care ma facea sa zambesc...si de fapt cred ca voiam sa uit tot..si reusisem..dar ai avut tu grija sa inceapa totul din nou inainte de a avea un sfarsit sigur..un sfarsit bine pus la punct...un sfarsit cu care ma obisnuisem..si de ce acum cand devenise totul atat de clar, atat de simplu de ce tocmai acum trebuie sa ma bagi tu in ceata din nou..si de ce acum cand renuntasem la tot...de ce vrei sa lupt din nou pentru NIMIC?..oricum n.am sa o fac..am sa raman indiferenta la acest capitol incheiat de mult..&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca o legatura rupta o data nu se nastea a 2.a oara.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si stiu ca dupa fiecare sfarsit exista un nou inceput..nu o continuare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-7064659854351365843?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/7064659854351365843/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/05/niciodata-nu-e-cum-ar-trebui-sa-fie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/7064659854351365843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/7064659854351365843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/05/niciodata-nu-e-cum-ar-trebui-sa-fie.html' title='Niciodata nu e  cum ar trebui sa fie..'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S-a0guK8tHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/rptEqIv-mWI/s72-c/pff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-1738154227696473703</id><published>2010-04-23T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T08:33:27.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stiu.nu.ti pasa.taci!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S9G9lAhVTII/AAAAAAAAAik/RMlnjnd2FtM/s1600/IMG5921Amod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S9G9lAhVTII/AAAAAAAAAik/RMlnjnd2FtM/s320/IMG5921Amod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cateva sperante m.au facut sa cred in tine...oricum nu vei stii niciodata..pentru ca nu.ti pasa..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Dar poate nu mai sunt cuvinte..poate mai sunt, poate nu.si mai au rostul..si nu inteleg de ce ma gandesc la tine pana si atunci cand ma faci sa te urasc, poate nu pot sa te urasc..poate nu vreau...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;de ce nu inteleg nimic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;de ce nici macar cand inchid ochii nu pot sa zambesc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;de ce vrei mereu sa ajungi in ultimul hal crezand ca toata lumea e a ta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;de ce te ascunzi in ceata crezand ca o sa.ti fie mai usor, cand de fapt iti va fi mai greu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Si ranile cine le vindeca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; timpul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...timpul&amp;nbsp; doar le cicatrizeaza si nu.i suficient..mai ales cand vrei sa uiti tot si sa mergi mai departe..pentru ca si cicatricile dor cateodata...si uneori ma trezesc de mana cu trecutul, inconjurata de amintiri si vad cum toate sperantele mele cad jos si se sparg in mii de cioburi..si in zadar incerc sa le strang.. cioburile nu fac decat sa adanceasca ranile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Inchid ochii. visez. incerc sa merg mai departe. incerc sa uit tot. aproape reusesc. dar nu. ceva ma opreste. nu pot..nu pot sa las totul asa... si realizez ca e sansa mea care tot asteapta si o evit mereu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; ... vreau sa vad ca iti pasa! atat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;si nu vreau sa pun accent pe rani..pentru ca totul se intampla cu un motiv...dar la asta mai avem si noi ceva de adaugat ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si nu.mi pasa daca maine o sa fie mai rau ca azi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; de ce mi.ar pasa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; nici tie nu pare ca.ti pasa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si nu.mi pasa daca maine&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ar fi ultima zi si ar trebuie sa plec...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; de ce mi.ar pasa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; nici tie nu.ti pasa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De ce as zambi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;nici tu nu zambesti..si asta ma doare cel mai tare...si chiar de.ar fi sa mi se sparga sufletul in mii de bucatele..chiar si cea mai mica dintre ele ar fi plina de iubire cat sa umple cerul cu stele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7587124030086793089-1738154227696473703?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/1738154227696473703/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/04/stiunuti-pasataci.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/1738154227696473703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/1738154227696473703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/04/stiunuti-pasataci.html' title='Stiu.nu.ti pasa.taci!'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S9G9lAhVTII/AAAAAAAAAik/RMlnjnd2FtM/s72-c/IMG5921Amod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-7634644930880081949</id><published>2010-03-28T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:46:55.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu.tu si restu'lumii</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="55" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/gandashel5/4e3e76405f5a42.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=188&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Ronan%20Keating%20-%20Baby%20can%20I%20hold%20you"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/gandashel5/4e3e76405f5a42.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=188&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Ronan%20Keating%20-%20Baby%20can%20I%20hold%20you"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S6-RA5g3jbI/AAAAAAAAAic/1CHhLOwRGL0/s1600/IMG4616Adddddd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S6-RA5g3jbI/AAAAAAAAAic/1CHhLOwRGL0/s320/IMG4616Adddddd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si daca zambesc nu inseamna ca sunt fericita, si o doza de egoism mi.e de ajuns sa ma prefac ca totul e ok..in loc sa.mi permit sa iau tot ce.mi doresc.&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui sa stim cat si pe cine sa iubim, chiar daca uneori ne trezim vorbind la trecut, intr.o lume plina de amintiri, amintiri reale sau modificate si amplificate negativ de imaginatie, amintiri ce pentru unii nu conteaza prea mult, de parca le pasa lor de ceva, de parca le pasa lor de tine..si alegem sa ne inchidem sufletul, si asta nu inseamna ca o sa inceteze sa mai functioneze, doar se umple de durere..&lt;br /&gt;Timp in care minutele zboara si ne anunta ca nici nu se vor oprii, nici nu se vor mai intoarce..si pierzi atata timp ca sa realizezi mai tarziu ca tot ce ai facut a fost sa te sacrifici pentru persoane care nu meritau asta...si atunci o sa fie prea tarziu...si n.o sa ai decat amintiri ce le porti mereu cu tine, si cu fiecare clipa se astern amintiri ce le uiti in acelasi decor ce resimtit pare a fi trist,desi zambesti de fiecare data..&lt;br /&gt;Si viata nu inseamna numai amintiri, nu inseamna sa supravietuiesti  unei furtuni ci sa stii sa dansezi in ploaie...si sa dansezi in ploaie e frumos..asa ca ia.ma de mana si hai sa dansam..si iti permit sa ma schimbi tu daca eu nu reusesc, pentru ca eu nu vreau un sfarsit ciudat, nu vreau sfarsitul a ceva ce nu a inceput inca..&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca e sansa mea care asteapta si o evit mereu... oricum iti multumesc ca ma faci sa zambesc fara sa fie nevoie sa ascund ceva, ca ma accepti asa cum sunt, un copil tampit si idiot, si pentru ca stii sa stergi semnificatia timpului, pur si simplu ma faci sa uit toate amintirle despre trecut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Te invit sa ne pierdem de azi inainte&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; si sa ne stergem urmele mascati de cuvinte. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hai sa dansam in iarba, hai sa plutim pe un nor,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ploaia ce o sa cada ne stinge de ochii lor.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; de ochii tuturor azi fugim, evadam,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ne lungim orizontul si fugim, ne jucam,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ne purtam spre luna si stele si soare,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ascultam pe racoare aria de inserare.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; aria din departare invaluie in uitare&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; orice munte, orice frunte, orice mare.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; o chemare a cerului priveste un miraj,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; pliveste amintiri, evadam din peisaj&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; si acum respiram..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; adiem in tandem printre raze, fluturi, papadie si lumina,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in zbor zambim, ne uimim de ce.o sa vina.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ia.ma de mana si hai sa evadam..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Prinde.ma de mana si haide sa visam..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Strange.ma de mana impreuna ne purtam..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Smulge.ma de umar cu gandul sa dansam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Pentru ca e singurul care nu m.a facut sa regret ca il iubesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-7634644930880081949?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/7634644930880081949/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/03/eutu-si-restulumii.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/7634644930880081949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/7634644930880081949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/03/eutu-si-restulumii.html' title='eu.tu si restu&apos;lumii'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S6-RA5g3jbI/AAAAAAAAAic/1CHhLOwRGL0/s72-c/IMG4616Adddddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-8151183263794777639</id><published>2010-02-23T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:41:34.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No words...just feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="55" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Nastaszee/ea2a48ab251a0a.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=182&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Nasta%20-%20Evadatul"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Nastaszee/ea2a48ab251a0a.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=182&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Nasta%20-%20Evadatul"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S4RJr5KSKDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/AjsKu9zk7zQ/s1600-h/IMG1774Addd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S4RJr5KSKDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/AjsKu9zk7zQ/s320/IMG1774Addd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Poate sunt multe lucruri pe care le regret, si nu pot sa fac nimic sa le schimb...poate nu mai are nici un rost, dar cu regretul de a nu fi incercat nu pot sa ma impac... totdeauna am incercat sa inteleg totul asa cum este, si n.am incercat sa schimb nimic niciodata, pentru ca tot ce se intampla se intampla cu un motiv..iar eu n.am dreptul sa schimb nimic..si uneori poate e mai bine asa...&lt;br /&gt;Uneori ma simt inutila, n.am nimic din ce vreau, nu.mi permit sa.i ranesc pe ceilalti doar&amp;nbsp; ca sa fiu eu fericita, si uneori cred ca merit mai mult, poate merit si eu ceea ce imi doresc..dar nu pot sa ma exprim...si&amp;nbsp; as vrea sa am un moment de egoism si sa iau tot ce.mi place...&lt;br /&gt;Si poate as fi putut sa fac multe, poate nu...''as fi putut''...nu vom ajunge niciodata sa intelegem semnificatia acestor vorbe..caci in toate momentele vietii noastre exista lucruri care s.ar fi putut intampla, dar pana la urma nu s.au intamplat..&lt;br /&gt;Daca ar fi usor sa iubesti, l.as strange in brate si i.as spune ''sa stii ca nu sunt perfecta''.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;As vrea sa ma accepte asa cum sunt pana la capat, si oricat ar fi de greu sa nu renunte..&lt;br /&gt;Am incercat sa uit si sa sper ca odata cu timpul v.a trece tot si uneori aveam impresia ca totul e gresit..dar n.a fost asa, n.am reusit decat sa incep sa tin la el din ce in ce mai mult, si toate astea pentru ca stiu&amp;nbsp; ca nu mi.a gresit cu nimic.Sunt sigura!&lt;br /&gt;Si am momente in care vreau ca toate astea sa devina niste amintiri fara rost, dar sunt o proasta, pentru ca eu nu pot sa traiesc cu regretul de a nu fi incercat, chiar daca era bine sau nu...si stiu ca n.o sa transform asta intr.o simpla amintire pentru ca asa vor altii, doar ca sa fie ei fericiti...iar lor sa le pese numai de propria lor persoana... si sunt constienta ca ei sunt fericiti atata timp cat au siguranta ca mie mi.e rau..&lt;br /&gt;Fericirea are doar un raspuns. iar raspunsul meu e la tine..si vreau sa vad ca iti pasa...si&amp;nbsp; nu vreau sa taci pentru ca nu cred in tacere..&lt;br /&gt;Si poate uneori am uitat sa mai zambesc, am uitat sa mai visez, am uitat ca si eu merit sa fiu fericita nu numai ceilalti, am uitat ca nimeni nu.ti vrea binele, am uitat sa mai sper, am uitat sa iau decizii, am uitat sa ascult, am uitat sa gresesc...am uitat multe.. dar stii ce? nu.mi pasa ce.am uitat caci n.am uitat sa te iubesc...si stiu ca meriti mai mult, si fara sa.mi spui as vrea sa stiu ce gandesti, si daca iti e greu sa stii ca voi&amp;nbsp; fi mereu aici sa te ascult...&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru ca esti singurul care nu m.a facut sa regret nimic..pot sa te iubesc cum vreau eu, chiar si in tacere..pentru ca in iubire nu exista reguli...si cu toate ca nu pot sa.ti arat...de fapt esti singurul care conteaza, singurul pe care il iubesc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar acum am impresia ca existi doar ca sa am la ce visa..pentru ca e doar un joc nebunesc in care ca si ceilalti te prefaci ca totul e ok si alaturi de ei distrugi lucrurile care ne unesc si nu reusesc sa.mi amintesc chipul tau si imi pare rau...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ......dar asta nu este unicul meu regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tu gandeste ca nici eu nu pun&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Doi bani pe mine pt ca sunt nebuna.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Prefa.te ca esti eu si.o sa.ti placa poate,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dar in timpul asta eu voi fi departe.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Iti multumesc pentru timpul acordat,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pentru ce pot sau nu inca sa fac,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pentru ca datorita tie am evadat&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dintr.un trist trecut, dintr.un alb intunecat.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si te rog sa nu.i crezi pe ceilalti.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ei ma urasc pentru ca nu sunt evadati.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ei sunt povesti, sunt vise ciudate,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sunt nebuni, nu ca noi, suflete imaculate!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-8151183263794777639?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/8151183263794777639/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-wordsjust-feelings.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/8151183263794777639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/8151183263794777639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-wordsjust-feelings.html' title='No words...just feelings'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S4RJr5KSKDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/AjsKu9zk7zQ/s72-c/IMG1774Addd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-2280757644880241742</id><published>2010-02-14T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:25:33.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha:x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Si tot ce nu ai facut vreodata ,te-a doborat ca un traznet...ah, daca totusi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="navtext-12"&gt;[nu am scris.o eu, am gasit.o pur si simplu...dar&amp;nbsp; mi se pare prea geniala...] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-910015237386349181?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/910015237386349181/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/02/cand-aveai-1-ea-te-hranit-si-te-imbaiat.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/910015237386349181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/910015237386349181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/02/cand-aveai-1-ea-te-hranit-si-te-imbaiat.html' title='...'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S3RfV1VNSBI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Ysy8tP9J7Fw/s72-c/IMG2381Adddddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-61687036835243355</id><published>2010-02-08T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:41:22.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru ca mi.e dor...8-|</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="55" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/lcfcie15/debdcc5ff52033.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=233&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Korekt%20ft.%20Rafaga%20-%20Sabes"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/lcfcie15/debdcc5ff52033.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=233&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Korekt%20ft.%20Rafaga%20-%20Sabes"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodia noastra mha:x :)), una din ele &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si toate astea pentru ca mi.e dor...mi.e dor de tot ce a fost...a trecut prea repede...&lt;br /&gt;Mi.e dor de zilele in care mergeam la camin,si stateam ore intregi, fara sa ne plictisim...dansam, radeam si tot  ce ne trecea prin cap... cand chiuleam doar pentru ca nu aveam chef de ore si mergeam sa repetam dansurile si tot ce mai faceam...poate nu era totul perfect, dar eram fericite si asta era tot ce conta... si cat ne mai ofticam dupa fiecare spectacol ca nu iesea totul bine....&lt;br /&gt;Ehh..asta este..a trecut prea repede... &lt;br /&gt;[cateva poze...asta am mai gasit..pentru ca nsh und st dvd.urile ;))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S3CSKtI8w-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/0-_vRYgDNjE/s320/Clip_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S3CSPHSCpQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/7T3gciXGDcA/s1600-h/Clip_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S3CSPHSCpQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/7T3gciXGDcA/s320/Clip_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce sa mai...mi.e dor de toot...si asta nu e decat o mica parte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-61687036835243355?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/61687036835243355/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/02/pentru-ca-mie-dor8.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/61687036835243355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/61687036835243355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/02/pentru-ca-mie-dor8.html' title='Pentru ca mi.e dor...8-|'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S3COxnt5P_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ny0ji2jQ7oo/s72-c/Clip_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-6705263174826027108</id><published>2010-01-26T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:10:58.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tot ce ne uneste ne si desparte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ilona/cc00b18690fa86.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ilona/cc00b18690fa86.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa te strang in brate , sa tip de fericire si sa nu.mi pese de nimeni, sa pot sa ma exprim fara sa fiu judecata, sa.ti spun tot ce simt...dar realitatea ma opreste.Uneori am nevoie sa te vad, sa stiu ca esti bine, sa stiu ca esti fericit, am nevoie de privirea ta atat de nevinovata de copil care ma omoara cu fiecare clipit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S18ugIuvxZI/AAAAAAAAASk/zmpiqlxEDjk/s1600-h/IMG1521Addddd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S18ugIuvxZI/AAAAAAAAASk/zmpiqlxEDjk/s320/IMG1521Addddd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pentru ca esti special si pentru ca tu esti si ramai motivul care m.a schimbat, odata cu tine am inceput sa iubesc ceea ce uram candva sau ce nu indrazneam sa accept, si am inceput sa&amp;nbsp; urasc tot ce credeam ca imi face bine si de fapt ma tinea pe loc, mi.ai deschis ochii ,m.ai desprins de trecut si mi.ai dat forta sa merg mai departe, cu toate ca nu esti langa mine...&lt;br /&gt;Am nevoie sa am linistea mea, sa ma asculti pana si atunci cand tac, sa ma strangi in brate si sa nu.mi mai dai drumul...si de cand ne.am cunoscut&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tot nu reusesc sa inteleg de ce destinul a decis sa ne intalnim si apoi ne.a ucis fiecare vis, fiecare speranta facandu.ne sa stam departe unul de celalat...&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca toate or sa treaca dar n.a fost asa,stiu ca nu poti sa ma uiti, stiu si n.as vrea s.o faci...pentru ca eu nu am cum si nu poti sa ma invinovatesti pentru asta...acum taci si asculta.ma, si lasa.ma sa cred ca totul va fi bine&amp;nbsp; intr.un final...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si nu ma lasa sa plang, da.mi macar 5 motive sa rad, si acum fa ceva sa iti fie macar tie mai bine, si nu.ti face griji daca o sa mai si pierzi, nu poti castiga mereu, si invata sa nu.ti pastrezi sufletul de gheata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Si cu toate ca uneori voiam sa zambesti doar pentru mine, acum invata.ma doar cum sa.ti spun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...ca te ador fara sa te deranjez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..si toate astea pentru ca&amp;nbsp; o sa trebuiasca sa.mi aduc aminte de el si va fi trist sau va fi frumos, va fi ridicol sau poate serios,&amp;nbsp; o sa.mi&amp;nbsp; aduc aminte de el, de ceea ce a fost si nu v.a mai fi,ceea ce as fi vrut sa fie si nu era....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-6705263174826027108?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/6705263174826027108/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-vrea-sa-te-strang-in-brate-sa-tip-de.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/6705263174826027108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/6705263174826027108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-vrea-sa-te-strang-in-brate-sa-tip-de.html' title='Tot ce ne uneste ne si desparte...'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S18ugIuvxZI/AAAAAAAAASk/zmpiqlxEDjk/s72-c/IMG1521Addddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-3748505080821950738</id><published>2010-01-24T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T08:38:50.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deesene ;;) :"&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S1x3aua2nCI/AAAAAAAAARc/pjTPwUOU9X4/s320/IMG1691A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S1x3duGyoBI/AAAAAAAAARk/5CpEBWrkqTY/s1600-h/IMG1692A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S1x3duGyoBI/AAAAAAAAARk/5CpEBWrkqTY/s320/IMG1692A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S1x3f12OALI/AAAAAAAAARs/F8yet_-CjxE/s1600-h/IMG1694A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S1x3f12OALI/AAAAAAAAARs/F8yet_-CjxE/s320/IMG1694A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-3748505080821950738?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/3748505080821950738/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/01/deesene.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/3748505080821950738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/3748505080821950738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/01/deesene.html' title='deesene ;;) :&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S1x2F_U34HI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LtHqZGpBkn4/s72-c/IMG1670A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-4918052327216157045</id><published>2010-01-15T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:39:39.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please take me away from here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/simmonna/e3d66491ab6e05.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/simmonna/e3d66491ab6e05.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii.. uneori imi doresc ca tu sa fi fost doar un vis...un simplu vis care sa nu.l pot exprima in cuvinte..cel putin din el ma trezeam, chiar daca nu o faceam cu zambetul pe buze...Ma trezesc printre cuvinte confuze si imagini difuze..iar rabdarea deja e in plus de mult timp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S1Cj1jh8D5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/qQ_XUROOu3o/s1600-h/broken+smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S1Cj1jh8D5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/qQ_XUROOu3o/s320/broken+smile.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sa mai astept?&lt;br /&gt;Ce?&lt;br /&gt;De ce?&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru ce? &lt;br /&gt;...privesc cum toate se duc...si nu.mi pasa...&lt;br /&gt;Incearca sa privesti si tu prin ochii mei...oare o sa vezi ce.am vazut si eu candva? oare o sa ai curaj sa spui adevarul...sau o sa te minti in continuare ca nu.ti pasa?&lt;br /&gt;Stii? cineva mi.a spus ca fericirea e in mainile mele, ca inca pot sa fac ce vreau cu ea...sa nu o las sa scape...dar nu stia ca am mainile legate..&lt;br /&gt;Si nu ma multumesc doar cu niste cuvinte aruncate.n sec, vreau faptee...si inca nu stiu cat sa.mi permit sa simt si cat sa evit...sa nu simt nevoia&amp;nbsp; sa joc un alt rol...&lt;br /&gt;Si dupa atatea...inca mai am un raspuns de dat...iar tu mai ai o intrebare de pus ...dar tu taci si ma zdruncina pana si&amp;nbsp; urletul tau tacut...si tu n.ai nici un drept sa ma judeci...fiindca tu nu stii nimic...pentru ca tu nu stii sa simti...&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tu stii doar sa gandesti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-4918052327216157045?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/4918052327216157045/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-take-me-away-from-here.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/4918052327216157045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/4918052327216157045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-take-me-away-from-here.html' title='Please take me away from here...'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/S1Cj1jh8D5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/qQ_XUROOu3o/s72-c/broken+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-1156754895390028944</id><published>2009-12-15T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:27:41.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hope is just a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/alex2012/c9c6c882cbef18.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/alex2012/c9c6c882cbef18.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Syfv-L39JnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/a6Hziq4c2y8/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Syfv-L39JnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/a6Hziq4c2y8/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunt atatea drumuri pe care mergem , atatea alegeri care trebuiesc facute la un moment dat...uneori ajungem pe drumuri gresite din cauza unei alegeri proaste, care aparent pare alegerea ideala dar care ascunde multe.&lt;br /&gt;Uneori gasim forta sa mergem mai departe...alteori nu, uneori renuntam si ne intoarcem alteori mergem mai departe crezand ca o sa gasim sfarsitul si ca totul o sa fie bine...doar ca uneori drumul spre un sfarsit fericit&amp;nbsp; e un&amp;nbsp; drum infinit, si chiar daca refuzi sa crezi ca drumul pe care mergi nu are un sfarsit fericit si continui sa visezi, la un moment dat va trebui sa te trezesti si sa.ti dai seama de alegerea gresita pe care ai facut.o.&lt;br /&gt;Si chiar daca risti sa pierzi trebuie sa alegi..pana la urma orice ai alege tot o sa pierzi ceva...si daca nu o sa alegi tu o sa aleaga altcineva in locul tau, lasa.i pe altii sa aleaga si vei pierde mult mai mult pentru ca nimeni nu.ti vrea binele...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt&amp;nbsp; drumuri la care putem sa renuntam usor, trebuie doar sa ne intoarcem si sa o luam de la capat, dar sunt si drumuri cu sens unic pe care din moment ce l.ai ales nu mai exista cale de intoarcere si trebuie sa mergi pana la capat fie ca vrei fie ca nu.&lt;br /&gt;Drumul spre tine parea usor de parcurs, dar m.am inselat, e mai greu decat mi.am imaginat ..drumul spre tine e un drum spre infinit.&lt;br /&gt;Am avut momente cand am renuntat, cel putin am vrut sa renunt...am incercat de multe ori sa fug departe&amp;nbsp; de drumul tau, dar orice as fi facut m.as fi ratacit si de fiecare data am ajuns din nou pe drumul asta...uneori am impresia ca pur si simplu nu pot sa renunt.. in fata ta sunt mereu in dezavantaj.&lt;br /&gt;Am renuntat la tot ce m.ar fi ajutat sa scap de drumul asta, si poate am gresit crezand&amp;nbsp; ca o sa pot sa renunt si singura...&lt;br /&gt;Drumul asta a inceput cu un singur pas si se va termina cu cateva cuvinte...pentru ca fiecare inceput are si un sfarsit.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt atatea persoane care zilnic imi coloreaza viata, si da faci parte din ele, si o sa.ti spun asta mai tarziu, poate o sa fie prea tarziu, poate nu, poate o sa fie alegerea buna poate nu...dar de data asta eu sunt cea care alege, eu hotarasc ce si cum...si n.am de gand sa ma mai agit pentru ceea ce zic altii, si nici nu am de gand sa ofer mai mult decat primesc...&lt;span id="goog_1260904782129"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1260904782130"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Si iar promit sa nu te mai uit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-1156754895390028944?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/1156754895390028944/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/12/hope-is-just-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/1156754895390028944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/1156754895390028944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/12/hope-is-just-dream.html' title='The hope is just a dream'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Syfv-L39JnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/a6Hziq4c2y8/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-3711297021825028189</id><published>2009-11-03T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:09:01.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're special</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/annyux/869fbcf9a711d3.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/annyux/869fbcf9a711d3.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SvAYQXXPdsI/AAAAAAAAALk/0pfNWmEOv8M/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG4933Amodifframe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SvAYQXXPdsI/AAAAAAAAALk/0pfNWmEOv8M/s320/Copy+of+IMG4933Amodifframe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Era o seara de vara cand ai intalnit.o prima oara.credeai ca e la fel ca celelalte,dar felul ei de a fi era atat de diferit,te.a facut sa o placi fara sa vrea...Te regaseai in ea si asta nu depindea de faptul ca ochii ei erau cea mai clara oglinda.Si totusi nu.ti venea sa crezi,iti era teama sa te apropii de ea pentru ca toata viata ai fost inconjurat numai de scorpii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Te intelege cand gresesti ca n.ai voie sa te scuzi si asta te face sa n.o pierzi din ochi nici cand esti cu ochii inchisi,pentru ca si atunci ii auzi vorbele, sunt numai cuvinte care vrei sa le auzi.Nu.ti judeca trecutul sa te faca nefericit,te lasa sa visezi cand n.ai curaj sa mai iubesti pentru ca stie ca oamenii cersesc iubire pentru a gasii fericirea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Si nu vrea decat sa fie un copil,cu vorbe goale nu o poti ranii,in fata ei ai mainile legate,iar cu mainile legate nu o poti oprii...cu aripile frante nu te poti salva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Si esti&amp;nbsp; tu, e ea,daca ar fi a ta,daca ai fi al ei..sa luati in brate lumea intreaga ati putea,si atunci o vei urma,te va urma iar mana ta o va tine strans pe a ei..si impreuna ati da un sens vietii in care nimic nu are sens si cu toate astea maine vine iar si iar..Doar impreuna o sa impiedicati timpul sa va stearga amintirea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Si n.o lasa sa se piarda si sa astepte soarele sa.i schiteze un zambet,tu o faci sa zambeasca mai bine ca oricine pentru ca nimic nu se termina,nu se pierde pana nu a luat sfarsit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-3711297021825028189?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/3711297021825028189/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-special.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/3711297021825028189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/3711297021825028189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-special.html' title='you&apos;re special'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SvAYQXXPdsI/AAAAAAAAALk/0pfNWmEOv8M/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG4933Amodifframe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-1076917105409617933</id><published>2009-10-14T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:05:49.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>leapsa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Daca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram o lună,as fi fost martie^_^&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram o zi a săptămânii,as fi fost joi&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram un număr,as fi fost 5&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram o parte a zilei,as fi fost seara&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram un animal marin,as fi fost un delfin&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram un fruct,as fi fost o portocala&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram o direcţie, as fi fost ''inapoi'' in caz ca gresesc ceva sa pot schimba&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram o planetă,as fi fost luna&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram un lichid,as fi fost apa&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram o pasăre,as fi fost un porumbel&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram o plantă,as fi fost un trandafir[pasiune si ghimpi]&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram un tip de vreme,as fi fost ninsoarea&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram un instrument muzical,as fi fost o chitara&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram o emoţie,as fi fost emotia fericirii&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram un sunet,as fi fost o nota muzicala&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram un cântec,as fi fost ''21 guns''&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram un film,as fi fost ''twilight''&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram o carte, as fi fost ''zodia indragostitilor''&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram un fel de mâncare,as fi fost o prajitura&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram un oraş,as fi fost Brasov :x&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram un gust,as fi fost dulce-acrisor&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram o aromă,as fi fost aroma de portocale&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram o culoare,as fi fost verde&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram un cuvânt,as fi fost ''portocale''&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram o parte a corpului,as fi fost ochii&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram o expresie a feţei,as fi fost un zambet&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram o materie de şcoală,as fi fost desen&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram o haină,  as fi fost camasa&lt;br /&gt;Dacă eram ceva dulce,as fi fost ciocolata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leapsa merge mai departe&amp;nbsp; la cine mai vrea :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-1076917105409617933?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/1076917105409617933/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/10/leapsa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/1076917105409617933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/1076917105409617933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/10/leapsa.html' title='leapsa...'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-7442175674698474213</id><published>2009-10-05T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T04:37:28.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doi ochi noi</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Ssx9YMgw0TI/AAAAAAAAALM/5XX6F7sZkGE/s320/%3B%3B%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389820708684615986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Te aflii la locul obisnuit de fiecare data cand ti.e dor,si ramai acolo pana prinzi curaj sa continui..sa mergi mai departe…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Doi ochi te privesc, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aceiasi doi ochi care te.au iubit si au avut grija de tine..dar tu nu.i poti vedea si nu e din cauza luminii, nici a intunericului,nu e din cauza departarii,nici a apropierii,e de vina timpul…candva de mult ii recunosteai usor,ii iubeai, dar acum sunt lipsiti de viata, pentru tine nu mai reprezinta nimic sau cel putin asta incerci sa te convingi…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Incerci sa cauti explicatii acolo unde nu exista,si desi esti sigur ca nu vei gasi nimic,cauti in continuare incercand sa scapi de &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;acea secunda de singuratate ,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;secunda care de fapt e un minut,o ora,o zi, o saptamana, o luna,un an,o clepsidra cu nisip ud…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  lang="RO" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dar ceva in interiorul tau  iti aminteste cine sunt acei ochi,ce.ai simtit pentru ei,dar pe care i.ai pierdut pentru ca n.ai avut destula grija…i.ai pierdut pe un drum al amintirilor,iar acum refuzi sa retraiesti clipa si te pierzi in detalii inutile,te minti crezand ca ti.e bine,zambesti fals, razi ironic si treci nepasator pe langa ceilalti incercand sa ajungi la final,vrei sa castigi aceasta lupta…si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;incepi sa mergi repede,iar mersul devine alert transformandu.se intr.un alergat continuu prin viata…si ajungi in final primul,singur de altfel…si atunci te trezesti, esti tot acolo in acel loc…doar tu si acei doi ochi ce te privesc..acum intelegi tot si te duci spre ei,nu va vorbiti, nu va zambiti…va cufundati intr.o imbratisare inepuizabila,o imbratisare doar a voastra…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-7442175674698474213?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/7442175674698474213/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/10/doi-ochi-noi.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/7442175674698474213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/7442175674698474213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/10/doi-ochi-noi.html' title='doi ochi noi'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Ssx9YMgw0TI/AAAAAAAAALM/5XX6F7sZkGE/s72-c/%3B%3B%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-3961152768263478136</id><published>2009-10-04T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:41:26.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai grija de el</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Krmen/40906398ebb4ab.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Krmen/40906398ebb4ab.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SsjAfM302cI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DOpCZ7D0cUI/s1600-h/hihi8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SsjAfM302cI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DOpCZ7D0cUI/s320/hihi8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388768596412651970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu nu pot sa.i mai fiu alaturi,tot ce am acum in gand e sa las totul in trecut,nu mai pot sa lupt ..e prea tarziu si prea departe pentru a mai visa,o sa las in urma chiar si fericirea mea,pentru ca fericirea mea e el..iar acum renunt la tot..&lt;br /&gt;Dar inainte vreau sa ma asigur ca lui ii va fi bine si tu oricare ai fi sa ai grija de el,sa.l iubesti cum n.ar mai face.o nimeni altcineva,sa.l ridici cand cade,sa fi ingerul lui,sa nu.i lasi vre.o data ochii fara culoare,sa.i schimbi lacrimile in zambet,sa.i inchizi ochii si sa.l faci sa viseze cat mai profund,sa pictezi cu el amintiri pe o stea,sa nu lasi ploaia sa cada peste zambetul lui,sa.i incalzesti sufletul,sa.i fi alaturi mereu,sa nu.l ranesti,sa.i demonstrezi totul printr.un simplu gest,sa zambesti doar pentru el,sa faci tot ce mie nu mi.e permis...sa.l faci FERICIT.&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu judeci trecutul ca sa.l faci nefericit,stai linistita ca vei intelege totul la momentul potrivit si&lt;br /&gt; nu incerca sa.l schimbi,crede.ma e prefect asa cum e...si nu vreau sa.l vad schimbat ci doar fericit!&lt;br /&gt;Nu incerca sa.l intelegi,doar iubeste.l si ai grija de el...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-3961152768263478136?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/3961152768263478136/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/10/ai-grija-de-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/3961152768263478136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/3961152768263478136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/10/ai-grija-de-el.html' title='Ai grija de el'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SsjAfM302cI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DOpCZ7D0cUI/s72-c/hihi8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-4357216941796289506</id><published>2009-09-26T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T08:44:18.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ma zdruncina urletul tau tacut</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/aliut/4d61d837522b92.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/aliut/4d61d837522b92.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Sr4xmUFZn0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/n7-1FCYHBXc/s1600-h/hihi45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Sr4xmUFZn0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/n7-1FCYHBXc/s320/hihi45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385796738677841730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nu simtim niciodata lucrurile care ne leaga decat atunci cand nu ne mai apartin..caci impreuna avem aceleasi dorinte oricat am suferii...ar fi fost mai bine daca n.am fi crezut in nimeni si nimic..am fi zburat departe de lume doar noi...noi doi.&lt;br /&gt;Dar acum nu.ti face griji pe care ai sa o alegi,caci oricum n.ai sa gasesti ceea ce.ti doresti si nu faci decat sa te legi la ochi si sa mergi inainte pana vei gasi drumul inapoi spre singura persoana care te poate dezlega si langa care vei fi fericit cu adevarat...&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata nu intoarce spatele provocarilor, uneori sunt singurele care conteaza si nu.ti face griji daca ai ganduri rele caci faptele sunt importante,si inceteaza sa mai pui lacate inimii tale din cauza celorlalti si daca nu stii de ce esti in stare incearca.te. Nu.ti mai omora emotiile si sentimentele oricum maine vei avea altele mai puternice.&lt;br /&gt;Si de vei gasi drumul inapoi nici nu stiu daca as vrea sa ma iubesti sau sa te prefaci...caci te.am iubit si m.ai iubit chiar daca au existat&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Sr41wJRTGlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lMnT67P0h6I/s1600-h/untitled555555555+rama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Sr41wJRTGlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lMnT67P0h6I/s320/untitled555555555+rama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385801305620159058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; greseli...acum imi permit sa spun ca nu am regrete,desii daca as vrea as gasii cateva..dar asta nu mai conteaza,asta nu ne va aduce impreuna si alta data sa taci pentru ca ai vazut ca uneori cuvintele pot  despartii oamenii si cel putin nu sunt adevarate,dar acum regretele nu.si mai au rostul si desi te minti ca ai uitat,amintirile se joaca se joaca si acum in mintea ta,un joc placut dar dureros...&lt;br /&gt;Si cu toate astea zambeste,chiar daca zambetul tau dureaza o clipa,macar stii ca in spatele lui au ramas o mie de amintiri vii...&lt;br /&gt;Si daca dupa tot ce ti.am spus n.ai inteles nimic inseamna ca a trecut atata timp fara rost..de fapt totul are rost fara sa stim...&lt;br /&gt;Si acum sa plang nu incerc,sa incerc nu stiu,sa stiu nu vreau,sa vreau nu pot,sa uit nu invat,sa invat nu ascult,sa ascult nu pot,sa pot NU VREAU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-4357216941796289506?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/4357216941796289506/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/09/nu-simtim-niciodata-lucrurile-care-ne.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/4357216941796289506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/4357216941796289506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/09/nu-simtim-niciodata-lucrurile-care-ne.html' title='ma zdruncina urletul tau tacut'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Sr4xmUFZn0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/n7-1FCYHBXc/s72-c/hihi45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-6636263531458096583</id><published>2009-09-07T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:36:13.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desene :"&gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SpwKvFJXygI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wgiCHXf-uac/s320/lips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376183859125144066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Traim intr.o lume plina de ura si invidie..in care dragostea si iubirea stau intr.un colt uitate de toti si toate…traim intr.o lume in care nu exista prieteni adevarati..sunt doar niste umbre ..niste umbre reci care sunt langa tine doar cand e soare..cand e frig si rece dispar …E&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;o lume egoista care vrea totul pentru ea,care nu vrea sa imparta cu tine nici fericire,nici zambete,nici lacrimi…NIMIC..toti traiesc pentru ei.nu le poti patrunde in suflet..si daca ai reusi n.ai gasi nimic acolo…e gol .sau e numai invidie,nefericire…si intr.un colt e&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;putina iubire si fericire …pana si ele sunt triste uita.te acolo si pli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;ne de praf…nu.i pasa nimanui de ele…nu poti avea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;incredere in nimeni.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Te uiti la un copil..si vezi cat e de fericit..pentru ca nu.i pasa de nimeni..are lumea lui, zambeste si nu o face pentru ca are nevoie de ceva,ci pentru ca e fericit…poate asa am fost si noi…poate inca mai suntem…pentru cateva secunde stai si asculta copilul din tine care a fost uitat…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Am uitat sa mai visam,insa nu am uitat sa ne preocupe grija de ceilalti,am uitat sa iubim insa nu am uitat sa uram,am uitat sa zambim insa nu am uitat sa plangem, am uitat sa daruim afectiune insa nu am uitat sa frangem inimi…asa sunteti toti..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Eu? eu nu sunt asa,eu nu vreau sa fiu asa…eu vreau sa fiu altfel…vreau sa fiu un copil , sunt fericita am imaginatia de partea mea…eu nu visez numai atunci cand dorm..eu visez mereu…incerc sa inchid ochii in fata rautatii celorlalti ca sa.i pot vedea ca pe niste prieteni..nu vreau sa privesc realitatea…e mult prea cruda si aiurea…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Si oricat de trista as fi zambesc…vad atatea lacrimi in jurul meu incat nu vreau sa incurc pe nimeni cu ale mele,incerc sa le sterg pe ale lor si sa readuc un zambet pe buzele lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;r..incerc sa le cos ranile cu un glas dulce…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ne pierdem intr.o lume plina de minciuna in care fiecare are o masca pe care o poarta mereu… adevarul e prea greu de suportat si ne mintim unii pe altii…ne mintim noi insine…adevarul doare si uneori il spunem pentru ca cel din fata noastra nu merita altceva si incearca sa inchida tot cu ‘’hai sa uitam’’ sau ‘’asta a fost ,hai sa terminam povestea asta o data’’…normal lui ii e usor sa uite si sa stearga cu buretele tot..si pe tine sa te lase sa plutesti in minciuna…dar nu..tu nu asta voiai sa auzi..tu vrei sa auzi adevarul..tu vrei sa inchei tot..nu vrei sa lasi povestea asta fara sfarsit..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;‘’Esti atat de copila ‘’…da aud asta foarte des..si sti ce? Nu vreau sa ma schimb..mi.e bine asa.. si nu nu sunt o copila incerc sa fiu..oricum nimeni nu.mi stie problemele si nimeni nu ma poate ajuta…de ce sa ma complic…nimeni nu e in stare sa poarte o lupta pentru el insusi dar sa ma ajute pe mine…toti vreti sa ma ajutati,dar nu vedeti ca aveti nevoie de ajutor mai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SpwLE2-XtWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RrpC2Ss67Ws/s1600-h/dennn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SpwLE2-XtWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RrpC2Ss67Ws/s320/dennn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376184233278027106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;mult ca mine..eu am invatat sa lupt si singura…nu sunt chiar atat de copila chiar daca asta dau de inteles…voi credeti ca aveti probleme…ce probleme ma..ma criticati ca nu reactionez la copilariile voastre pe care le considerati&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;probleme…pay daca ati fi fost in locul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;meu..ati fi inteles..si nu ati mai fi plans la o zgarietura…dar asta este… nu suntem toti la fel…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Voi ramaneti la fel in lumea voastra..eu intr.a mea… lasati.ma pe mine in pace..ajutati.va pe voi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Copil naiv..da asta vreau sa fiu…mi.am pus sufletul in mainile tale… sunt ca o marioneta..ai grija cum tragi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;de sfori..nu vreau sa cad..am cazut de mii de ori din cauza altora…nu incerca sa ma iubesti decat daca esti sigur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ca o sa reusesti.pentru ca traim intr.o lume de plastic in care toti suntem niste papusi..iar atele de care atarnam sunt cele mai mari sanse care ne apar in cale..iar daca nu stim sa profitam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;de ele la timp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;se rup una cate una…si putem pica oricand si ne putem rupe in bucatele in fiecare secunda&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-7013113105609931325?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SpwKvFJXygI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wgiCHXf-uac/s72-c/lips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-4846807186432590849</id><published>2009-08-30T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:13:56.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o prietenie trece si prin foc</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/oliv24/232b9fe66b8e63.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/oliv24/232b9fe66b8e63.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prietenie adevarata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SprOGIJglSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zQZdRvI_Mqs/s1600-h/IMG3772Amodified.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SprOGIJglSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zQZdRvI_Mqs/s320/IMG3772Amodified.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375835709882012962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Se spune ca o prietenie trece si prin foc...dar nu.i chiar asa..pentru asta e nevoie de lipsa celor ce ne vor raul... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u1:worddocument&gt;   &lt;u1:view&gt;Normal&lt;/u1:View&gt;   &lt;u1:zoom&gt;0&lt;/u1:Zoom&gt;   &lt;u1:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;u1:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;u1:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/u1:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;u1:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/u1:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;u1:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/u1:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;u1:compatibility&gt;    &lt;u1:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;u1:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;u1:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;u1:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;u1:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/u1:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;u1:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/u1:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/u1:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u2:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/u2:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;de ce exista invidie,ura,rautate pe pamant ,de ce nu ne putem bucura de persoanele la care tinem, de ce dintr.o vorba incarcata cu ura si invidie se termina tot…? de ce ? de ce?..vesnica intrebare…atatea intrebari si nici un raspuns…:-s &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Sunt intrebari care nu vor avea un raspuns niciodata…de ce?..pentru ca lumea nu se schimba,pentru ca nimeni nu.ti vrea binele…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uneori &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gresim fata de prieteni …spunem niste chestii la nervi..&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; si nu se spune ca prietenii se accepta intre ei cu calitati si defecte..si trec peste toate,ca nu putem fi perfecti si de ce sa nu ne corectam unii pe altii,prieteni sunt aceia care iti spun unde si cum ai gresit,car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;e te ajuta sa repari greseala si daca nu stii cum te invata, si nu incep sa te jigneasca doar pentru ca ai avut si tu o zi proasta si ti.ai desc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;arcat nervii pe ei…un prieten adevarat sterge cu buretele tot in a 2.a secunda si te calmeaza…nu te jigneste si rupe&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;prietenia in minutul 2…dar tacem si trecem si peste asta… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sunt inconjurata de prieteni si totusi ma simt singura...uneori sunt atat de straina printre atatia cunoscuti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;toti ne dorim prieteni adevarati care sa nu ne abandoneze la prima lupta ci sa lupte cu noi, multi cauta dar foarte putini gasesc...&lt;br /&gt;stii ce? m.am saturat de prieteni falsi..pe care ii ajuti si ai face orice pentru ei..dar cand e vorba de tine se dau la o parte,se fac ca ploua...m.am saturat de prieteni care iti zic ca le e dor de tine doar pentru ca au nevoie sa fie ascultati..pt ca nimeni n.o face mai bine ca tin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SprOwEYP8NI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZPKdnXWdkV0/s1600-h/IMG3843Amodif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SprOwEYP8NI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZPKdnXWdkV0/s320/IMG3843Amodif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375836430424600786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e.si iti povesteste si se descarca..dar pe tine nu te intreaba...ma tu esti bine?esti fericita?ai patit ceva?...nu. ce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;conteaza ce patesti tu?..daca esti in regula,conteaza doar toate nimicurile pe care le fac ei..care sunt mai presus de tine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;si totusi si fara prieteni chiar asa falsi cum sunt..nu putem trai...dar eu poate sunt unul din cazurile fericite..eu am gasit prietenia...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cineva spunea ca prietenia e ca o ata,si daca rupi firul..chiar daca il legi la loc nodul ramane..sincer nu sunt de acord...eu cred ca prietenia e ca o foiae mototolita de ura,invidie,indiferenta si gelozie din partea celorlalti..si se poate rupe...intradevar nu se mai poate lega sau lipi pentru ca urmele se mai vad..dar cred ca se poate arde...iar cenusa ce rezulta va fi o prietenie mai stransa ...pt ca cenusa nu se poate rupe,orice ai face ramane la fel...dar poti sa.i schimbi forma cum vrei:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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foc'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SprOGIJglSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zQZdRvI_Mqs/s72-c/IMG3772Amodified.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-7159203744467982328</id><published>2009-08-28T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:16:45.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inimi cicatrizate</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Summer43/8f5c6d64460f47.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param 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dispari  pur si simplu din viata sa din cauza invidiei celor din jur sau dintr.o prostie, lasi rani imense care cu timpul se inchid si devin cicatrici...dar sti si cicatricile dor cateodata...&lt;br /&gt;Cand crezi ca ai uitat tot si rana s.a inchis,e de ajuns sa te intorci cateva secunde in trecut si sa te lasi purtata pe aripile amintirilor, imbratisezi trecutul  de care cu greu te mai desprinzi, iar cicatricea se deschide si rana se adanceste mai mult,si doare,nu neaparat ca ai plecat fara motiv,ci faptul ca e singura persoana care poate sa te ajute sa inchizi rana,iar pe ea n.o intereseaza.Tine la tine si sti foarte bine asta.dar teama si orgoliul o impiedica sa te ajute:|&lt;br /&gt;De ce intotdeauna te atasezi de persoana nepotrivita?de ce ajungi s.o iubesti si sa nu te accepte din cine stie ce motiv prostesc,si mai ales cand iti arata ca ii pasa,si nu poti sa renunti...&lt;br /&gt;Si cauti motive,care stii ca nu sunt adevarate,ci doar incerci sa te departezi inainte sa lase urme,si exact  cand esti gata sa renunti intervine ceva si te surprinde intr.un mod cat se poate de placut si atunci cum sa renunti?&lt;br /&gt;Si daca nu vrea nimic de ce nu te lasa sa renunti la aceasta batalie pe care o porti in zadar,dar de ce nu iti spune? ce o impiedica? de ce ii e teama? de ce face asta?...&lt;br /&gt;Poate chiar tine la tine si ii e teama sa vorbeasca,n.o spune in cuvinte dar sti perfect ce simte&lt;br /&gt;Te uiti la ea si vezi un copil,privesti in ochii ei si citesti inocenta,ii patrunzi in suflet si te regasesti acolo. te.ai agatat  de sufletul ei de copil si nu vrei sa.i  dai drumul,pentru ca sti ca are nevoie de tine copilul din ea si pentru ca vezi in ea tot ce iti lipseste tie,va completati perfect unul pe celalalt dar nu intelege...nu intelege ca vrei sa zambeasca doar pentru tine..si asta te raneste,o rana simpla la inceput neimportanta dar care se mareste tot mai mult cu trecerea timpului...pana incetezi sa mai lupti si rana se inchide incetul cu incetul,dar nu scapi.stiu ca asta ai vrea dar ramane o urma..ramane cicatricea  si e trist ca nu e singura rana..si ce sa faci cu o inima cicatrizata...si toate astea pentru ce? pentru ca nu intelege ca esti un simplu om...un visator ce o iubeste enorm &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-7159203744467982328?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/7159203744467982328/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/08/inimi-cicatrizate.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/7159203744467982328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/7159203744467982328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/08/inimi-cicatrizate.html' title='inimi cicatrizate'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SpggikbRjpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oap8FyhpnjI/s72-c/ehhhe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-5895037034429043865</id><published>2009-08-27T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:51:44.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ne schimba fiecare lucru ce il iubim cu adevarat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Xperiment/b9cd04f0917abc.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Xperiment/b9cd04f0917abc.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Spbdh3KhyvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/e5d8OF8dT8s/s1600-h/IMG3569A1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374726779126794994" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Spbdh3KhyvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/e5d8OF8dT8s/s320/IMG3569A1.jpg" style="float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;'oare exista cineva care sa te iubească fără sa incerce sa te schimbe?''...mda o simpla întrebare care mi s.a pus la un moment dat..si la care nu am reuşit sa răspund...dar acum pot&lt;br /&gt;De fapt nimeni nu încearcă sa te schimbe,dar cand iubeşti cu adevărat te schimbi fără sa.ti dai seama.Persoana trece dar obisnuinta ramane aceeaşi,fie ca vrem sau nu..&lt;br /&gt;Cand iubim,ramanem la fel preschimbati putin in acea persoana...Urasc cand cineva incearca sa ma schimbe,dar recunosc si eu m.am schimbat fara sa vreau...pana si ochii mi s.au schimbat,acum vad lumea cu alti ochi,datorita tie am inceput sa iubesc ceea ce uram candva sau ceea ce refuzam sa accept.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost uniti doar de o idee la inceput,dar mai tarziu eram uniti de tot ce ne inconjoara. m.am schimbat si eu,te.ai schimbat si tu si am ajuns sa fim la fel pana cand s.a cascat o prapastie intre noi care ne.a impins usor dar inevitabil in directii diferite si am ramas eu putin preschimbata in tine iar tu putin preschimbat in mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-5895037034429043865?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/5895037034429043865/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/08/ne-schimba-fiecare-lucru-ce-il-iubim-cu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-6379784455058608397</id><published>2009-08-19T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:50:24.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prea tarziu pentru ''noi''</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Sow4vP4-ygI/AAAAAAAAADg/OvniOQbfnYA/s1600-h/deniiiiii.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371730839916694018" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Sow4vP4-ygI/AAAAAAAAADg/OvniOQbfnYA/s320/deniiiiii.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 241px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ldodo/d03a9ee0d52715.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ldodo/d03a9ee0d52715.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[el]-de ce ne.am despartit? &lt;br /&gt;[ea]-de ce ma intrebi asta tocmai acum?&lt;br /&gt;[el]-nu stiu.poate pt ca te vreau inapoi...&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-uff...nu ti se pare un pic cam prea tarziu?&lt;br /&gt;[el]-nu..niciodata nu e prea tarziu..&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-ba eu cred ca e mult prea tarziu pentru asta..&lt;br /&gt;[el]-dar...cel putin ai tinut la mine?&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-da..am tinut&lt;br /&gt;[el]-si de ce nu mi.ai aratat?&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-pentru ca nu ti.a pasat...pentru ca sti foarte bine ca ai fost cu ea,si imi era prietena.cum crezi ca ii venea ei...chiar daca zicea ca nu ii pasa...&lt;br /&gt;[el]-dar si.a batut joc de mine..&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-stiu..si totusi&lt;br /&gt;[el]-si de ce nu mi.ai spus?&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-m.ai intrebat?&lt;br /&gt;[el]-mnu...8-|si totusi puteai sa.mi spui...&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-nu avea rost.nu ti.a pasat...&lt;br /&gt;[el]-BA DA!&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-BA NUU!esti un mincinos..nici tu nu crezi ce spui..&lt;br /&gt;[el]-ba da...cred ce spun&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-eu nu...si pana la urma ce mai vrei de la mine?&lt;br /&gt;[el]-vreau...nu mai vreau nimic...doar sa.ti spun ca imi pare rau ca te.am pierdut..si ca am tinut la tine...&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-de ce nu taci?...daca tineai la mine,eram si acum impreuna...&lt;br /&gt;[el]-dar...&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-nici.un dar...nu mai.nu mai vreau explicatii si promisiuni pe care le stiu deja...le spui degeaba nu te audd!!&lt;br /&gt;[el]-macar mai da.mi o sansa...&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-nu am dat niciodata a.2.a sansa,dc as face.o acum?m.ai avut odata de ce nu m.ai tinut langa tine?&lt;br /&gt;[el]-te.ai schimbat...mult..&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-nu nu m.am schimbat,am ramas la fel...doar in ochii tai m.am schimbat,m.ai pierdut e imposibil sa mai gasesti iubirea ce ti.am purtat.o,am ascuns.o atat de bine incat nici eu nu o mai gasesc...&lt;br /&gt;[el]-si cu noi cum ramane?&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-care noi?noi nu mai exista de mult,exista eu si tu separat...crezi ca noi exista doar cand ai tu chef?&lt;br /&gt;[el]-ah..regreti ce a fost intre noi nu?&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-nu.nu regret nimic...a fost frumos atunci..&lt;br /&gt;[el]-adica vreau sa spun daca ai putea da timpul inapoi,ai schimba ceva?&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-nu as schimba nimic,ti.am spus....&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-dar tu.tu ai schimba ceva?&lt;br /&gt;[el]-sti bine ca inca te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-chiar daca nu mai cred...voiam s.o mai aud odata&lt;br /&gt;[el]-si acum..?&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-acum? nimic! pleaca!!!&lt;br /&gt;[el]-dar te iubeeesc!&lt;br /&gt;[ea]-nu mai tipa ca nu mai ascult...pleaca si nu te mai intoarce inapoi nici macar cu privirea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; te.am iubit fraiere...dar asta a fost atunci...&lt;div 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&apos;&apos;noi&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Sow4vP4-ygI/AAAAAAAAADg/OvniOQbfnYA/s72-c/deniiiiii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-834713085643808420</id><published>2009-08-18T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T07:17:51.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no love,no glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/skorpio/c25319d654a89c.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/skorpio/c25319d654a89c.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SpPi4XpdAQI/AAAAAAAAADw/JeQSr4NQq4Q/s1600-h/dedee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SpPi4XpdAQI/AAAAAAAAADw/JeQSr4NQq4Q/s320/dedee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373888238431568130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O iubesti intai din mila,sau pt ca te simti dator fata de un suflet care te iubeste fara sa.ti ceara nimic in schimb,sau o iubesti pt ca sti ca asta o face fericita,apoi te obijnuiesti cu zambetul ei,cu vocea ei si treptat ajungi s.o iubesti si simti nevoia sa o ai langa tine zilnic,practic esti dependent de prezenta ei.&lt;br /&gt;Nu.ti mai pasa de prieteni sau de persoanele care te inconjoara si spui ca nu poti trai fara ea,dar totusi o faci...si desii esti perfect constient  ca te iubeste, o ranesti.poate fara sa vrei sau poate esti constient de ceea ce faci.o faci pt ca ai gasit ceva mai bun,sau poate te.ai plictisit si vrei altceva,nu e perfecta stiu dar adu.ti aminte ca,cu ceva timp in urma si cel mai mare defect era o calitate..&lt;br /&gt;si o parasesti fara sa.i spui nimic,o lasi sa inteleaga singura  pt ca nu ai nici macar curajul sa dai ochii cu ea..dc? pt ca esti un LAS...te ascunzi dupa deget dar ochii te dau de gol..pt ca joci prost acest rol si iti bati joc de o persoana care nu merita asta..dar tu esti tare in fata prietenilor tai,ce mai conteaza ce simte ea..:-jsi stii bine ca tine la tine in felul ei,nu e perfecta,e doar o copila care te iubeste...si mai bine te duceai si ii spunea.i ca nu o mai placi,nu mai simti nimic pentru ea..dar refuzi sa intelegi ca te iubeste si vrea sa fi fericit..si cand vede ca nu ai curajul nici macar sa dai ochii cu ea iti spune...''nu trebuia decat sa.mi spui prostutule,nu te.as fi oprit,nu as fi stat in calea fericirii tale,pentru ca tu meriti ceva mai bun decat mine,meriti ceea ce iti doresti''si atunci nu iti pasa..sau iti pasa dar de ce sa recunosti.ce tu esti prost...deh ca doar ai prietenii care te incurajeaza ca ai altceva mai bun acum,ca nu.ti oferea nimic..dar daca stai sa te gandesti ti.a oferit tot ce avea mai bun iubire fara sa.ti ceara nimic in schimb..ehh dar dupa mintile bolnave ale prietenilor tai care se gandesc doar la sex..asta nu inseamna nimic...&lt;br /&gt;si la inceput esti ok,nu te intereseaza,ai gasit pe cineva care iti ofera tot,dar de fapt nimic si realizezi asta prea tarziu cand te intorci ingenunchiat si iti spui ''e prea tarziu''.si totusi iti iei inima in dinti  si incerci sa.i mai ceri o sansa..si te duci ii spui ca  ai fost un prost,iar ea n.o sa auda pt ca stie deja..stie cat a plans si tie nu ti.a pasat...si iti spune..''ma bucur ca acum esti fericit'',si abea acum iti dai seama ca ai fost un idiot si ai pierdut tot si ca acum altcineva se bucura acum de sufletul ei cald,de inocenta si zambetul ei de copil......si iti e dor de ea dar nu o poti avea pt ca ai avut.o si nu ai avut grija de ea,nu ai stiut cat o sa.ti lipseasca si vrei sa dai timpul inapoi,dar nu poti.iar pe ea ai pierdut.o pt totdeauna si nu ti.a pasat ai crezut ca st mii ca ea dar nu e nici macar una,si realizezi ca de fapt st mii ca tine...mii de prosti ...si o sa.ti spuna doar ''tarfa aia nu te.a facut fericit nu,poate crezi ca n.am tinut la tine,dar ma bucur si sti de ce?...pentru ca te.am iubit fraiere...''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-834713085643808420?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/834713085643808420/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/08/damien-rice-blowers-daughter-asculta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/834713085643808420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/834713085643808420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/08/damien-rice-blowers-daughter-asculta.html' title='no love,no glory'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SpPi4XpdAQI/AAAAAAAAADw/JeQSr4NQq4Q/s72-c/dedee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-1531202608591863719</id><published>2009-08-05T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:35:36.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SnmS9BDf_pI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jczba4IiDmI/s1600-h/just+hold+me.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366482007941447314" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SnmS9BDf_pI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jczba4IiDmI/s320/just+hold+me.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Deiutza87/893b87eda7aa06.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Deiutza87/893b87eda7aa06.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toate vin si pleaca,nu ramane nimic in loc,nu ramane nimic la fel..decat un singur lucru ramane neschimbat,intact. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amintirea&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;placute sau mai putin placute,amintirile raman mereu,si nu poti sa le schimbi cum vrei tu si oricat ai vrea sa uiti,sa fugi de ele nu ai sa reusesti..e de ajuns un lucru,un cuvant.un gest si ti se deruleaza tot in fata ochilor fara sa vrei...&lt;br /&gt;poti sa fugi ore,zile,saptamani,ani,e de ajuns o secunda sa privesti inapoi si realizezi ca nu ai ajuns atat de departe...esti mai aproape decat crezi de ce a fost odata..si incepi sa.ti amintesti cat de bine era langa el,ce fericiti erati impreuna...si iti amintesti ca nu l.ai primit inapoi de cate ori te.a rugat..nu i.ai aratat cat ai tinut la el atunci cand erati impreuna pentru ca erai prea ocupata sa cauti perfectiune, cautai ceva mai bun fara sa realizezi ca aveai langa tine un suflet cald care te iubea...si acum realizezi ca ai gresit..dar e prea tarziu...dar sti ce? zambeste..macar ai ramas cu amintirea,de fapt ce sa faci cu ea daca el nu mai e langa tine...chiar si asa zambeste..si gadeste.te cat te.a iubit,in timp ce tu ai uitat sa.i arati cat ti la el...&lt;br /&gt;Ehh ..stiu e greu sa zambesti,te doare,iti vine sa plangi...cand il vezi cu alta..dar intreaba.te si de ce cand il vezi cu ea de mana,lasa capul in jos,regreta!tot ce traieste e o minciuna,ii e dor de tine si totusi se multumeste cu ea, pentru ca stie ca tu n.o sa.l acepti...si ciudat ca nu poti sa accepti nici pe altcineva...asta nu stiu de ce...poate pentru ca te.ai inchis prea mult in tine,nu vrei sa accepti realitatea..traiesti in intuneric,iar ceilalti te privesc insistent.. citesti ura, invidie si indiferenta  in ochii lor...si stii ca vei ramane asa pana ce unui suflet bland i se va face mila si te va elibera..iar acea zi va insemna inceputul unei noi vieti in care lui nu.i vai mai fi permis sa intre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SnmTQSUE2PI/AAAAAAAAADY/_N5i_7DYO8M/s1600-h/IMG3078A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366482338991888626" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SnmTQSUE2PI/AAAAAAAAADY/_N5i_7DYO8M/s320/IMG3078A.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;si e ciudat ca nici pe el nu.l mai vrei dar nici pe altcineva nu accepti cu usurinta...si cauti pe cineva sa fie ca el...dar nu il vrei pe el inapoi....si e imposibil sa gasesti,toti suntem diferiti,gandim diferit,iubim diferit si o aratam in felul nostru,avem calitatile si defectele noastre.nimeni nu e la fel,si de cele mai muolte ori incercam sa fim perfecti,sa scoatem in evidenta calitatile..dar cei de langa noi trebuie sa ne cunoasca si defectele,sa ne iubeasca si sa ne accepte asa cum suntem, nimeni nu e perfect...&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca perfectiunea nu exista decat cand iubim cu adevarat,pentru ca  atunci esti prea ocupat sa iubesti si nu ai timp sa observi defectele,pana si cel mai mare defect il consideri perfect...&lt;br /&gt;. ___I________.&lt;br /&gt;.________miss______.&lt;br /&gt;._____________you_____.&lt;br /&gt;.___________________love___.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-1531202608591863719?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/1531202608591863719/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-you-love.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/1531202608591863719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/1531202608591863719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-you-love.html' title='i miss you love'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SnmS9BDf_pI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jczba4IiDmI/s72-c/just+hold+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-7773492079768646203</id><published>2009-08-05T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:30:36.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>despre ei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Snl7QWOE--I/AAAAAAAAADI/J23aN0t9N2g/s1600-h/deniiiiiii.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366455951761406946" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Snl7QWOE--I/AAAAAAAAADI/J23aN0t9N2g/s320/deniiiiiii.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/irynuuk/dcbadd91ca96e9.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/irynuuk/dcbadd91ca96e9.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niciodata n.am inteles de ce baietii admira intotdeauna numai corpul fetelor...&lt;br /&gt;de ce niciodata nu incearca sa descopere si sufletul cuiva?&lt;br /&gt;de ce nu vad si alte calitati in afara de corp?&lt;br /&gt;de ce cand vad o tipa care arata bine se gandesc la sex?&lt;br /&gt;de ce nu.si exprima sentimentele fata de cineva drag,doar ca sa para jmecheri in fata ''prietenilor'' lor?&lt;br /&gt;de ce asculta tot felul de tampenii,de prostii,de minciuni de la ''prietenii'' lor,cand sunt constienti ca nu vor sa.i vada fericiti alaturi de ea?&lt;br /&gt;de ce spun ''prieteni'' si folosesc ghilimele?...pt ca majoritatea st falsi..si acum ma refer in general nu numai la baieti..&lt;br /&gt;Cate intrebari si nici.un raspuns,doar ei stiu raspunsul,dar orgoliul si ''prietenii'' ii impiedica sa recunoasca,ca ei nu sunt asa,ca st diferiti,dar daca ar arata ar fi luati drept niste idioti de cei ce ii considera amici...si mai spun ca st prieteni:-j&lt;br /&gt;si cand spun asta nu ma refer la toti..ci la majoritatea..&lt;br /&gt;rar gasesti un baiat care sa te placa pt ceea ce esti nu pt cum arati,care sa tina cu adevarat la tine..&lt;br /&gt;sincer st putin invidioasa pe cele care nu arata asa d bine,care st mai plinute,chiar daca ele vad in asta un mare defect..eu vad o calitate...de ce spun asta? pt ca ele sunt cele mai fericite..cei ce stau cu ele nu o fac pt felul in care arata ci pt ca au vazut cv ..acel ceva care le face speciale...&lt;br /&gt;de multe ori aud expresia ''as vrea sa fiu ca tine'', iar eu la spun ''nu prea cred'' si se uita asa la mine...de ce? pentru ca ele n.au patit niciodata chestii de genu&lt;br /&gt;sa stai cu o tipa care te.a rugat sa mergi cu ea sa se intalneasca cu prietenul ei(un retardat),si mergi ca altfel se supara pe tine.chiar daca n.o adori accepti ca nah..si ratatu ala  la randul lui sa vina cu tot felu de retardati,idioti..care sa se uite la tine d parca l.ar fi vazut pe Dumnezeu..si in afara d chestia asta,un ratat sa se ridice sa vina la tine..a buna sti ma cheama nsh cum(numele oricum nu.l tii minte ca e prea retardat tipu) si sa se uite in decolteul tau de parca n.a mai vazut in viata lui asa ceva..si sa astepte  sa.i raspunzi..iar tu sa te dai inapoi de scarba si sa.i zici ''te.am intrebat eu ceva?'' si in mom ala sa se uite ciudat.sa se aseze jos pe banca p care statea...sa mai stea 5 min si sa mai repete faza de inca cateva ori...chiar daca stie ca n.o sa primeasca alt raspuns..dar e prost ce sa.i faci..si restu sa se uite la tine la fel ca si handicapatu ala..dar nu au curaj ca nah..si in acest timp te rogi sa se termine totul mai repede si sa ajungi acasa sau unde vrei sa te mai duci...daca n.au reusit sa.ti strice ziua..&lt;br /&gt;deci nu cred ca a.ti fi vrut niciuna sa va aflati in locul meu..in fine aia n.a fost nici prima nici ultima data cand am patit asta..:-j...si nu va mai plangeti de cum aratati,ci bucurati.va ca nu aveti parte de toti ratatiiiiiii,ca sunteti iubite cu adevarat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Snl7QWOE--I/AAAAAAAAADI/J23aN0t9N2g/s72-c/deniiiiiii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-2098882257054029281</id><published>2009-08-03T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T07:15:21.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baiatul perfect..:x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Snco-P4PvBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_SDBzfG8uzs/s1600-h/IMG3ghgh081A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Snco-P4PvBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_SDBzfG8uzs/s320/IMG3ghgh081A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365802530914679826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/irynuuk/bb894debfcc651.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/irynuuk/bb894debfcc651.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi doresc un baiat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="navText-12"&gt;...care nu ma judeca dupa aparente..dupa prieteni sau dupa marca gentii mele...cineva care nu ma judeca dupa spusele altora ci dupa felul in care ma descopera el.Un baiat care isi doreste sa ma cunoasca..care isi da seama cat de complicata...ce fenomen anormal sunt...Un baiat complex…cu simtul umorului…pupacios...realist dar si romantic…si mai ales spontan...O persoana care sa-mi starneasca interesul sa-l cunosc…o persoana care ma recucereste in fiecare zi ...care uraste rutina si lucrurile comune…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un baiat care la prima intalnire sa ma duca in parc sau pe camp…altundeva decat la “cafea” sau “suc”…Cineva care sa se opreasca si sa ma sarute in mijlocul strazii…O persoana care sa alerge cu mine in ploaie...fara sa i fie frica ca o sa si murdareasca adidasii sau hainele D&amp;amp;G,etc... cineva care sa ma tina strans de mana ...care sa ma cifuleasca...Vreau un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="navText-12"&gt;baiat...care sa ma stranga tare in brate...care sa aiba initiativa...sa ma conduca atunci cand am nevoie ..si sa se lase condus cand nu gaseste iesire...Un baiat…sa-mi zica ca sunt frumoasa atunci cand sunt imbracata in trening…Cineva care intelege ca am un orgoliu prostesc si ma supar din orice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un baiat care stie ca pentru mine nu conteaza cuvinteleee..ci gest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="navText-12"&gt;urile mici..chestiile nebunesti..care in ziua de azi nu mai conteaza pentru nimeni...O persoana care sa-mi dea mesaj in timp ce suntem chiar unul langa celalalt... Cineva care sa ma sarute pe obra&lt;/span&gt;z...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="navText-12"&gt;Cineva care da libertate cat sa nu ma simt sufocata...si care e gelos atat cat sa simt ca tine la mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Sncot90acqI/AAAAAAAAACw/y5vTHo795ts/s1600-h/Den.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Sncot90acqI/AAAAAAAAACw/y5vTHo795ts/s320/Den.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365802251188859554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="navText-12"&gt;Un baiat care sa ma tina in brate...&lt;br /&gt;Cineva care sa asculte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="navText-12"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="navText-12"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="navText-12"&gt;elodie..si sa se gandeasca la mine...o persoana cu care sa ma simt in largul meu ...si care sa simt ca ma apreciaza pentru felul in care gandesc si pentru nebuniile pe care le fac..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="navText-12"&gt;Un baiat care-mi zice cand s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="navText-12"&gt;i cum gresesc..si care-si asuma vina atunci cand el o face la randul lui..Cineva care intelege ca o relatie e formata din 2...ca fiecare are drepturi..opinii ...si ca fiecare trebuie sa se implice intr-o anumita maniera..Nu toti o facem la fel de bine..dar pentru toate exista un inceput si un mod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="navText-12"&gt; de a invata....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa inteleaga ca uneori sunt un copil retardat, tampit si alteori imi doresc sa port o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="navText-12"&gt;discutie serioasa...&lt;br /&gt;Un baiat care stie sa faca compromisuri  intr-o relatie..&lt;br /&gt;Un baiat care sa-mi accepte si defectele,pentru ca nu sunt perfecta si sa ma iubeasca asa cum sunt..cu bune si cu rele...&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-2098882257054029281?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/2098882257054029281/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/08/imi-doresc.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/2098882257054029281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/2098882257054029281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/08/imi-doresc.html' title='baiatul perfect..:x'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/Snco-P4PvBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_SDBzfG8uzs/s72-c/IMG3ghgh081A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-1137367207809758495</id><published>2009-07-07T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:56:36.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zambet de actor</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Irisha/b30553cada90c6.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Irisha/b30553cada90c6.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLiliana%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLiliana%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_editdata.mso" rel="Edit-Time-Data"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 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	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SlMyU32F8AI/AAAAAAAAABg/XQQv63YFIz8/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+327.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355679716043255810" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SlMyU32F8AI/AAAAAAAAABg/XQQv63YFIz8/s320/Copy+of+Picture+327.jpg" style="float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Realitatea ma impiedica sa ajung la tine... e ca un zid pe care nu pot sa.l sar8-| ,sau pot si nu vreau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mi.e frica,si nu mi.e frica ca tu nu ai mai fi acolo...ci de faptul ca m.ai putea rani…... m.ai respinge :-s poate ca asta cred eu  8-|...poate ca ceea ce cred eu e total gresit sau e cat se poate de adevarat.. nu am de unde sa stiu...si nici curaj sa te intreb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="height: 2px; margin-left: 388px; margin-top: 118px; position: absolute; width: 98px; z-index: 1;"&gt;&lt;img height="2" shapes="_x0000_s1026" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Liliana/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image001.gif" width="98" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oricum dak ai veni langa mine...nu pt totdeauna..pt cateva secunde... ai observa cu usurinta ca pe partea mea de zid scrie....TE IUBESC..nu stiu pe partea ta ce scrie...poate.. PRIETENIE…sau nici macar atat...:(poate nu insemn NIMIC pt tine...8-|mi.e frica si sa incerc sa aflu... as putea sa daram zidul asta ce ne desparte prin cateva cuvinte... cateva cuvinte care ti.ar spune ceea ce simt pentru tine... pare simplu... dar NU nu e... si sti dc?... pentru ca tu ai putea construi altul ... pe care n.as mai indrazni sa.l ating cu nici un cuvant... mi.as face rau mie... doar as scrie pe partea mea...    TE.AM IUBIT.. apoi am sa merg mai departe si am sa pastrez toot pt mine.. pentru ca acest zid numit REALITATE ma opreste... si pentru ca tumeriti ceva   mai bun...meriti ceea ce.ti doresti.. iar eu o sa ma ascund in continuare sub acel zambet fals...8-| zambet de actor:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-1137367207809758495?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/1137367207809758495/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/07/zambet-de-actor.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/1137367207809758495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/1137367207809758495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/07/zambet-de-actor.html' title='zambet de actor'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SlMyU32F8AI/AAAAAAAAABg/XQQv63YFIz8/s72-c/Copy+of+Picture+327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587124030086793089.post-5542525643715801516</id><published>2009-07-06T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T06:52:22.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aziii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SlH-qnNrqgI/AAAAAAAAABA/3zJTkuomyFA/s1600-h/den+sh+dumi+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355341439954561538" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SlH-qnNrqgI/AAAAAAAAABA/3zJTkuomyFA/s320/den+sh+dumi+.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 241px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/1209/a3da0721c51c32.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/1209/a3da0721c51c32.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLiliana%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aziii, azi am fost acolo…am fost in locul in care ne.am cunoscut…in locul nostru.. dar tu, tu nu erai acolo…tu lipseai din peisaj…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apa venea si se ducea asa repede..ca si amintirile…mai sti cum ne.am cunoscut?…a fost frumos…cel putin pentru mine…dar a trecut …ce a fost a fost…acum sunt in prezent nu in trecut…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="lucida grande" style="color: #3366ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oricat de mult te urasc…nu am putut sa nu.mi aduc aminte de tine…de noi…a fost un vis, un vis frumos care s.a sfarsit cand a dat de soare… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="lucida grande" style="color: #3366ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am stat acolo unde ne.am cunoscut,acel loc,atatea amintiri ce ma leaga de el…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="lucida grande" style="color: #3366ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nici macar ce am scris nu mai era:(…era numai o urma a ceea ce fusese…imi aduc aminte numai cat m.am chinuit sa scriu…cat mi.a luat sa ingros ca sa ramana acolo pt totdeauna…si toate astea pt ce? Pt ca te iubeam …si asta am scris si in sufletul meu… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="lucida grande" style="color: #3366ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dar s.a sters tot:-s…ploaia a sters toot,asa cum si lacrimile mele au sters tot de pe suflet…nu a mai ramas decat fantoma acelui ‘’Te iubesc’’,care era acolo,a ramas de atunci…pe ea  nu a putut sa o stearga nimeni si nimic…a trecut un an si era tot acolo…astepta o speranta…care  a fost spulberata de mult, dar ea nu stie asta…sau poate stie dar se preface..nu vrea sa creada ca s.a terminat totul…si inca asteapta…dar degeaba…practic asteapta NIMIC,iar nimicul acela o tine in viata…dar degeaba nimic nu o sa mai fie ca inainte…asta e trecutul nu prezentul si in nici un caz viitorul…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cand ai ales sa pleci ar fi trebuit sa te gandesti ca ai sa te intorci si o sa.ti para rau…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stii chiar uitasem povestea ta,a noastra dar am fost acolo,in locul in care&amp;nbsp;povestea noastra a inceput…apa,amintiri,soare,urma unui ‘’te iubesc’’,eu si tu..tu lipseai acum..si daca ai fi fost nu s.ar fi schimbat nimic, ar fi fost la.. fel niste amintiri…si sti dc?...pt ca TU nu mai insemni NIMIC  pt mine… insemni trecut nimic altceva…dar amintirile raman, pe ele nu pot sa le sterg..nu am cum…amintiri pe care AZI le.am aruncat…cel putin am incercat…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te.am uitat d mult doar ca azi m.am lasat purtata de glasuri pe aripile amintirilor,ca sa retraiesc inca o data clipa noastra…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587124030086793089-5542525643715801516?l=vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/feeds/5542525643715801516/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/07/normal-0-false-false-false.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/5542525643715801516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587124030086793089/posts/default/5542525643715801516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vrei-soare-soare-iti-dau.blogspot.com/2009/07/normal-0-false-false-false.html' title='aziii'/><author><name>suflet de copil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06493830385575923714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/TRJHrEEJOlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AhmSZxNy6a0/S220/742_nmod.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5iAXIwYW55M/SlH-qnNrqgI/AAAAAAAAABA/3zJTkuomyFA/s72-c/den+sh+dumi+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
