tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90264795546691208262024-03-05T22:19:07.668-08:00câte o poveste.andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-91269360608767460642011-06-13T21:12:00.000-07:002011-06-13T12:45:52.777-07:00cultură.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKj4Gp0OQcBG1bYsBOj-IPjIbEcTm9pplEOQKjIo6dYWLoiuFkdyYqz2oy-rBm1BULquARhC77w5hwtDrszE9tnHwFX_MF2nbCBJeLsM4t1xyiYdq-PSow1WnFf5fkYACUfEP8309C8fo/s1600/venice-masks-shop-full.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKj4Gp0OQcBG1bYsBOj-IPjIbEcTm9pplEOQKjIo6dYWLoiuFkdyYqz2oy-rBm1BULquARhC77w5hwtDrszE9tnHwFX_MF2nbCBJeLsM4t1xyiYdq-PSow1WnFf5fkYACUfEP8309C8fo/s200/venice-masks-shop-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617791616470380162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Mergeam azi pe strada, la obisnuita plimbare, si am trecut pe langa un magazin- foarte fain, de altfel- de tablouri. Vad postat in fata vitrinei, un domn foarte bronzat-de la natura, proprietar mandru al unei burti pe masura.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Mirarea mea a atins cote maxime cand am vazut ca individul studia cu infrigurare si multa atentie ceva. Naiva am fost crezand ca se holba admirativ la vreun tablou, caci, apropiindu-ma, mi s-au spulberat toate iluziile cum ca domnul cu pricina ar prezenta o oarecare cultura si simt artistic, in ciuda infatisarii.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Mare dezamagire.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Individul se admira cu foc, mangaindu-se usor pe burta ca un pepene, ce de abia incapea in oglinda magazinului( pusa in vitrina de bietii vanzatori, cu bune intentii, dar oare pentru ce? ).</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Concluzia zilei: arta nu mai pretueste nimic in ziua de azi. Sau, individul tuciuriu nu avea oglinda acasa.</span>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-75375911221243113122011-06-13T11:00:00.000-07:002011-06-13T01:18:49.092-07:00pentru tine, cu dragoste.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZVDRL1p84vaAovC-sQISb_CkR-TvJ0nRnuOaDIIPVxGHYJ5kmkWpu4Hb0YBNeqwXcMoIGwmJwaG5IMd-kmmuAmKQNNzIetldQnSAELyrIrUXxxnmQsUSCrg7MoFRkiCoA14S3rUS9d8/s1600/pasi.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZVDRL1p84vaAovC-sQISb_CkR-TvJ0nRnuOaDIIPVxGHYJ5kmkWpu4Hb0YBNeqwXcMoIGwmJwaG5IMd-kmmuAmKQNNzIetldQnSAELyrIrUXxxnmQsUSCrg7MoFRkiCoA14S3rUS9d8/s200/pasi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617614906858670658" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> "Iubeste oamenii!" a spus.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Dar tu stii sa-i iubesti? Stii mai degraba sa-i ranesti, sa te amagesti pe tine insuti si sa-i amagesti si pe ei.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Joci ca si cand nu ai nimic de pierdut.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Nu deti nimic, dar simti ca detii totul.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> O, biet copil cu ochii-albastri, cand vei invata sa iubesti?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Viata o ai doar o data si clipa care-a trecut nu iti mai apartine.Ce ai facut, ramane scris si vei da socoteala.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Esti un simplu calator aici, nu lasa lumea cu ispitele ei deghizate sa te orbeasca.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Gandeste-te ca pasii tai lasa urme adanci pe unde calci, croind un drum pe care vor merge si altii.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Ce vrei sa lasi in urma ta?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Acum gusti dulceata lumii, caci iti pare atat de usor si-ti pare ca-ti este ingaduit, dar mai tarziu vei simti adevaratul gust a tot ce acum iti pare placut...Amar..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Nu mai pasi niciodata pe drumul acela larg, cu multe lumini si luminite colorate, pe care vezi atatia oameni veseli, dar care privesc doar in jos. Drumul asta e cel mai usor de gasit, cel mai accesibil, dar nu e drumul tau, copil cu ochi albastri.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Cauta drumul tau, drumul ingust si intunecat, pe care atat de putini mai pasesc, dar privesc in sus si fata le straluceste.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Esti un copil puternic, dar singur poti cadea oricand.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> <br />Nu fugi de durere, dar nu cauta sa o provoci.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Nu mai iubi intunericul; asculta cantecul ascuns al inimii, care ti-a fost daruit inca din prima ta clipa pe pamant, ti-a fost scris cu litere de aur, adanc sapate. Versuri scumpe, pe care le-ai uitat. Te-ai ratacit si nu ai mai vrut sa asculti cantecul.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Dar acum rasuna mai puternic si-ti cere sa-l asculti,caci are ceva important sa-ti spuna, ceva care te poate schimba.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Asculta soapta blanda, plina de iubire.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Nu mai rataci cu inima impietrita, nu mai fi propriul tau prizonier.<br /><br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Iubeste oamenii.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Si..iarta-ma.</span><br /></div></div>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-68245477387414212552011-06-11T12:01:00.000-07:002011-06-14T07:29:42.962-07:00îngeri și apă.<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br /><br /> Intr-o lume de nesiguranta si zbatere continua, in </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">care senzatia de sufocare si inec devine tot mai acuta cu fiecare clipa, in care nelinistea si framantarea se citesc pe fetele tuturor, dar toti se lupta sa le ascunda, intr-o astfel de lume doua maini puternice m-au prins de mijloc, m-au scos din apa la aer si viata, si o voce m-a mustrat bland.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Am strigat dupa ajutor si, intr-o clipa, l-am primit</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Apoi, s-a dus la fel de repede cum a venit..pe neasteptate..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> A aparut de nicaieri, exact cand credeam ca totul e pierdut pentru mine.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Apoi a disparut.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Ca un inger..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> De ce eu? De ce tocmai eu? De ce eu am primit o a doua sansa?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Inca nu stiu raspunsul<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRvYr9kmeTg9A2yM0JWwCvypKfr4v-1XzW42tB3fBdnHGMbyj3aiYuBabGqUTg-ej1hWfa7S0o2aNh2HigxHYNvFcnrixzZJkfxxacnzA-dH_vDaDoHp1soTQxNAzBaC2B-apEwdstL7k/s1600/SAM_0108.JPG"><br /></a><br /><br /><br /></span>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-77879933275822106502011-06-07T18:08:00.000-07:002011-06-07T08:16:04.057-07:00omul și iubirea.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbEiAuP9X5w9j4iCrWrEcvohoKnCoDZja2ehIrLrrsraHewB85OW4T2Ext5sy6jNxnQT_wOoFqpaZtnSBfFjGkCJK1nMWg90-8qEFz1BV7rhscGfPeQXCFZ86q0-xgnksXH5QQFsu01hA/s1600/page.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbEiAuP9X5w9j4iCrWrEcvohoKnCoDZja2ehIrLrrsraHewB85OW4T2Ext5sy6jNxnQT_wOoFqpaZtnSBfFjGkCJK1nMWg90-8qEFz1BV7rhscGfPeQXCFZ86q0-xgnksXH5QQFsu01hA/s320/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615496797038282994" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Barbatii sunt ca becurile: se aprind si se incalzesc foarte repede, apoi se sting. Se aprind si se sting, se aprind si se sting.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Femeile sunt ca fierul de calcat: trebuie bagat in priza, pentru ca apoi sa se incalzeasca incetul cu incetul.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> <br /><br />Stingi becul foarte usor , dar ca sa scoti fierul de calcat din priza bajbai prin intuneric si cauti, si cauti. Gasesti priza si scoti fierul de calcat. Acesta incepe sa se raceasca, incetul cu incetul.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> <br /><br /> Apoi se aprinde iar becul...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">(<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">povestita de catre Deborah</span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">)</span>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-28417217854273352822011-06-07T18:00:00.000-07:002011-06-11T02:08:48.671-07:00căutându-te.<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> <br /><br />Umbla prin lume legata la ochi, cu inima in mana, si batea la fiecare usa ce-i iesea in cale.Unele usi le gasea incuiate, altele erau larg deschise, la unele trebuia sa bata indelung si cu putere.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Lasa peste tot, pe unde trecea, cate o bucata din inima ei. Si, totusi, aceasta continua sa bata.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Cuvinte avea prea putine si prea sarace.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Dar continua sa bata din usa in usa si sa lase bucati din inima.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Uneori, aceasta obosea si incepea sa bata stins. Dar ea niciodata nu se oprea. Continua sa mearga legata la ochi si sa bata la porti straine, sperand mereu ca va gasi o usa deschisa, pe care sa intre, sa-si dea jos legatura de la ochi si sa-si lase intreaga inima.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> <br /><br />O, biet copil nesabuit, nu ti-a spus nimeni ca nu trebuie sa umbli prin viata legata la ochi? Dar mai ales ca nu trebuie sa daruiesti bucati din inima? Da-ti jos legatura de la ochi si priveste cat de mica se face inima ta, cu fiecare bataie in usa si cu fiecare bucata rupta din ea..</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> O, biet copil nesabuit..</span><br /></div>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-61212108234370082892011-06-06T22:55:00.000-07:002011-06-07T11:40:51.151-07:00început de vară.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFYURIFKH8fIwrjzH2_ZFMOq-6g8v5-KutjoHA0I46YoaH6RTnZNgBt9Xh8ckiwq76eLCVmp-i3wC4ATwcpg5LkQPJDSpLJaxxiEr1jm498t4tHeYibtVzMvjF37fdH6SX3dbBE_o_NeM/s1600/Photo452.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFYURIFKH8fIwrjzH2_ZFMOq-6g8v5-KutjoHA0I46YoaH6RTnZNgBt9Xh8ckiwq76eLCVmp-i3wC4ATwcpg5LkQPJDSpLJaxxiEr1jm498t4tHeYibtVzMvjF37fdH6SX3dbBE_o_NeM/s320/Photo452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615197053089114434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Acum doar stau pe margine si privesc.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Parca scriu povestea altcuiva..</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Totul pare s-a intamplat intr-un timp vechi, uitat, in care nu ma mai pot intoarce..nu mai pot atinge clipa.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br /> Atunci mierea imi contura buzele, imbratisarile imi creionau fericirea, iar sarutul imi scria destinul.</span><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Ce amagire.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Totul a fost scris deja, intr-un timp si mai vechi, dar care pare mereu prezent; oricum, mult mai apropiat imi pare decat povestea mea, care a inflorit repede, asemeni unui trandafir, si s-a ofilit la fel de timpuriu.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Singurul lucru palpabil, singura certitudine ca totul a fost real, dar nu mai e- parfumul trist si dulce de iasomie.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> <br /><br />Acum sunt parca in faza de negare, de inconstienta.<br />Nu mai simt nimic..</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> <br /><br />Calmul dinaintea furtunii.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-59755308263212404912011-06-06T22:45:00.000-07:002011-06-06T12:44:50.399-07:00o schiță a vieții lui Watchmann Nee.<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Sa iubesc si sa nu fiu respectat;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Sa slujesc si sa nu fiu rasplatit;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Sa trudesc si sa nu fiu pomenit;</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Sa sufar si sa nu fiu pretuit;</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />A fi turnat ca jertfa, nu a bea;</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />A fi frant, nu a pastra;</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />O viata de suferinta cautand binecuvantarile altora,</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />O viata de iubire si adevarata mangaiere pentru altii,</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />O viata care nu asteapta mila si preocupare din partea altora,</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Care nu primeste nici alinare, nici aplauze.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Chiar in singuratate, chiar uitat,</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Chiar mut, chiar parasit.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Lacrimi si sange vor fi pretul meu pentru cununa dreptatii;</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />A pierde totul- pretul meu pentru o viata credincioasa de pelerin.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Aceasta este viata, o, Doamne, pe care Tu ai ales s-o traiesti,</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />In acele zile cand ai umblat pe pamant,</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Suferind cu bucurie toate nedreptatile si pierderea,</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Astfel incat toti sa se poata apropia de tine si sa gaseasca odihna.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Nu pot sa vad cat de departe voi merge,</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Si, totusi, alerg, stiind ca nu exista drum inapoi.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Vreau sa-Ti urmez exemplul Tau atat de desavarsit si adevarat,</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Suportand nedreptatile fara a ma plange.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />In aceste vremuri de incercare,o, Doamne, te rog</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Sa-mi stergi toate lacrimile ascunse;</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Vreau sa invat, o, Doamne, ca Tu esti rasplata mea,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Sa fiu o binecuvantare pentru altii in toate zilele vietii mele..</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> </span>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-33153540501711218742011-02-13T09:13:00.000-08:002011-02-18T06:13:34.703-08:00arta iubitului.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAknLn3R6yYpJkRNv06xBCnQgo9ft44RdYudKIiWNmBngOiI4WUYPef7Ca34YEOW1nC9HdrMepjbhfSXgYl-lZ3XnRMkQIaVITdMycfxgW6UUTtLMkbsGGtsSytGHkc_RGTh13WnkPSw/s1600/Fotografie084.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAknLn3R6yYpJkRNv06xBCnQgo9ft44RdYudKIiWNmBngOiI4WUYPef7Ca34YEOW1nC9HdrMepjbhfSXgYl-lZ3XnRMkQIaVITdMycfxgW6UUTtLMkbsGGtsSytGHkc_RGTh13WnkPSw/s320/Fotografie084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573226605078631282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaaYeUBgp2WEJhZMp_jmAibYSV1POKfePfXJBRYUwh-PAyWbm7LW3o5asEcNbSzuMf17jFHRApXLht9mIJRxw1amX4CdrzItvC2HKTKc16Qz9-4RPh-b_X-HIsBTqWjBc-8o_Rvt_w6p0/s1600/Fotografie084.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2ZAczYhpV0ZYAzmoMCjk5xq3CDZU8yY2A3Al-hnJt-t3SbNvkw16kFSKVoFyn3Pc4hRJhYMiNR2nap7WEetYgvLP1ZUVgqtn3u7ZW07GZwByCnVpqn8HKmPZcDORf0ZusYBxox1vRhY/s1600/Fotografie084.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">-Deci, mergem in weekend la ai mei?<br />-Uhm, lasa, poate weekendul viitor.<br /><br /></div> Nici el nu-i potrivit, zise ea in sinea ei.Si pleaca din nou, trecand prin viata asemeni unei naluci parfumate, car se materializeaza cand crede ca a gasit ce cauta, dar se inseala si trece mai departe, disparand fantomatic.Lasa mereu in vietile celor prin care trece o simpla mireasma de amintire.<br />Ea cauta mereu un suflet pereche pentru ca trebuie sa iubeasca-nu poate exista fara a iubi.Dar cauta o fiinta perfecta, care sa fie exact asa cum isi doreste ea.Isi creeaza un ideal si traieste cu el, se hraneste cu el, ii compara pe cei din jur cu el.Si astfel-doar dezamagire si cautare infinita.<br />Pentru ca isi creeaza standarde prea inalte, nu poate accepta greselile si diferentele dintre ea si celalalt, care sunt menite sa ii faca sa se completeze reciproc si sa se ajute.<br />Cauta iubirea doar pentru ca trebuie sa iubeasca.<br />Dar nu stie cum.<br />Trece ca o umbra prin viata, fara a lasa nimic in urma..<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-66877577928474051582011-02-11T13:48:00.000-08:002011-02-12T05:04:36.762-08:00moarte şi viaţă.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5-Cqbhw3hX5DYWdPvYzzNYlC6SYfni6qr_xzQukm2BECQjOjw2GigXHUu77jekC3kRfqNMs-HI10nPLgDnIoUQqZS2Xkin7gvkNz0qpVLKCstNHOZua5f7gZZrxduFd13fOmNPcHWto/s1600/Imagine285.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5-Cqbhw3hX5DYWdPvYzzNYlC6SYfni6qr_xzQukm2BECQjOjw2GigXHUu77jekC3kRfqNMs-HI10nPLgDnIoUQqZS2Xkin7gvkNz0qpVLKCstNHOZua5f7gZZrxduFd13fOmNPcHWto/s200/Imagine285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572786199043723794" border="0" /></a><br /> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">O moarte ce a venit atat de repede.Brusc.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Vrei sa-ti pese, chiar vrei.Dar nu ai timp.Ai atat de putin timp la dispozitie pentru tine, incat de abia te mai descurci.<br /><br />Ceilalti- iti aduci aminte de ei doar cand ai nevoie.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br /><br />Si totusi stii ca nu e bine.Ca ceva e gresit. Si din nou ai vrea sa-ti pese, sa schimbi ceva. Da, iti pasa, dar nu faci nimic.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br /><br />Poate ti-este prea frica-de necunoscut; de o situatie nemaintalnita, asupra careia nu ai nicio putere; de reactia ta, de reactiile celor din jur; de tot.Si de nimic.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br /><br />O lacrima se prelinge incet pe-obrazul tau.Da, iti pasa, dar nu e de ajuns.<br /><br />Dar pe pamantul asta, oamenii sunt obisnuiti, asa fac mereu. Nimeni nu ofera niciodata prea mult, ci mereu ceva care nu e de ajuns. Ne-am conformat deja. Nu dorim altceva pentru ca nu am avut niciodata parte de altceva-in universul nostru lumesc.Totul a fost mereu la fel.Nu poti dori ceva daca nu stii ca exista.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br /><br />Dar de undeva de sus, din cerul indepartat, El ne-a daruit prea mult, ne-a daruit Iubirea care a umplut, a dat peste paharul vietii noastre. Ne-a aratat ca se poate indeajuns, chiar mai mult.</span><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">O lacrima iti cade din nou printre gene- durere inghetata. Plangi-e tot ce poti sa faci.Plangi si roaga-te.</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> in memorium. C.D.</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><br /><br /><br /></span></span>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-20826867530860909482011-01-11T05:58:00.000-08:002011-01-11T06:24:36.819-08:00behind a story.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TbzoTZjjZ2m55bW1kbxIcTQ3dCUiYSRbE4Db3rbFvJDkY2FYg9oGD-viN6XK5_FWqSy785_XyTmc6yNbLgQpb411FvorP-2ig7Kr3jVzYnIpJBE-RSUfCxJQpwPwhJ8TFc8f229vnPw/s1600/behind+a+story.JPG"><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TbzoTZjjZ2m55bW1kbxIcTQ3dCUiYSRbE4Db3rbFvJDkY2FYg9oGD-viN6XK5_FWqSy785_XyTmc6yNbLgQpb411FvorP-2ig7Kr3jVzYnIpJBE-RSUfCxJQpwPwhJ8TFc8f229vnPw/s200/behind+a+story.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560932300240337346" border="0" /></blockquote></a><br /><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Un glas de copil se aude incet,purtat de vant, prin noapte..E iarna.Si e frig.Si intuneric.Oamenii ar trebui sa fie veseli, iubitori, dornici sa asculte colinde si vestea cea buna..Dar nu sunt.Sunt rai, nepasatori si cruzi.Si egoisti.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> <br /> Un copil paseste incet prin zapada,cu un colind dulce ascuns in suflet si sub gene-parfum de sarbatoare..Dar cine sa-l asculte?Cine sa-l primeasca?</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> <br />Rataceste nebagat de nimeni in seama.Al nimanui in lumea asta.Gerul ii patrunde pana in oase.Si il doare.Il doare inima,gandindu-se la oameni.Ah, ce soarta cruda, ce viitor tulbur si amar..</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> <br />Si merge mai departe,prin ger si prin ninsoare-pulbere stralucitoare de stele pamantesti, invelit intr-un cantec cald, ingeresc.Si merge, si se inalta, si zboara, si pluteste spre cerul ce-l asteapta cu bratele deschise si-L cheama-usor pe nume..</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> <br /><br />-Vino,Copilul Meu.Ai pribegit destul.rasuna un glas sublim,patrunzator de Tata.</span><br /></div>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-22537031243084131342010-11-04T17:14:00.000-07:002010-11-07T03:42:59.126-08:00orașul șoaptelor.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-HPM1JCavcjfM3P5EDpACJR5xjhHjl3W_YKMjc0ox1B0n3MSQGkRNtcQauxMh2KoTEOGsTO9uiO9kvYlPGy_WFZCbTSeahmEYGNkKrPUFZxo398dxMVWPcP2WAcqF6cEQPq8zTRBfBjI/s1600/f.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-HPM1JCavcjfM3P5EDpACJR5xjhHjl3W_YKMjc0ox1B0n3MSQGkRNtcQauxMh2KoTEOGsTO9uiO9kvYlPGy_WFZCbTSeahmEYGNkKrPUFZxo398dxMVWPcP2WAcqF6cEQPq8zTRBfBjI/s200/f.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535712912557815730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapelayout ext="edit"> <o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"> </o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Orasul soaptelor-un loc spre care prea putini gasesc drumul,un loc unde poti pasi doar cu sufletul..trupul iti este incatust,dar sufletul liber sa zboare.De obicei, acest tip de oameni se gasesc in orasul soaptelor-oameni satui de ipocrizia si falsitatea si rautatea de afara,oameni care vad ca nu mai are rost sa lupte si sa'i ajute pe ceilalti pentru simplul fapt ca ei resping orice parere si ajutor..</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal">Orasul soaptelor-un loc unde nu e nevoie sa vorbesti,unde o simpla bataie de inima spune totul..</p>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-74774698831175108522010-09-30T11:31:00.000-07:002010-11-07T03:30:16.678-08:00un nou capitol./i'm gonna pray for you night and day.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmHT2AeZ33CMWiaBgXaDCj4e9IZnw53HbDpdYP7le2VuftuxTQ3x-jpi-xoa9LmTbvreIfMFZMqQR3X2rVRBKOi_SZRGgpLdw-8hIKYYjVXXb3em3KWbDmSwJOLtPihdVUltMAHCgDyXY/s1600/nec.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmHT2AeZ33CMWiaBgXaDCj4e9IZnw53HbDpdYP7le2VuftuxTQ3x-jpi-xoa9LmTbvreIfMFZMqQR3X2rVRBKOi_SZRGgpLdw-8hIKYYjVXXb3em3KWbDmSwJOLtPihdVUltMAHCgDyXY/s200/nec.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535708195479688578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">a venit iar toamna..si a sters din nou,cu picaturi reci de ploaie, tot ceea ce m'am straduit sa cladesc timp de o luna intreaga de vara..a spulberat cat ai clipi o lume intreaga de vise,iluzii,sperante..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> <br /><br />o dezamagire..plina de lacrimi..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br /><br />romanul vietii se scrie in continuare..uneori singur, eu fiind absenta..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">dupa fiecare experienta, se scrie cu rosu o morala..pe care mereu o uit..sau nu o vad,fiind parca prea mica in comparatie cu ceea ce am avut de indurat..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />dar intr'o zi dulce,cu soare, voi uita de toata nepasarea, de sentimentele calcate atat de dur in picioare..si voi zambi cu bucurie..poate fericita ca am putut schimba ceva..sau pur si simplu multumita ca am incercat..</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">tu nu o sa mori niciodata!</span>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-38487176216652019642010-04-02T02:41:00.001-07:002011-06-13T01:23:21.526-07:00scrisoare.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOj7D_Sq0X0uyE1tUbq57FGLhqqVBCDu7nLJidfJQU-520qKP6GRbdL6xaeClRGtnzAIIPmAj0G4zh9FZMyLemTOljClSIwe6TAfaqvDJo-gCtGCKlh-57uzopog2lgAQTJY-9X9eL4wo/s1600/elias..JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOj7D_Sq0X0uyE1tUbq57FGLhqqVBCDu7nLJidfJQU-520qKP6GRbdL6xaeClRGtnzAIIPmAj0G4zh9FZMyLemTOljClSIwe6TAfaqvDJo-gCtGCKlh-57uzopog2lgAQTJY-9X9eL4wo/s200/elias..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457108361790050290" border="0" /></a>
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<br /><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p></o:p></span></p> andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-19057309682694052192010-04-01T07:39:00.000-07:002011-06-16T03:08:02.820-07:00aprilie.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-JWyXmVR-jkIlhtOgd1HtraxlL_54DSC0NVhyphenhyphen1Dk95FWk6sJwpCMCIQkfKLbMG-lJIeJruyCQHei1nZvOPF_5SUe4t18PEKG3bajdf2sYpJJ46GTvyPo31SR-c1edZdbGPh_G8bIe8k/s1600/page.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-JWyXmVR-jkIlhtOgd1HtraxlL_54DSC0NVhyphenhyphen1Dk95FWk6sJwpCMCIQkfKLbMG-lJIeJruyCQHei1nZvOPF_5SUe4t18PEKG3bajdf2sYpJJ46GTvyPo31SR-c1edZdbGPh_G8bIe8k/s200/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455181173295728786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">..aprilie..dulce si enigmatica luna..plina de zambete,raze de soare si priviri calde..o luna bucuriei..o luna ce mi'a daruit iubirea...si care mi'a si ingropat'o..luna lui..a ei..si a lor..<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">..</span></span><span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: 'courier new'; ">aprilie..</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>mi-e dor de tine..</i></b></span></div>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-85945887117843566112010-02-15T09:31:00.000-08:002010-03-09T11:49:07.586-08:00cronologie.<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">uneori imi doresc sa fiu iar un azi in </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">trecut.adeseori imi doresc ca azi sa</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> devina mai repede un ieri.rareori imi doresc ca maine sa fie un az</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">i.<br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRLDXGQzC3cCB3iihT_5p8oif2PcGFtSyOg7xZteuSWHjt8eVgtwQJ5If7NR3vDYZepeQGIHB1kdNGp-TB_QODmopMjtzu6ltnVCv68nMzlFLCMvQZoZ-lja550ITabX7OCqMJmZp330/s1600-h/7rdNSS733629-02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRLDXGQzC3cCB3iihT_5p8oif2PcGFtSyOg7xZteuSWHjt8eVgtwQJ5If7NR3vDYZepeQGIHB1kdNGp-TB_QODmopMjtzu6ltnVCv68nMzlFLCMvQZoZ-lja550ITabX7OCqMJmZp330/s320/7rdNSS733629-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438525285742356674" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">ne dorim ce nu mai avem.nu suntem multumiti cu ceea ce avem.ne este teama de ceea ce nu av</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">em inca...</span><br /><br /></span>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-88367696569077490252010-02-08T11:43:00.000-08:002010-11-07T03:37:21.283-08:00despre iarnă și zăpadă.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih2e-DyONBZYTmCO9vGgJ9oGKjnKgA-Ed0eZkBtxZVpkRJOS7d-n3X0Wq0X33Nk6lEgmGkCioPN9uxZMb9LNw5BYFAWsVOHF2E_FmGtAWKs3zUR7UuZeQXJ1Oe6Buq5JI6wyDmckm6V0g/s1600-h/copii.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih2e-DyONBZYTmCO9vGgJ9oGKjnKgA-Ed0eZkBtxZVpkRJOS7d-n3X0Wq0X33Nk6lEgmGkCioPN9uxZMb9LNw5BYFAWsVOHF2E_FmGtAWKs3zUR7UuZeQXJ1Oe6Buq5JI6wyDmckm6V0g/s320/copii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435963923816090354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHrALP8iH2swNpBYUasr8ICacUKRzUns8wMai-0LgoMt1f_9GHeI2pUB13IsRnbFaiszdfMVScQGp3qrhVMYK6e-T6HvNqpLAIZT_toWLVr6iMrkVyXCX04iL34IirpzhPzBxUj-Wqzjo/s1600-h/copil.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 203px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHrALP8iH2swNpBYUasr8ICacUKRzUns8wMai-0LgoMt1f_9GHeI2pUB13IsRnbFaiszdfMVScQGp3qrhVMYK6e-T6HvNqpLAIZT_toWLVr6iMrkVyXCX04iL34IirpzhPzBxUj-Wqzjo/s320/copil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435963918198882194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">..oare cati dintre noi mai vrem sa fim copii?..oare am uitat cu totii, ne-am plictisit deja de acea bucurie nestapanita ce ne cuprindea la vederea primilor fulgi de nea ce se asterneau pe pamantul moale si-nghetat?..stiam desigur ca urmeaza vacanta, plimbarile cu saniuta, bulgareala si zapada pe care stiam ca o vom primi numai si numai in fata drept ''cadou'' de la ceilalti prieteni de joaca..stiam ca vom fi in fiecare zi plini de zapada din cap pana-n picioare, degerati, rosii ca racii la fata..stiam ca vom raci cu siguranta in ultimele zile de vacanta sau in primele zile de scoala..stiam ca vom tipa si chiui si rade ca descreieratii, iar oamenii se vor uita ciudat sau zambind la noi..stiam ca vom ragusi si vom avea febra...dar nu mai conta.. pentru ca stiam cum sa ne petrecem vacanta, cum sa ne bucuram din toata inima si cum sa fim copii, fara sa avem macar o umbra de regret pentru tot ce faceam..pentru ca atunci stiam sa fim copii..dar acum am uitat..acum nu mai stim si nu mai putem..</span><br /></span>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-63433670822222522010-02-06T02:42:00.000-08:002010-03-09T11:50:29.810-08:00un homme dur.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUUY4PWV9RFZBGqJgNhaSq_qEFH4bIkcseeqk7GnbE-yM7LrLaVO2mRp0HZ1-nAj1yQvAXZ9aglG0r7u6Ee5o24UwvoaeGipGudmWV1VHyaEPcgnVM_082yHet3PbGFEGCjo7LkNLktJk/s1600-h/fata+hartie.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUUY4PWV9RFZBGqJgNhaSq_qEFH4bIkcseeqk7GnbE-yM7LrLaVO2mRp0HZ1-nAj1yQvAXZ9aglG0r7u6Ee5o24UwvoaeGipGudmWV1VHyaEPcgnVM_082yHet3PbGFEGCjo7LkNLktJk/s200/fata+hartie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435080971209633122" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">vrei sa pari tare.nu dur sau insensibil.doar tare.ai grija sa zambesti mereu, sa-i incurajezi si sa-i ajuti mereu pe altii, sa nu lasi nicio lacrima sa se strecoare printre gene, sa nu-ti arati temerile si indoielile in fata celorlalti, sa pari mereu fericit sau nepasator...dar inauntrul tau, plangi cand vezi un biet catel pierdut, cand vezi nedreptate, cand ti se arunca vorbe grele, cand nu esti iubit..plangi adesea..si, totusi, esti tare..in felul tau, bineinteles.si al multora ca tine.</span>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-58077836460706869892010-02-06T02:34:00.001-08:002010-11-07T03:35:06.529-08:00să nu uităm să fim oameni.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDaTnevbukMHJHT1qoV8w3Q8lfGcR4SYP-UHuQODlUwaQHVtljF56CW4nqG027y1tWtHTOjn22F3s7sRBqsWxUpHZyxeZYUrL0wtzjr2tiXzZOzJOY-oWjaT1iA2H5BRkLW5swl_mACL4/s1600-h/page.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 153px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDaTnevbukMHJHT1qoV8w3Q8lfGcR4SYP-UHuQODlUwaQHVtljF56CW4nqG027y1tWtHTOjn22F3s7sRBqsWxUpHZyxeZYUrL0wtzjr2tiXzZOzJOY-oWjaT1iA2H5BRkLW5swl_mACL4/s200/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435077072084408002" border="0" /></a>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5C123456%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C02%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; 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:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Cand te-ai aplecat ultima data sa intinzi un banut unui cersetor?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Cand te-ai ridicat ultima data si ai cedat locul tau unei persoane mai in varsta?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">Cand ai zambit ultima data unui sofer ce ti-a cedat trecerea?
<br />Cand ai spus ultima data un sincer ‘’multumesc’’ unei vanzatoare?
<br />Cand te-ai oprit ultima data pe strada sa vorbesti cu un vechi prieten?
<br />Cand te-ai desprins ultima data din problemele cotidiene si te-ai oprit sa admiri natura din jurul tau?
<br />Cand ai ras ultima data din toata inima?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT"><span style=""> </span>
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<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">...pacat ca nu-ti mai aduci aminte..pacat ca ai uitat sa fi om..<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> ce exemplu lasi celor ce vin dupa tine?..</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-60221677873528294532010-02-03T12:43:00.000-08:002010-03-09T11:52:47.786-08:00minunea unei dimineți.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM8BCI7hKlawy9YQCu1edoDa79tEWIrkGR12Xlc1vC4jvGi7Lg9h4nkdbQGDIqQ8h4B3Gm9yKBU91KvaLl1kbKumN1E5zwn7hXh0nvK3LtwVSFIAvlTeo2mE9euEIIIqWWyFb_YdQvWbA/s1600-h/floare+d+mar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM8BCI7hKlawy9YQCu1edoDa79tEWIrkGR12Xlc1vC4jvGi7Lg9h4nkdbQGDIqQ8h4B3Gm9yKBU91KvaLl1kbKumN1E5zwn7hXh0nvK3LtwVSFIAvlTeo2mE9euEIIIqWWyFb_YdQvWbA/s200/floare+d+mar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434120894160823794" border="0" /></a>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5C123456%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C07%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; 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:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal">M-am ridicat incet din pat.M-am uitat la ceas; aproape 12.Ma indreptam lenesa spre geam cand atentia mi-a fost atrasa de un albastru izbitor de clar si un miros de proaspat ce venea de afara, de undeva..de departe.De mult cerul nu mai fusese asa de frumos.Simteam ca parca incepea <span style=""> </span>primavara pentru <span style=""> </span>mine.O primavara sufleteasca, presarata cu asteptare, cu multa rabdare..si iubire si sperante ascunse intr-un loc tainic, de o forma ciudata, care pulseaza mereu..Priveam zapada moale si gingasa, priveam cum soarele zambitor isi revarsa razele peste ea, facand-o sa straluceasca asemeni unei regine.Si cerul era inca atat de limpede; niciun nor nu-i tulbura linistea.Parca astepta si el ceva.Umbrele se jucau , dantuind pe cantecul pasarilor.Cosul unei case batrane fumega indarjit, eliberand astfel o dara cetoasa si neagra, ce se inalta semeata spre intinderea de culoarea marii, dorind, parca, s-o strapunga; gandurile mele se-mpleteau cu fumul jucaus si zburau in voie.</p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style="" lang="IT">
<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT"> “-La masaaaa!”</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal">
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<br /><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">visarea a luat sfarsit…</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<br />andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-85246393032244742232010-02-03T12:08:00.001-08:002011-05-09T11:13:31.953-07:00gând în noapte.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghXO5dJiylJ0aWnm3rPpnd-POUmFApQl90FzrF2_nT7YzFiuThazEt0W6H5Knx8H3cS56ZW7RTPN7D8-Uqi7D7-_ch2Nz0TY935zTgYVe0r-_A4yYpNJGrRT1gYxrDKSkWNpa4jB3zUFQ/s1600-h/ciudat.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghXO5dJiylJ0aWnm3rPpnd-POUmFApQl90FzrF2_nT7YzFiuThazEt0W6H5Knx8H3cS56ZW7RTPN7D8-Uqi7D7-_ch2Nz0TY935zTgYVe0r-_A4yYpNJGrRT1gYxrDKSkWNpa4jB3zUFQ/s320/ciudat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434111903444619970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Intr-o noapte neagra, parca prea intunecata si mohorata, cand doar stelele si licuricii indraznesc sa hoinareasca, sa infrunte intunericul, cautam cu o privire flamanda luna-acel disc de aur ce stapanea negura;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> luna care fusese partasa atator zbuciumari nocturne , care sorbise atatea temeri si lacrimi si zambete..si cuvinte nerostite..martora tacuta a atator conversatii tarzii-ale unor simplii insomniaci…</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> luna- care imbata indragostitii intr-o lumina blanda , protectoare…</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> luna- inconjurata de o aura stralucitoare, ce-i dadea un aer de stapana, asa cum coroanele din aur si pietre pretioase puse pe capul unor simplii oameni le dadeau acestora putere si un statut aparte, privilegiat..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> luna-presarata cu mister si nerabdare..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> luna- care nu mai era un simplu cuvant, ci un simbol, ce trezea din abisul mintii atatea amintiri adormite..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> luna- care acum nu mai era, care disparuse parca dintr-o data, lasand un gol pe cerul trist , iar in mine-ganduri ravasite, ce nu-si mai gaseau locul…</span></div>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-67546267838073246182010-02-03T11:45:00.000-08:002010-03-09T11:51:41.704-08:00sacrificii pentru ''micuța gumă''.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2zblY33hd13RQXbnNnNYP5dEm3qE4AXyttUOtMkOHEq_usBr0jLNz2mx6295Giq8gyV4Hw93rEikbpYO-SutYBsobUHR7Cckl0zw0sOVzgJZRgDOHtbwQ5eSqaazHmAIaEtXsk-Tk_uw/s1600-h/Fotografie023000.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2zblY33hd13RQXbnNnNYP5dEm3qE4AXyttUOtMkOHEq_usBr0jLNz2mx6295Giq8gyV4Hw93rEikbpYO-SutYBsobUHR7Cckl0zw0sOVzgJZRgDOHtbwQ5eSqaazHmAIaEtXsk-Tk_uw/s200/Fotografie023000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434108318179471506" border="0" /></a>
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<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5C123456%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C02%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; 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:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal">M-am tarat in genunchi..m-am chinuit sa imi trec mana prin locuri stramte..si m-a durut..m-am innegrit din cauza prafului..am zguduit puternic lanterna pentru a o face sa mearga din nou..mi-am strecurat degetele printre fire..Ma simteam prinsa ca intr-o panza de paianjen..captiva..Dar nu mai conta caci, intr-un final, micuta guma a fost..eliberata..Atata truda pentru doar un simplu obiect..lipsit de sentiment, de viata..crud..dur…doar..un obiect.Se mai gaseau o groaza ca ea..dar nu conta pentru mine.Nici pentru El nu a contat..erau si inca sunt o multime ca mine..chiar mai buni..dar pentru El nu conta..M-a ales si pe mine..a murit si pentru mine..pentru ‘’micuta guma’’.</p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026479554669120826.post-36805770232911551342010-02-02T12:32:00.000-08:002010-03-09T11:53:54.495-08:00cântec prăfuit.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfKGS30p3pkpke4Ro76h8mzPS_2zB_Za4UgrRebqHfBNcaScfOScSLxMTeRyeStsl07WzaCJODDPXZZeRnq1TpWKXwnAnt3fJYRvXkYQi4UomySDrMvr8pG_443_j-Bq9lLZz0ZWFS8hU/s1600-h/Fotografie016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433753597293406402" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 235px; height: 244px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfKGS30p3pkpke4Ro76h8mzPS_2zB_Za4UgrRebqHfBNcaScfOScSLxMTeRyeStsl07WzaCJODDPXZZeRnq1TpWKXwnAnt3fJYRvXkYQi4UomySDrMvr8pG_443_j-Bq9lLZz0ZWFS8hU/s320/Fotografie016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">undeva..in acelasi hotel..in aceeasi camera prafuita, plina de amintiri, plina de umbrele atator zeci de oameni ce s-au perindat pe acolo..se aude o muzica lina,o melodie de jazz parca..fire de praf se trezesc si danseaza senzual..se plimba usor de la un capat la altul al camerei..parca ar fi pe o strada goala,pustie..sunt parca atatate de un dor necunoscut, nestiut, nebanuit, ce le face sa mearga mai departe, sa paseasca incontinuu,ca niste fiinte vii..geamurile se deschid cu un scartait</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">infiorator, funebru, prevestitor. Fum negricios, de tigara blestemata, patrunde in camera slab luminata, din strada putin aglomerata, contopindu-se cu praful din interior, dantuind impreuna, cunoscandu-se, imbratisandu-se..Cateva partituri zac imprastiate pe jos..par a fi acolo de mult, pare ca timpul necrutator si-a lasat amprenta ingalbenita pe ele, sfaramand notele, rupand bucata cu bucata din ele..intr-un colt sumbru se zareste ceva..seamana cu cutia mucegaita a vreunui instrument..cine stie ce vremuri bune o fi prins..vremuri in care oamenii ascultau fascinati acordurile prelungi ale unei chitare, sunetele dulci ale unui pian…vremuri demult trecute si uitate..la fel ca aceasta camera inghitita de praf si negura timpului..Deodata usa se deschide, cu un zgomot prelung si ciudat..o dara de lumina cruda patrunde in camera, facand loc apoi unui batranel imbracat saracacios care, cu mainile tremurande, strange partiturile ravasite ce i se topesc printre degetele-i subtiri, scurgandu-se precum nisipul..Zambeste trist..Se indreapta cu pasi molateci spre coltul unde troneaza inca impunatoare cutia instrumentului..o apuca cu ambele maini, incercand s-o ridice, dar aceasta se preface-n scrum..Batranul mai priveste o data melancholic in jur, rotindu-si ochii mari si cetosi prin incapere, apoi se indeparteaza, transformandu-se, incetul cu incetul, intr-o umbra, inghitita de lumina..Usa si geamurile se inchid..urmate de o bubuitura puternica, sfasietoare..hotelul se prabusea…</span></span></div>andreeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595000977260278900noreply@blogger.com3