<?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-87211599027777177</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:52:17.202-08:00</updated><category term='autumn thoughts'/><category term='songs'/><category term='winter sex'/><category term='new posts on my blog'/><category term='introduction to my experiments'/><category term='cu urari de fericire'/><category term='for she..'/><category term='me again'/><category term='work related'/><category term='summer sex'/><title type='text'>life of a beautiful stranger</title><subtitle type='html'>once stranger to myself - no longer. stranger to others - always.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-3968151983558107295</id><published>2011-02-24T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T11:14:52.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>suflet frumos</title><content type='html'>e ciudat.. e aiurea... asta erau vorbele pe care le auzeam si mie nu mi se parea nimic ciudat.. nimic aiurea. mi se parea firesc. sa fi stiut oare dinainte ca asta are sa se intample? posibil... mi-a trecut prin cap la un moment dat, dar mi-am zis ca ma gandesc prea mult.&lt;br /&gt;era incurcat. bulversat un pic. poate un pic fortat ca sa nu ma simt eu foarte prost. dar nu stia ce sa faca. de cate ori nu am fost si eu un situatia lui.. dar mie nu mi-a spus nimeni ce-ar fi mai bine pentru mine... si chiar de mi-ar fi spus probabil ca n-as fi ascultat.. as fi stat sa cantaresc eu bine situatia, sa caut raspunsul corect in mine si sa il urmez. raspunsul meu corect, din momentul acela. &lt;br /&gt;e ciudat poate... poate are dreptate, dar cand tii la cineva ii vrei binele. vrei sa il vezi fericit si poate alaturi de tine nu poate atinge acea fericire pe care o vezi atinsa alaturi de altcineva. asa ca cel mai bun lucru e sa-l lasi sa fie, in acel moment, cel mai fericit, alaturi de persoana care ii poate oferi totul.&lt;br /&gt;sa fie intelepciune? sa fie altruism? se poate sa fie amandoua. se poate sa fie pur si simplu dorinta de a vedea liniste si in sufletul celalalt, nu doar al tau. si daca linistea lui inseamna privarea ta de o potentiala frumoasa poveste de dragoste, e evident ce alegi. posibilitatea ca ceva sa se intample nu este destul de mare ca sa puna in umbra realitatea momentului in care o decizie trebuie luata.&lt;br /&gt;zambesc, asa cum fac de fiecare data cand ma simt bine. si da, ma simt bine. pentru ca sufletul pe care l-am indemnat sa-si gaseasca fericirea langa un alt suflet, nu al meu, este un suflet deoasebit, care merita sa creasca alaturi de cineva care ii poate oferi totul in momentul asta. poate gresesc, poate nu. decizia uneori trebuie sa o iei pe loc, sa fii impacat cu ea si sa crezi ca e cea corecta. mai departe depinde de atatea lucruri.&lt;br /&gt;din nou, nu regret nimic. si tare bine-mi pare. si simt ca e bine ce am zis, facut, si cred ca sufletul asta deosebit o sa creasca frumos si o sa-l admir de departe cum s-a transformat, odata cu timpul, intr-un suflet extraordinar.&lt;br /&gt;daca nu extraordinar... macar exceptional :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-3968151983558107295?l=82ela.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/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-506038092500077520</id><published>2011-02-11T14:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T14:22:35.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>maine</title><content type='html'>maine o sa fiu din nou pe scena. e pentru a treia oara. si pentru a treia oara ea nu va fi in sala... nu va vedea daca pot sa transmit ceva si in acest mod: ca actor amator.&lt;br /&gt;o sa ii caut privirea... ca de fiecare data... si n-o voi gasi. o sa-i caut vocea printre aplauze... n-o voi gasi.... &lt;br /&gt;nu pot decat sa-mi amintesc ca atunci cand am plecat de-acasa pentru a ajunge pentru prima data pe scena... am plecat trista... apoi am zis ca poate as fi avut mai multe emotii daca ar fi fost si ea in sala... dar nu.... mi-ar fi dat si mai multa incredere, asa cum a facut-o chiar daca nu a fost fizic langa mine.&lt;br /&gt;acum nu mai pot pleca de-acasa de langa ea... acum plec de-acasa CU EA. si asta se intampla in fiecare zi. e langa mine si o simt cand mi-e bine, cand mi-e teama, cand mi-e rau, cand rad....&lt;br /&gt;o sa fie si maine cu mine, nu in public, ci pe scena.pentru ca sunt parte din ea si e parte din mine. pentru ca maine voi face din nou ceea ce imi doresc si ceea ce am fost mereu incurajata sa fac: ceea ce-mi place.&lt;br /&gt;ii dedic de pe acum aplauzele primite, ei. pentru cat voi reusi sa fac, mult, putin... pentru tot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwZBPxHR05Q&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-506038092500077520?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/506038092500077520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=506038092500077520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/506038092500077520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/506038092500077520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2011/02/maine.html' title='maine'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-7454446330977857053</id><published>2011-01-25T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T11:17:40.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>pentru ca</title><content type='html'>candva.. intr-o pestera intunecata a patruns o raza de lumina. a atins incet stanca umeda si picaturile de apa au stralucit orbindu-ma. vazusem oare pana atunci? nici nu mai stiu... tot ce-mi aduc aminte e acea raza de lumina si apoi din nou intuneric. am atins incet peretii pesterii si mana a alunecat usor pe picaturile de apa acum calde...&lt;br /&gt;mi-am umezit incet buzele si am simtit cum incet incet vad umbre... incet incet vad forme... incet incet, pasind, am iesit din pestera urmand o raza de lumina... aceeasi lumina care m-a orbit imi oferea acum scaparea din intuneric...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca ceea ce nu te omoara te face mai puternic. pentru ca iubirea e oarba. pentru ca speranta moare ultima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-7454446330977857053?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/7454446330977857053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=7454446330977857053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7454446330977857053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7454446330977857053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2011/01/pentru-ca.html' title='pentru ca'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-6457930200157349969</id><published>2011-01-25T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T11:07:58.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>asteptari</title><content type='html'>trist. atat de trist sa simti sa fericirea cuiva depinde de tine.&lt;br /&gt;simt o povara pe umerii mei si nu o pot face sa dispara... poate pentru ca la randu-mi constientizez ca dorinta ei e si dorinta mea... ca linistea ei va fi si linistea mea.. dar nu o pot face fericita doar pe ea. trebuie sa fiu eu mai intai si sa vada si sa inteleaga asta..&lt;br /&gt;greu. atat de greu cand cineva nu intelege ca esti multumit cu ceea ce ai si ca daca va fi sa fie si cand va fi sa fie mai mult vei fi pregatit sa ii faci fata. dar nu cand vrea el/ea. ci cand va fi sa fie... si tu la randu-ti astepti acel moment.. dar nu il poti determina a se intampla decat prin speranta si gand pozitiv. altfel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-6457930200157349969?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/6457930200157349969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=6457930200157349969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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ahead</title><content type='html'>cu toate motoarele inainte! fara frica! fara teama de a pierde ceva! nu am nimic de pierdut!&lt;br /&gt;am sa-mi ascult copilul din mine, am sa ma joc cu adultul din mine si am sa fac ceea ce imi dicteaza instinctul fara teama de a speria, indeparta sau fii privita cu alti ochi. asta am mai facut! de ce n-as incerca sa merg pana la capat fara sa las mintea sa-mi dicteze ce sa fac mai ales acum cand simt ca ea insasi a lasat motoarele incet, indemnandu-ma parca sa fac asta?&lt;br /&gt;am sa ma joc! am sa rad! am sa fac ce ma taie capul! si n-am sa regret nimic! pentru ca imi voi asuma atat un posibil esec cat si o posibila reusita! am sa dau totul pentru ca simt ca acum e momentul in care pot sa fiu EU asa cum ma simt ca sunt dar n-am avut curajul sa fiu atata vreme!&lt;br /&gt;am sa fiu EU pentru ca simt ca e momentul in care daca nu fac acest pas voi face doi inapoi. am sa fiu EU pentru ca nu-mi permit sa fiu altcineva acum cand simt ca tot ceea ce ma inconjoara e plin de frumos, iubire si speranta! am sa fiu EU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-7414086406789915347?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/7414086406789915347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=7414086406789915347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7414086406789915347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7414086406789915347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2010/12/full-speed-ahead.html' title='full speed ahead'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-3779975229407345569</id><published>2010-12-27T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T11:20:22.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>pentru sufletul tau!</title><content type='html'>da! pentru sufletul tau scriu! vreau sa ii vorbesc si sa ii spun cum ma umple de fericire fiecare privire si fiecare zambet al tau! oare sufletul tau stie lucrurile astea? stie ca tresar atunci cand iti aud numele sau suna telefonul?&lt;br /&gt;stie oare sufletul tau cum iti sorb fiecare cuvant? cum iti mananc din privire fiecare gest? cum raman cu gura cascata ascultandu-te? cum ma trec fiorii cand simt stransoarea mainii tale?&lt;br /&gt;stie oare sufletul tau ca primul gand cand ma trezesc e la tine? ca primul zambet cu care incep ziua e dat de acel gand? ca nu adorm pana tarziu in noapte pentru ca rememorez fiecare clipa petrecuta cu tine? fiecare gest si atingere ca si cum le-as retrai pentru a n-a oara?&lt;br /&gt;stie sufletul tau ce simte al meu? stie ca nu se mai simte singur? ca e ca si cum ar fi gasit in sfarsit acel suflet care ii intregeste si defineste unicitatea? ca odata cu mintea care pentru prima oara refuza sa ia controlul se simte un suflet plin? un suflet care nu are nimic de pierdut ci doar de castigat, un suflet care poate sa strige pentru ca simte ca este auzit?&lt;br /&gt;pentru sufletul tau, care cu siguranta a auzit aceste strigate, scriu aceste randuri dictate parca de minte si suflet in acelasi timp. pentru sufletul tau cald si frumos, pentru acea traire care nu credeam ca mai poate fi simtita: A NU AVEA NIMIC DE PIERDUT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-3779975229407345569?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/3779975229407345569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=3779975229407345569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3779975229407345569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3779975229407345569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2010/12/pentru-sufletul-tau.html' title='pentru sufletul tau!'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-1208510966116114633</id><published>2010-12-23T13:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:09:28.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>mereu</title><content type='html'>undeva in mine simt ca gresesc.. si asta ma face sa ma simt VIE! sa ma simt OM! dar pe de alta parte simt ca totul e firesc, e normal, e bine... e o lupta continua in mine.. vad ca "degeaba" trece timpul peste mine... eu inca nu ma regasesc in mine insami... mereu apuc doar o parte si restul ramane imprastiat ca dupa un atentat cu bomba... si bomba am pus-o eu, MEREU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-1208510966116114633?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/1208510966116114633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=1208510966116114633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1208510966116114633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1208510966116114633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2010/12/mereu.html' title='mereu'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-6746312235093915425</id><published>2010-07-22T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T06:36:15.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>she</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/TEhJF92T7mI/AAAAAAAAAPE/qUlJLZ6Xenc/s1600/anes51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/TEhJF92T7mI/AAAAAAAAAPE/qUlJLZ6Xenc/s400/anes51.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496723712056225378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw myself as being a child, spoiled and pampered like I once was. Hearing only the things I wanted to hear, I needed to hear. And I smiled... a smile that went through the lenses and came out even warmer and charming than I thought it actually was.. it was the smile for that "she" who is to come, for that future to be happiness that I cannot but slightly imagine.&lt;br /&gt;I had that motherly look and air which I was not constient of. But that was me. 100%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-6746312235093915425?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/6746312235093915425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=6746312235093915425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/6746312235093915425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/6746312235093915425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2010/07/she.html' title='she'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/TEhJF92T7mI/AAAAAAAAAPE/qUlJLZ6Xenc/s72-c/anes51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-1069530592578532223</id><published>2010-06-29T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:22:59.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>NOTHING</title><content type='html'>It pains me... nothing hurts me harder... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rB30aqSo7rM&amp;feature=channel"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;That is what the songs says among other things. I became obsessed with it these days... but it is not about the break up it talks about, nor about the "my beautiful" part, but the part with the hurt...&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say only part of the line: Nothing hurts me... but it does not stop there.. there's a harder after it, that harder which everytime it is spoken reverberates in my own being and finds a place to hide. Hiden for a while, then out in the open, then hiden again, and the story goes.. on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;Is about being hurt for me (even if the song is not about being hurt, but about hurting other, the other).&lt;br /&gt;That time to go... do we choose these moments or are they just unpredictable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-1069530592578532223?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/1069530592578532223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=1069530592578532223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1069530592578532223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1069530592578532223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2010/06/nothing.html' title='NOTHING'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-1186232758986765043</id><published>2010-06-29T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:12:02.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>un singur raspuns</title><content type='html'>cand simti ca totul te copleseste, ca nimic nu iti mai surade, ca totul pare s-o ia razna in jurul tau, ce faci?&lt;br /&gt;care e solutia unui echilibru in toate? solutia e in tine, dar care e? pana si cautarea ei ajunge sa devina coplesitoare, sa ingreuneze pasii pe care ii ai de facut. propria minte e cea care te tine prizonier, nu gasesti iesire pentru ca nu e momentul s-o gasesti? pentru ca nu esti indeajuns de pregatit sa o recunosti, desi ea e in fata ta? pentru ca de fapt, in subconstient nu vrei sa iesi din valtoarea lucrurilor si a ajuns sa-ti placa sa fii coplesit si mereu in verva? pentru ce nu gasesti solutia? pentru ce nu-ti eliberezi mintea asa cum faci cu sufletul din cand in cand, atunci cand iubesti? de ce mintea te tine prizonier?&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca o lasi. e singurul raspuns....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-1186232758986765043?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/1186232758986765043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=1186232758986765043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1186232758986765043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1186232758986765043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2010/06/un-singur-raspuns.html' title='un singur raspuns'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-4848263105102965688</id><published>2010-06-23T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T13:05:33.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>alegere</title><content type='html'>cand simti ca ai incercat.. ca ai luptat... ca ar mai fi lucruri pe care le-ai putea face, dar nu te mai motiveaza nimic.... nimic pentru ca rezultatul e acelasi, o stana de piatra in fata careia zambesti doar pentru ceea ce simti tu si pentru ceea ce traiesti intr-o "fantasy world" creata de tine...&lt;br /&gt;nimic pentru ca orice zbor iti este anulat, nimic pentru ca si in varful picioarelor de-ai umbla ai auzi cum greutatea pe care o duci cu tine apasa pe podeaua de atatea ori incercata...&lt;br /&gt;sa renunti? asta e solutia? sa ramai cu gandurile si sentimentele dar fara acea greutate? poti sa dormi linistit mai departe cu gandul ca poate nu ai cautat tu motivatia, ca poate n-ai vazut-o, cu sentimentul ca vei regreta?&lt;br /&gt;n-am regrete si n-as vrea sa incep sa am. sa regret e lucrul al carui inceput nu mi-l doresc. in schimb tanjesc dupa inceputuri frumoase si libertate deplina. tanjesc dupa acea privire care sa ma topeasca, sa ma topeasca prin caldura ei si siguranta pe care mi-o inspira.inceputuri care sa nu aiba sfarsit, inceputuri si nu jumatati, nu jumatati de masura.&lt;br /&gt;sa continui? asta sa fie solutia? sa continui si sa lupti pana cand nu vei mai avea putere si te vei complace in situatia in care esti doar pentru ca nu mai ai putere nici sa lupti, nici sa renunti? poti sa dormi linistit cand stii ca propriile sentimente te-au devorat doar pentru ca nu ai stiut sa zici stop cand a trebuit? tot vei regreta si te vei intreba: oare cum ar fi fost daca..?&lt;br /&gt;si-atunci? care sa fie acea solutie salvatoare care sa iti aduca motivatia sa alegi?&lt;br /&gt;ce-ai alege daca ai fi singur intr-o multime necunoscuta? sa ramai acolo si sa lasi valul multimii sa te poarte sau sa alergi spre o iesire (imaginara de altfel) ca sa poti fi singur si neatins de ceilalti?&lt;br /&gt;ce-ai alege? sa te adaptezi sau sa fugi?&lt;br /&gt;ce-ai alege daca ai fi singur intr-o camera, doar cu niste pahare goale, un creion si o coala de hartie? ti-ai taia venele cu un ciob? ai incepe sa scrii sau sa canti o melodie prin atingere in diferite moduri a paharelor?&lt;br /&gt;ce-ai alege? sa creezi sau sa distrugi?&lt;br /&gt;la asta se reduce totul, la alegere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ fara concluzii de data aceasta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-4848263105102965688?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/4848263105102965688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=4848263105102965688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4848263105102965688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4848263105102965688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2010/06/alegere.html' title='alegere'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-2169113798334113755</id><published>2010-06-22T04:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T04:06:35.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>SUNET</title><content type='html'>e liniste si intuneric.. o singura raza de lumina intra prin vitraliul mic si atinge ce intalneste in cale.. ma atinge usor dar ajunge sa straluceasca pe ea, nu pe mine...&lt;br /&gt;sa ii dea startul... si in linistea mormantala se aude raspunsul ei la mangaierea luminii... si inchid ochii si ma las pierduta departe, departe de tot, acolo unde nimic si nimeni nu ma putea atinge... cand totul era fericire suprema, cand totul era...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un ultim acord si deschid ochii... de ce s-a oprit? eram deja atat de departe si intr-o fractiune de secunda m-am intors inapoi, in aceasta liniste, in acest intuneric.. raza de lumina nu mai e... decat 2 ochi sticlind in fatza mea cu o lacrima in coltul lor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-2169113798334113755?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/2169113798334113755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=2169113798334113755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/2169113798334113755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/2169113798334113755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunet.html' title='SUNET'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-4040120074854742802</id><published>2010-06-09T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T00:16:17.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>inside</title><content type='html'>what we feel inside is ours and ours only, no matter what we say and let other people see. it's something we have, something no one can take away or destroy, no matter what they say or do. it's something we control (as much as inside feelings can be controlled).&lt;br /&gt;we should treasure the feelings inside, not others. what we feel is for us, for our becoming, not for others satisfaction or enjoyment. is unique and fragile. it's either beautiful or dark black and mean. but it's ours. we have to deal with the inside. it's our duty to keep those feelings safe or destroy them. it's our duty to manage them and do what we think it's necessary. it's about us, not about the other. we shouldn't make it anyone else's problem. what we feel is what defines us. if we have fallen in love with the wrong person is not their fault, it's ours. and we should assume it. we should be glad of our feelings, treasure them and keep on hoping that one day we shall transform beautifully under the influence of such unique feelings. transform and grow. grow up.&lt;br /&gt;it's not a matter of being all grown up and appreciate feelings in another way. it's about being ourselves and acknowledging that we do not choose whom we fall in love (is about that minimal control we have over our feelings). we cannot choose that, but we can make decisions about feeding those feelings or simply treasure them and let them be, not substantiating them with false beliefs and high, unattainable thoughts.  &lt;br /&gt;it's about love or hate. it's about me, you or any other person alive. it's about life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-4040120074854742802?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/4040120074854742802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=4040120074854742802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4040120074854742802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4040120074854742802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2010/06/inside.html' title='inside'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-8610161605099241598</id><published>2010-03-24T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:59:22.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>ma topesc</title><content type='html'>am simtit cum ma topesc si picatura cu picatura din mine se construia altcineva. simteam ca odata cu vorbele ei ma transform. incet incet incepusem sa ma simt mai greoie, impovarata si nelinistita... dar nu trebuia s-o arat, asa ca lupta din mine nu trebuia sa transpara. ce se vedea inafara era pura hotarare si duritate. trebuia sa tin situatia sub control, sa nu-mi iasa nimeni din vorba, sa ma impun. si cu fiecare replica pe care trebuia sa o dau simteam ca in mine se constuieste ce trebuie...&lt;br /&gt;prima repetitie a fost ok, a doua si mai bine si tot asa... ma gandesc la ea si cum trebuie sa transpara din mine, prin mine....cum trebuie sa fiu perceputa inafara...si simt ca incep s-o inteleg.&lt;br /&gt;Victora stie sa ne conduca, sa ne apropie de personaje si datorita ei am simtit cum fiecare gest si vorba a mea trebuie sa fie asa, si-asa, si-asa.... ea m-a condus si m-am lasat transformata in ea.... personajul pe care trebuie sa-l interpretez la final de cursuri... un personaj care sincer... mi-e drag. de ce? pentru ca intr-un fel ma regasesc in el si rezonez cu ceea ce simte, dar si pentru ca l-am inteles intr-o oarecare masura si-mi place aceasta transformare.. imi place sa fiu perceputa altfel...chit ca e doar un rol. imi place ca pot da viata altcuiva fie si doar pentru o ora si pentru cativa care vor ajunge sa ma vada ca altcineva...&lt;br /&gt;e un joc. un joc cu mine insami. cu colegii de la cursuri... cu cei care ma vor vedea. mi-ar placea sa uite ca sunt Elena si sa regaseasca in mine personajul pe care incet incet incerc sa-l conturez. eu sper sa reusesc pentru ca e o munca si de echipa si echipa e super!&lt;br /&gt;n-am mai petrecut demult weekend de weekend asa de bine... e o regasire.. o incantare.. o relaxare...e frumos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-8610161605099241598?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/8610161605099241598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=8610161605099241598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8610161605099241598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8610161605099241598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2010/03/ma-topesc.html' title='ma topesc'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-1434426691657595112</id><published>2010-03-09T11:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:09:22.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>8 Martie</title><content type='html'>anul de gratie 2010... 9 martie... marti...&lt;br /&gt;ieri a fost 8... 8 martie... Ziua Mamei first of all si Ziua Femeii, secondly...&lt;br /&gt;sincer.... nici n-am simtit... ne-am urat intre noi fetele La multi ani! a mai trecut cate cineva prin redactie si am primit urarile de rigoare.. &lt;br /&gt;am facut la randu-mi cateva urari si cadouri...&lt;br /&gt;spre seara am simtit un pic din bucuria unui camin cald, in care mamei i-a putut fi urat un La multi ani cu dragoste.. am fost la bunica.. si-am vorbit cu sora mea...&lt;br /&gt;am simtit un fior taios dar placut cand am auzit ca fetele ei ii faceau o felicitare de Ziua Mamei. si noi faceam asta candva... si cat suflet puneam, cata munca si cata satisfactie cand o ofeream!&lt;br /&gt;draga mea mama, pentru tine, felicitarea de ieri a fost gandul meu ca s-a transmis mai departe ceea ce ne-ai invatat: sa ne iubim.&lt;br /&gt;un gand intens si atat de acut incat nu mi-am putut scoate din capul imaginea mea, multi ani peste 2010, stand intr-un scaun pe veranda si zambind. primisem o felicitare de Ziua mea.. Ziua Mamei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-1434426691657595112?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/1434426691657595112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=1434426691657595112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1434426691657595112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1434426691657595112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2010/03/8-martie.html' title='8 Martie'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-2298897679278546534</id><published>2010-02-11T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:04:09.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>teen media</title><content type='html'>Nu mai sunt de mult in categoria "teen", dar, de curand, m-am alaturat unui grup aflat in coordonarea "Teen Media". A fost o decizie luata pe nepusa masa - si uneori astea sunt cele mai bune.&lt;br /&gt;Prima zi – frig si zapada mare afara, dar am ajuns la timp. Am intrat si in curand au inceput sa mai vina din cei care urmau sa fie "grupa Victoriei". N-am avut emotiile pe care le am de obicei cand ma duc intr-un loc necunoscut si urmeaza sa interactionez cu oameni noi. De ce? Poate pentru ca simteam ca pot sa fiu in largul meu, pentru ca ambianta era primitoare.&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am asezat cu totii (vreo 10) in sala, care pe scaune, care pe canapea si am inceput sa ne prezentam. Incet, incet fiecare se destindea (unii erau deja destinsi, altii s-au destins mai repede, altii mai greu), si intr-un final, toata lumea zambea.&lt;br /&gt;Am aflat de la fiecare cum se numeste, pe unde sta in Bucuresti, cam ce vrea de-a venit aici, cat de mult il intereseaza acest domeniu, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Timpul a trecut repede si-a venit momentul sa ne luam La revedere pe ziua aceea.&lt;br /&gt;A doua zi ne-am revazut, clar mult mai relaxati cu totii.&lt;br /&gt;Si ne-am jucat mai tot timpul. Ne-am jucat constructiv. Ne-am retinut mai bine colegii, zodiile lor, luna in care sunt nascuti - totul cu scopul de a ne apropia, de a ne omogeniza ca grup, de a capata incredere unii in altii si de a invata sa ne concentram mai bine. &lt;br /&gt;A fost atat de relaxant, desi atat de dinamic; atat de distractiv, desi atat de educativ.&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa mai, se merita sa mergi la cursurile de actorie "Teen Media". Abia astept sa vina weekendul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-2298897679278546534?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/2298897679278546534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=2298897679278546534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/2298897679278546534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/2298897679278546534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2010/02/teen-media.html' title='teen media'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-2327008128299719035</id><published>2010-02-11T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:58:44.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>ceata</title><content type='html'>azi e ceata afara. nu mi se potriveste vremea asta. daca ar fi fost ceata si saptamana trecuta ar fi fost in ton cu starea mea. eram eu insami in ceata. nu stiam (sau nu voiam sa vad) ce sa fac, cum sa fac, incotro s-o apuc. nu pot spune ca azi stiu, dar macar nu ma mai simt neputincioasa si ametita de gandurile care-mi trec prin minte. &lt;br /&gt;s-a dizolvat ceata de la sine, pentru simplul fapt ca am avut rabdare si I didn;t give in when things looked bad.&lt;br /&gt;ce s-a schimbat? mai nimic. cred insa ca ajunsesem la saturatie si nu mai suportam sentimentul acela. m-am apucat sa mai citesc cate ceva, sa mai vad cate un film, sa imi ofer clipe de singuratate constructive si sa ma gandesc in liniste la ceea ce ma face nerabdatoare si incetoseaza felul meu de-a fi.&lt;br /&gt;am prins din nou radacinile pe care zapada le disclocase. m-am lasat topita de ninsoare si apoi de ploaie ca sa ma pot dizolva in mine insami si sa refac toate legaturile care incepusera sa scartaie. inca mai lucrez la asta, dar macar imi ocup timpul cu ceva constructiv :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-2327008128299719035?l=82ela.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/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-6137484599341510488</id><published>2009-12-01T11:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:51:55.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rudyard Kipling - If</title><content type='html'>If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too;&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with triumph and disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two imposters just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breath a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-6137484599341510488?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/6137484599341510488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=6137484599341510488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/6137484599341510488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/6137484599341510488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/12/rudyard-kipling-if.html' title='Rudyard Kipling - If'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-5272968021932754333</id><published>2009-10-19T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:39:51.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>knock knock</title><content type='html'>si daca maine n-ar mai fi? asa, luam prin absurd... as regreta ceva in acel ultim moment? as realiza ca a fost ceva ce as fi putut face si n-am facut ptr ca n-am avut curajul, ptr ca m-am lasat dusa de vorbele altora, pentru ca am ales sa protejez pe altii in loc sa-mi fac mie un bine....&lt;br /&gt;in momentul de fata, legat de trecut... nush..poate ar fi... numai ca nu-mi dau seama.. e atat de timid si mic sau atat de ascuns incat nu vad acel regret care ar putea aparea...&lt;br /&gt;in schimb am un sentiment neplacut ca voi regreta mai tarziu daca nu voi face ceva cat de curand legat de viata mea...&lt;br /&gt;cineva mi-a spus deunazi ca sunt haotica. n-a gresit. nu-s mereu asa. sunt in acea perioada a vietii in care adrenalina mi-e data de acest haos in care m-am cufundat si din care sincer nu vad iesire... caut, caut si probabil ca timpul mi-o va scoate in cale, dar ce te faci cu nerabdarea care bate la usa?&lt;br /&gt;e urat, urat de tot sa nu stii ce vrei, sa fii nehotarat si sa ai impresia ca depinzi de deciziile altora ca sa le poti lua si tu pe ale tale ulterior cand de fapt, numai in noi se gasesc raspunsurile, si numai noi putem gasi acea iesire...&lt;br /&gt;daca asta ar fi ultima oara cand as scrie aici as incheia impacata ca in acest haos exista o speranta si ca acea speranta este in mine. macar de atat lucru pot spune ca sunt constienta.. pe mai departe.. ce voi face... ce cale voi urma.. care e iesirea... probabil ca maine va exista o noua zi si poimaine la fel si tot asa si timpul imi va scoate in cale si aceasta iesire... iar nerabdarea n-are decat sa bata la usa.. am castile pe urechi, n-aud nimic.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-5272968021932754333?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/5272968021932754333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=5272968021932754333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5272968021932754333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5272968021932754333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/10/knock-knock.html' title='knock knock'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-8933562886098727702</id><published>2009-10-04T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:18:29.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>dor si doare</title><content type='html'>unoeri ma copleseste singuratatea... unoeri mi-e dor sa vad oameni zambind in jurul meu, sa simt acea bucurie pe care, copil fiind, o simteam cand veneam acasa si gaseam vanzoleala...&lt;br /&gt;mi-e dor sa ii spun c-o iubesc si sa ma certe, sa-mi dea sfaturi, sa o aud...&lt;br /&gt;mi-e un dor de nu se poate, cu atat mai mult cu cat tot ce e in jurul meu imi aminteste de ea si dimineata, uneori, cand ma trezesc, ma astept sa ma intalnesc pe hol cu ea in drum spre baie... dar nu ma intalnesc cu nimeni, nu aud niciun zgomot inafara pasilor mei impleticiti pe covor...&lt;br /&gt;ma doare aceasta singuratate acuta... ma apasa acesti pereti goi... aceste lucruri care imi aduc aminte ca, undeva, candva... eram o familie numeroasa si fericita.. cel putin candva...&lt;br /&gt;mi-e sufletul pustiu... a fost ziua ei... ar fi implinit 52 de ani... ar fi fost o bunica fericita si sunt convinsa ca si o mama fericita...&lt;br /&gt;ar fi fost... nu pot decat sa sper ca undeva sufletul ei ne vede si este fericit.. fara varsta, fara nume, dar fericit si linistit... &lt;br /&gt;nu pot sa-i zic La multi ani... nu pot sa ma bucur... nici sa ma gandesc... doare prea tare.. prefer sa alerg, sa fug, sa ma ingrop in munca... sa uit... sa nu mai simt... dar nu reusesc... nu pot fugi de lucruri evidente... ea nu mai este aici... si eu sunt singura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daca ma auzi, daca ma simti, stii tot ce zic si simt pentru tine... ma linistesc scriind.. dar doar pentru cateva minute.. cand inchid calculatorul si merg la culcare.. pustiul din jur ma apasa... mi-e prea dor.. si prea greu... nu mai vreau sa trec prin toate singura...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-8933562886098727702?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/8933562886098727702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=8933562886098727702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8933562886098727702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8933562886098727702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/10/dor-si-doare.html' title='dor si doare'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-8840538291045351935</id><published>2009-09-22T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:54:32.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Milow : Ayo Technology</title><content type='html'>She work it girl, she work the pole&lt;br /&gt;She break it down, she take it low&lt;br /&gt;She fine as hell, she about the dough&lt;br /&gt;She doing her thing out on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Her money money, she makin' makin'&lt;br /&gt;Got the way she shakin'&lt;br /&gt;Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it&lt;br /&gt;Have you lustin' for her,&lt;br /&gt;go crazy face it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so much more than you're used to&lt;br /&gt;She know's just how to move to seduce you&lt;br /&gt;She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot&lt;br /&gt;Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always ready, when you want it she want it&lt;br /&gt;Like a nympho, the info&lt;br /&gt;I show you where to meet her&lt;br /&gt;On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin'&lt;br /&gt;If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby It's a new age,&lt;br /&gt;You like my new craze&lt;br /&gt;Let's get together&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can start a new phase&lt;br /&gt;The smokes got the club all hazy,&lt;br /&gt;Spotlights don't do you justice baby&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come over here,&lt;br /&gt;you got me saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayooh&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology,&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you sit down on top of me&lt;br /&gt;Aayooh&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology&lt;br /&gt;I need you right in front-- of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her fantasy, there's plain to see&lt;br /&gt;Just how it be, on me, backstrokin',&lt;br /&gt;Sweat soaking&lt;br /&gt;All into my set sheets&lt;br /&gt;When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in this bitch till the club close&lt;br /&gt;What should I do, on all fours&lt;br /&gt;Now that that shit should be against the law&lt;br /&gt;Different style, different move,&lt;br /&gt;Damn I like the way you move&lt;br /&gt;Girl you got me thinking about,&lt;br /&gt;All the things I'd do to you&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it poppin' shorty&lt;br /&gt;We can switch positions&lt;br /&gt;From the couch to the counters in my kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby It's a new age,&lt;br /&gt;You like my new craze&lt;br /&gt;Let's get together&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can start a new phase&lt;br /&gt;The smokes got the club all hazy,&lt;br /&gt;Spotlights don't do you justice baby&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come over here, you got me saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayooh&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology,&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you sit down on top of me&lt;br /&gt;Aayooh&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology&lt;br /&gt;I need you right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh she wants it, Ooh she wants it&lt;br /&gt;Hmm she wants it, I got to give it to her&lt;br /&gt;She wants it, Hmm she wants it&lt;br /&gt;Hmm she wants it, I got to give it to her&lt;br /&gt;I got to give it to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby It's a new age,&lt;br /&gt;You like my new craze&lt;br /&gt;Let's get together&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can start a new phase&lt;br /&gt;The smokes got the club all hazy,&lt;br /&gt;Spotlights don't do you justice baby&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come over here, you got me saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayooh&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you sit down on top of me&lt;br /&gt;Aayooh&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology&lt;br /&gt;I need you right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DE9IchvpOPk&amp;feature=channel"&gt;Milow : Ayo Technology &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-8840538291045351935?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/8840538291045351935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=8840538291045351935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8840538291045351935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8840538291045351935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/09/milow-ayo-technology.html' title='Milow : Ayo Technology'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-1229939897291284795</id><published>2009-09-15T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:29:21.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>gesturi</title><content type='html'>am intrat in casa asta seara si am zarit prin intunericul din camera ca pe masa erau niste flori... am zambit... am aprins lumina si-am zarit 3 trandafiri atinsi de toamna venita.. trei trandafiri alb-rozalii cu un ciorchine de strugure frumos in fata lor... zambetul mi-a devenit si mai larg.. cineva m-a asteptat acasa si s-a gandit la mine in lipsa mea... stia ca voi veni si m-a surprins frumos cu acest mic "dar" de bun venit... un gest neconditionat, o bucurie neasteptata, un zambet frumos dupa o zi innebunitoare la munca...&lt;br /&gt;ii multumesc pentru ca m-a incantat, pentru ca s-a gandit la mine, pentru ca exista si pentru ca din gesturile ei mai invat si eu ;)&lt;br /&gt;nu uitati sa faceti mici bucurii celor din jur! nici nu stiti cat le puteti inveseli ziua printr-un simplu gest...&lt;br /&gt;pastrati-va sufletul tanar si nu uitati niciodata ca cei din jurul nostru nu vor fi vesnic acolo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Pentru o prietena draga: ce-ai simtit acum cateva zile in trafic sa nu uiti si sa nu astepti urmatoarea intamplare ca sa le spui celor dragi cat de mult ii iubesti!&lt;br /&gt;Nu stii niciodata cand vorbele tale insenineaza ziua lor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-1229939897291284795?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/1229939897291284795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=1229939897291284795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1229939897291284795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1229939897291284795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/09/gesturi.html' title='gesturi'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-3092752194394505895</id><published>2009-08-28T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T06:36:48.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>"my home is where you are" a song is saying nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where is my home?&lt;/em&gt; I started to wonder hearing it... My own home is empty.. there is no one there waiting to be able to say that it is my home indeed... if I were to go by the sayings of the song... But where then? Where my dad is? Where my sis is? My grandma? My lover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is definetely referring to the lover, but as it is not yet the case, I am homeless :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My home is where YOU are&lt;/em&gt; indeed, and she is there, with me, no matter.. therefore, my home is anywhere I want it to be, cause she will always be with be, so... &lt;br /&gt;My home is where I am :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-3092752194394505895?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/3092752194394505895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=3092752194394505895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3092752194394505895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3092752194394505895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/08/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-7822145638143821394</id><published>2009-08-25T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T03:06:05.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Steal your heart</title><content type='html'>I dont mean to be the teardrop spilling over your resentments&lt;br /&gt;Dont intend to be the cry with which you voice your discontentment&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be a picture, fading slowly from your memory&lt;br /&gt;Dont intend to be a shadow simply darkening your passage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only wanna lose myself behind the mirror of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Be the only balm that soothes the secret passions in your life&lt;br /&gt;Only want to lose my senses, lose your sorrow calm this madness&lt;br /&gt;Be the only one you count on to alleviate your sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill steal your heart and set it free&lt;br /&gt;Tear down the walls that would surround you&lt;br /&gt;I may hold you close to me&lt;br /&gt;But these ties will never bind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont mean to be the fire thats igniting your temptations&lt;br /&gt;Dont intend to the the sword that runs you through with adoration&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be a whisper my emotions wrapped in silence&lt;br /&gt;Dont intend to be the shout reminding you that time is priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only want to be the wind that lifts you high above the ground&lt;br /&gt;Living only to unlease the sacred powers that weve found&lt;br /&gt;Only want to beathe your essence, be your comfort, fill with laughter&lt;br /&gt;Every moment that we live from this day on, forever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill steal your heart and set it free&lt;br /&gt;So free, Im sure it will astound you&lt;br /&gt;Without my love youll never be&lt;br /&gt;In some way, Ill always find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill steal your heart and set it free&lt;br /&gt;Tear down the walls that would surround you&lt;br /&gt;I may hold you close to me&lt;br /&gt;But these ties will never bind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only want to be the wind that lifts you high above the ground&lt;br /&gt;Living only to unlease the sacred powers that weve found&lt;br /&gt;Only want to beathe your essence, be your comfort, fill with laughter&lt;br /&gt;Every moment that we live from this day on, forever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill steal your heart and set it free&lt;br /&gt;So free, Im sure it will astound you&lt;br /&gt;Without my love youll never be&lt;br /&gt;In some way, Ill always find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill steal your heart and set it free&lt;br /&gt;Tear down the walls that would surround you&lt;br /&gt;I may hold you close to me&lt;br /&gt;But these ties will never bind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill steal your heart and set it free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=34i_submmGI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria Estefan - Steal your heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-7822145638143821394?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/7822145638143821394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=7822145638143821394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7822145638143821394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7822145638143821394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/08/steal-your-heart.html' title='Steal your heart'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-7183837244338169490</id><published>2009-08-24T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T04:32:20.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>dulce-amar</title><content type='html'>"lucrurile simple sunt neinteresante" ziceam cuiva deunazi. si azi mi se pare si mai adevarata afirmatia mea. cu cat e mai complicata situatia cu atat devine mai inetresanta reactia, solutia, deznodamantul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intr-o oarecare masura am cautat sa rezolv lucrurile intr-un mod simplu, pentru a nu ma complica, dar situatia ar fi devenit extrem de neinteresanta si-atunci cineva a stiut sa ma &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;re-complice&lt;/span&gt; daca se poate spune asa.&lt;br /&gt;si-mi place asa complicat, desi destul de simplu... I know I don't make sense, dar uneori, in complicatia lucrurilor exista lucruri simple pe care le vezi si stii ca trebuie sa le faci, restul, cele complicate, te pun doar pe ganduri, si te fac sa traiesti (diferite senzatii, sentimente), sa gandesti mai profund si sa te uiti mai mult in interiorul tau sa gasesti resursele necesare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru a nu stiu cata oara descopar cat de frumoasa si complicata este viata.&lt;br /&gt;am o senzatie ciudata ca in sfarsit, desi nu stiu ce sa fac, voi face exact ceea ce trebuie. ca desi am cautat calea cea simpla, tot varianta complicata o voi alege. ca desi credeam ca o sa ma linistesc, nelinistea mea a crescut si mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;ca desi ma consideram mai matura decat altii, descopar cu uimire cat de copila pot fi uneori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si e fun si dureros in acelasi timp. e aceea senzatie "dulce-amara" fara de care viata ar trece pur si simplu pe langa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-7183837244338169490?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/7183837244338169490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=7183837244338169490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7183837244338169490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7183837244338169490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/08/dulce-amar.html' title='dulce-amar'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-4887139529085490777</id><published>2009-08-21T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:49:14.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>not enough</title><content type='html'>I don't know what went wrong... if I did wouldn't matter, 'cause it just wasn't enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simplu si la obiect: n-a fost sa fie, ce rost are sa ne mai stresam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si totusi, prin natura noastra, ne complicam existenta si cautam motive ale esecului nostru, cautam greseli pe care cica sa nu le mai repetam data viitoare sau incercam sa dam vina pe celalalt sau pe conjunctura... ar fi asa de simplu sa.. just take it as it is and move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar lucrurile simple nu le vedem, apar intotdeauna ca ultima solutie (daca apar) si uneori e solutia salvatoare, pana data viitoare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-4887139529085490777?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/4887139529085490777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=4887139529085490777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4887139529085490777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4887139529085490777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-enough.html' title='not enough'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-3738841413374208176</id><published>2009-08-21T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T03:01:50.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>Gasca alba</title><content type='html'>Dupa astrologia amerindiana, fiecare dintre noi are un animal totem care se stabileste in functie de data nasterii. Cele 13 toteme ne definesc caracterul, dar si destinul. Pentru a afla ce animal iti corespunde, cauta in lista data nasterii tale si descopera daca ai forta ursului sau subtilitatea felinelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 decembrie - 5 ianuarie - nutria&lt;br /&gt;6 ianuarie - 1 februarie - ursul&lt;br /&gt;2 februarie - 3 martie - elanul&lt;br /&gt;3 martie - 31 martie - marmota&lt;br /&gt;1 aprilie - 28 aprilie - iepurele&lt;br /&gt;29 aprilie - 26 mai - gasca alba&lt;br /&gt;27 mai - 23 iunie - somonul&lt;br /&gt;24 iunie - 22 iulie - caprioara&lt;br /&gt;23 iulie - 19 august - vulturul&lt;br /&gt;20 august - 16 septembrie - broasca testoasa&lt;br /&gt;17 septembrie - 14 octombrie - gasca salbatica&lt;br /&gt;15 octombrie - 11 noiembrie - castorul&lt;br /&gt;12 noiembrie - 9 decembrie - vulpea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU: Gasca alba (29 aprilie - 26 mai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu, nu este o insulta. In astrologia amerindiana, gasca alba este simbolul puritatii, al absolutului, al perfectionismului. Cu alte cuvinte, esti o persoana exigenta, perfectionista, idealista, uneori intransigenta. Esti autoritara, trasatura care se manifesta si la job, si in familie, si in relatia de cuplu. Insa stii cum sa te adresezi celorlalti, cum sa obtii ceea ce vrei: o mana de fier intr-o manusa de catifea. In schimb, iti lipsesc umorul, jovialitatea. Cei mai multi te gasesc rece, distanta, conservatoare, poate chiar ingamfata si lipsita de originalitate. La locul de munca, perfectionismul, simtul datoriei si perseverenta te fac indispensabila. In viata sentimentala, chiar daca nu esti genul de care barbatii se indragostesc la prima vedere, stii cum sa cuceresti barbatul pe care il placi si, mai ales, stii cum sa recunosti un partener potrivit atunci cand il intalnesti. Poti construi cu oricine o relatie stabila si fericita, datorita stabilitatii emotionale si respectului pentru promisiunile facute. Poate ca esti putin traditionalista, dar cine te place, respecta aceasta trasatura a ta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai multe si despre voi:&lt;a href="http://www.flu.ro/articole/Zig_Zag_Citadin/Horoscopul_amerindian_care_e_totemul_tau_.html?utm_source=newsletter&amp;utm_medium=newsletter&amp;utm_campaign=Newsletter-Flu-Noutati-20090820"&gt; aici.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-3738841413374208176?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/3738841413374208176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=3738841413374208176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3738841413374208176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3738841413374208176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/08/gasca-alba.html' title='Gasca alba'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-7092685960494892720</id><published>2009-08-20T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:21:27.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>incomplete</title><content type='html'>daca as fi stiut dinainte... poate m-as fi lasat prada mai devreme...&lt;br /&gt;daca m-as fi iubit mai mult poate as fi incercat mai demult...&lt;br /&gt;"daca" nu a intrat in ecuatie... nu regret.. toate la timpul lor.&lt;br /&gt;si acum a fost timpul lor... vorbelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linistea mea a fost iar tulburata, pentru simplul fapt ca am vrut sa-mi fie... m-am lasat prada. cam greu, dar am indraznit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lacrima care trebuia scursa pe obrajii mei abia azi a indraznit sa apara... invibratiile de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sz1idnMQFOA"&gt;pian&lt;/a&gt; cand cineva mi-a spus cateva cuvinte frumoase... da, a fost o lacrima de bucurie...&lt;br /&gt;nu cred sa imi fii spus cineva vreodata, atat de sincer, ce... vreoadata pur si simplu... "mi-ar fi placut sa fii acasa cand am venit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ceea ce mi-a tulburat linistea a fost tocmai ecoul acestor vorbe in golul din mine... am auzit ecoul, deci au avut unde sa cada aceste vorbe... exista un gol pe care l-am ignorat, sau m-am facut ca nu (mai) stiu de el.. acum ca am simtit ca exista, echilibrul meu s-a demontat nitel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singuratatea de care uitasem complet a strigat acum mai tare incat am auzit-o...&lt;br /&gt;nu e decat un strigat... dar a fost de-ajuns...&lt;br /&gt;sunt fericita... chit ca a strigat... dar, ptr ca exista acest dar... e o fericire care poate fi completata...deci nu e intreaga. deci se poate si mai bine de-atat...&lt;br /&gt;oricum, eu &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXzSg6FhAP4&amp;feature=related"&gt;voi fi aici&lt;/a&gt; pentru momentul in care va fi mai bine... va fi completa... daca va fi vreoadata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-7092685960494892720?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/7092685960494892720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=7092685960494892720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7092685960494892720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7092685960494892720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/08/incomplete.html' title='incomplete'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-939378148009385857</id><published>2009-08-20T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:50:15.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>I will be here</title><content type='html'>I don't know what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;If I did wouldn't matter 'cause&lt;br /&gt;It just wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that the moment comes&lt;br /&gt;To be strong, your existence&lt;br /&gt;That's what we're led to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the big world falls apart&lt;br /&gt;And you think that the feeling will linger&lt;br /&gt;You need somewhere to start&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the things didn't work out&lt;br /&gt;It's will soon disappear&lt;br /&gt;It will be miles away&lt;br /&gt;Away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind if life's not that pretty&lt;br /&gt;It will soon disappear&lt;br /&gt;It will be miles away&lt;br /&gt;Away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXzSg6FhAP4&amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the big world falls apart&lt;br /&gt;And you think that the feeling will linger&lt;br /&gt;You need somewhere to start&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it all seem to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You can't breath&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;You need somewhere to start&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I will be here, I will be here&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I will be here, I will be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that the moment comes&lt;br /&gt;To be strong, your existence&lt;br /&gt;That's what we're led to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXzSg6FhAP4&amp;feature=related"&gt;I will be here too :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-939378148009385857?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/939378148009385857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=939378148009385857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/939378148009385857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/939378148009385857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-will-be-here.html' title='I will be here'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-5039358896078547493</id><published>2009-07-17T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:41:05.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>take care</title><content type='html'>sa ai grija de tine...&lt;br /&gt;de ce se foloseste aceasta sintagma atunci cand te desparti de cineva.. desparti chiar si in ideea ca nu mai vezi acea persoana pentru multa vreme? de ce s-o folosesti? avea ea grija de tine si atunci cand pleaca din viata ta (definitiv sau pentru o perioada de timp) simte nevoia sa-ti transmita sa ai tu insuti grija, pentru ca ea nu mai e acolo?&lt;br /&gt;e stupid, evident... sensul nu e asta... most of the times,anyhow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e un automatism verbal.. si raspunsul la fel: o sa am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sa am... &lt;br /&gt;o sa am grija de "ochii acestia frumosi" nu pentru ca mi-a spus-o ea, ci pentru ca vreau sa vad natura ce ma inconjoara, oamenii din jurul meu, ochii lor...&lt;br /&gt;o sa am grija de mainile mele,pentru ca vreau sa mai mangai si sa simt sub buricele degetelor cum pielea se-nfioara la atingerea lor, pentru ca vreau sa ma mai tina cineva de mana si sa simt ca ma topesc in stransoarea aceea...&lt;br /&gt;o sa am grija de buzele mele pentru ca vreau sa mai simt atingerea altor buze si sa gust saruturile lor...&lt;br /&gt;o sa am grija de mine pentru ca vreau! pentru ca vreau sa traiesc!&lt;br /&gt;"take care" has a whole new meaning for me now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-5039358896078547493?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/5039358896078547493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=5039358896078547493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5039358896078547493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5039358896078547493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-care.html' title='take care'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-5780839798263798002</id><published>2009-07-05T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:14:06.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>bunul simt....</title><content type='html'>monday... one of those f...ing mondays when things start like they shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;unul dintre minunatii mei vecini s-a trezit (sau s-a dus la culcare) cu gandul la locul lui/meu de parcare. si mi-a lasat si biletel sa stiu si eu ca se gandeste la asta.&lt;br /&gt;m-a "rugat frumos" sa am bunul simt sa nu mai parchez pe locurile altora de parcare (de parca el vorbea in numele unei colectivitati) si sa ma anunte pe aceasta cale ca, daca nu binevoiesc sa-mi parchez masina in curte, o sa "binevoiasca ei sa si le parcheze".&lt;br /&gt;cum sa nu te enervezi? eram parcata in fata blocului lor pentru simplul motiv ca in fata curtii mele alti vecini (si de-ai lui pana la urma) aveau masinile parcate.&lt;br /&gt;ce-l f..e pe el grija ca nu-mi bag masina in curte? oricum locurile de parcare nu sunt platite si fiecare parcheaza unde apuca. de cate ori n-am venit acasa si a trebuit sa merg in spatele curtii sa parchez (strada in care nu demukt s-au spart doua masini).&lt;br /&gt;dar ce, credeti ca s-a gandit vreodata vecinul asta ca atunci cand nu-mi parchez masina pe locul lui (pentru ca cel mai probabil locul lui il ocupasem), o parchez pe unde gasesc, in niciun caz in fata curtii unde (dupa cat si cum il duce pe el capul ar trebui sa pun monopol pe locurile de parcare).&lt;br /&gt;m-a enervat, drept urmare o sa port o mica corespondenta cu el, daca binevoieste a citi biletele pe care mi le voi lasa singura in parbriz.&lt;br /&gt;sa vina sa discutam personal, ca si asta cere bun simt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-5780839798263798002?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/5780839798263798002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=5780839798263798002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5780839798263798002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5780839798263798002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/07/bunul-simt.html' title='bunul simt....'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-9097889312448719961</id><published>2009-07-01T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:26:42.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>Full freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=haXk1zy6KXk&amp;feature=related"&gt;last night I was dreaming ... touch me I don't mind...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't wake up as there is nothing to wake up from. It's not a dream made up in my head, it's not an illusion of mine, it's not an impression... It's for real. A dream like reality. Why dream like? Because only in my dreams I can be totally myself, with no inhibitions, no restrains, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=haXk1zy6KXk&amp;feature=related"&gt;Last night I was dreaming... wake up in the morning and I wondered if I'd see...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see because I have no blinds shut down, I have my eyes open wide and I am in control of my actions. I am well aware of my doings as well as of my desires. I do not have to pretend. I can just be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUvvJJF_VbY&amp;feature=related"&gt;Full freedom!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-9097889312448719961?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/9097889312448719961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=9097889312448719961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/9097889312448719961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/9097889312448719961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/07/full-freedom.html' title='Full freedom'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-1225992360321362080</id><published>2009-04-13T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:49:28.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>"Hallelujah" - Jeff Buckley</title><content type='html'>Well I heard there was a secret chord&lt;br /&gt;that David played and it pleased the Lord&lt;br /&gt;But you don't really care for music, do ya?&lt;br /&gt;Well it goes like this :&lt;br /&gt;The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift&lt;br /&gt;The baffled king composing Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well your faith was strong but you needed proof&lt;br /&gt;You saw her bathing on the roof&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya&lt;br /&gt;And she tied you to her kitchen chair&lt;br /&gt;She broke your throne and she cut your hair&lt;br /&gt;And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah but) Baby I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this room and I've walked this floor, (You know)&lt;br /&gt;I used to live alone before I knew ya&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen your flag on the marble arch&lt;br /&gt;and love is not a victory march&lt;br /&gt;It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there was a time when you let me know&lt;br /&gt;What's really going on below&lt;br /&gt;But now you never show that to me do ya&lt;br /&gt;But remember when I moved in you&lt;br /&gt;And the holy dove was moving too&lt;br /&gt;And every breath we drew was Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a God above&lt;br /&gt;But all I've ever learned from love&lt;br /&gt;Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya&lt;br /&gt;And it's not a cry that you hear at night&lt;br /&gt;It's not somebody who's seen the light&lt;br /&gt;It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu...&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu...&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKnxmkOAj88"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallellllluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuujjjaahhhh...Hallelllluuuuuujjaaaaaaaaaahhhh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-1225992360321362080?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/1225992360321362080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=1225992360321362080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1225992360321362080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1225992360321362080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/04/hallelujah-jeff-buckley.html' title='&quot;Hallelujah&quot; - Jeff Buckley'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-8501067742662874498</id><published>2009-02-26T23:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:38:25.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>truth</title><content type='html'>once stranger to myself. no longer. stranger to others.. always.&lt;br /&gt;Is it still true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to feel as if I no longer know myself that much... I kinda lost contact somewhere on the way.. don't know where, but it's about time I found out.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot afford loosing my own self, forgetting how I'm truly like or how I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird.. I'm weird, for the hundred time said...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-8501067742662874498?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/8501067742662874498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=8501067742662874498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8501067742662874498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8501067742662874498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2009/02/truth.html' title='truth'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-3181703946864408891</id><published>2008-10-15T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:49:44.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>My all - Mariah Carey</title><content type='html'>I am thinking of you &lt;br /&gt;In my sleepless solitude tonight &lt;br /&gt;If it’s wrong to love you &lt;br /&gt;Then my heart just won’t let me right &lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve drowned in you &lt;br /&gt;And I won’t pull through &lt;br /&gt;Without you by my side &lt;br /&gt;I’d give my all to have &lt;br /&gt;Just one more night with you &lt;br /&gt;I’d risk my life to feel &lt;br /&gt;Your body next to mine &lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t go on &lt;br /&gt;Living in the memory of our song &lt;br /&gt;I’d give my all for your love tonight &lt;br /&gt;Baby can you feel me &lt;br /&gt;Imagining I’m looking in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;I can see you clearly &lt;br /&gt;Vividly emblazoned in my mind &lt;br /&gt;And yet you’re so far &lt;br /&gt;Like a distant star &lt;br /&gt;I’m wishing on tonight &lt;br /&gt;I’d give my all to have &lt;br /&gt;Just one more night with you &lt;br /&gt;I’d risk my life to feel &lt;br /&gt;Your body next to mine &lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t go on &lt;br /&gt;Living in the memory of our song &lt;br /&gt;I’d give my all for your love tonight &lt;br /&gt;I’d give my all to have &lt;br /&gt;Just one more night with you &lt;br /&gt;I’d risk my life to feel &lt;br /&gt;Your body next to mine &lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t go on &lt;br /&gt;Living in the memory of our song &lt;br /&gt;I’d give my all for your love tonight &lt;br /&gt;Give my all for your love &lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-3181703946864408891?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/3181703946864408891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=3181703946864408891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3181703946864408891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3181703946864408891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-all-mariah-carey.html' title='My all - Mariah Carey'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-8823895830254708990</id><published>2008-09-18T23:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:43:28.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>preluari interesante... (n...)</title><content type='html'>Mircea Dinescu: Femei de cariera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foarte interesant....trebuie citit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odata, la serviciu, am dat de o colega nervoasa la toaleta. Iesise din cabina, isi netezea fusta si bombanea: "Stii bancu' ala cu Itic?". N-am stiut daca vorbeste cu mine, asa ca am mormait incert, in asa fel incit, la o adica, sa reiasa ca eu de fapt cintam. A continuat si m-a scapat astfel de propria-mi mutra buimaca: "Cica se ruga Itic toata ziua la Dumnezeu: da, Doamne, sa cistig la loterie! Ajuta-ma, Doamne, sa cistig la loterie, hai, Doamne, zau, de ce nu ma ajuti si pe mine sa cistig la loterie?! La un moment dat, Dumnezeu, agasat de atita vaicareala, se repede la el: ma, Itic, pe cuvint ca te-am auzit si m-am straduit din rasputeri, dar te rog frumos, ajuta-ma si tu putin: joaca la loterie!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am hahait cu ea un pic, dar asteptam legatura dintre banc si motivul reuniunii noastre private. A continuat: "Asa si eu, draga: tocmai am facut acum un test de sarcina care, normal, mi-a iesit negativ. Am plins ca proasta, cu fundul pe colac, fiindca ma screm de vreo patru ani sa ramin gravida si degeaba! Dupa aia insa, brusc, mi-a bubuit mintea ca de &lt;br /&gt;la ciclul trecut n-am mai facut sex, de fapt! Ca eu cu barbata-miu nu ne intilnim decit 8 minute pe zi, dimineata. Si, desi el n-are nevoie decit de patru minute pentru un act sexual, eu tocmai atunci nu pot, fiindca imi fac parul cu drotul, pantofii cu crema si botul cu ruj."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verifica-ti agenda, am putea sa ne vedem azi la 1.45 sa luam lunch-ul si sa facem un copil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma uitam la ea cu ceva ce fusese pina de curind admiratie, dar deja nu mai eram sigura: femeie de cariera, obsedata de promovare, leafa, autoritate si performanta. Vorbea jumate-n engleza, jumate-n romana, cum se poarta acum, era toata numai taioare, promousan, targhet, auaernes, marchet, pablic-rileisans, plening, risarci, fidbac. Dama spirt, cu parul prins ca madam Ecaterina Andronescu-Abramburica, era deci colega-cea-fara-de-cusur, carierista care se temea doar de bomba atomica si de barbatii care cred ca femeile sint inferioare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avea un sot manager, care-si facea al doilea doctorat si chelise prematur din cauza studiului napraznic si ambitiei de a fi sef. Aveau bani, lucrau in multinationale, umblau numai cu nara pe sus, trosnea mindria-n ei. Dar n-aveau copii… Asta lipsea din tabloul perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cind au implinit 30 de ani au facut consiliu de familie, cu parinti si cu socri cu tot, si au decis sa aiba un baiat si o fata, neaparat in ordinea asta. Cind au implinit 34, s-ar fi bucurat sa aiba si-un pechinez, numai ca progamul lor de lucru era deja un pact cu diavolul. Ea se scula la 7 si pleca la 7.42 cu Renault-ul, el se scula la 7.34 si &lt;br /&gt;pleca la 8.02, cu Volkswagen-ul. Seara, ea venea la 9.10, comanda pizza, ii lasa si lui o felie rece, se culca, la 10.45 venea si el, minca uscatura. Apoi se strecura in pat linga ea, dar n-o trezea niciodata pentru sex, fiindca el trisa, seara nu facea dus, nu mai avea timp. Facea doar dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea vazuse-n filme cum femeile de cariera isi faceau test de sarcina la WC-ul firmei, deoarece acasa nu mai aveau timp. Ceea ce uita ea de fiecare data era ca numai din ovulul ei nu se putea isca nici un fat, mai trebuia si ceva de le el, parca. Dar el avea de invatat ca s-ajunga docent, ea avea de ajuns cea mai sefa si de cistigat bani. Copiii nu apareau, iar cuscrii faceau deja consilii numai intre ei, hotarau ceva, insa rezolutia raminea nerostita, telefonul tinerilor suna degeaba, iar la celulare nu raspundeau, erau in miting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe ea, ovulatia o prindea numai in brainstormingul pentru campania de relansare a brandului. Iar el tot nu stia ce e aceea ovulatie, desi pe vremuri, cind erau studenti si obisnuiau sa mai si traiasca, ea ii desenase doua ovare si niste puncte pe care le inghesuiau alte puncte, cu coada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femeile s-au opintit citeva secole sa ajunga egale cu barbatii, iar acum nu mai stiu cum sa scape de acest groaznic privilegiu. Muncim ca niste timpite, ii multumim patronului ca ne da sansa extraordinara de a lucra si-n weekend, ca sa ne afirmam si sa ne tinem de deadline. Sefii pleaca de vineri la prinz si-i mai vezi luni dupa-masa, cind se deseapta din mahmureli de cinci stele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timp in care ai deosebita onoare de a le tine locul, ca de-aia ai dat atit din coate si-ai facut ulcer de cind maninci numai kebab in chifla, la serviciu, ca sa ajungi femeie de nadejde. Firma te-a rasplatit cu doua dioptrii suplimentare, dar miopia asta e semnul triumfului tau personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea visezi color Acrobat Reader, Outlook si Power Point, cosmarul ti-e impicatit de guguloaie de foldere galbene pe care scrie "urgent", "campanie", "scheme", "rapoarte". In somn, butonul Delete nu merge, nu scapi de patratici si te trezesti tipind. Nu pentru ca te innebunesc folderele, ci pentru ca e deja 7.30 si la 8 trebuie sa fii la firma &lt;br /&gt;si-ai dormit strimb si-ti sta bretonul ca o bidinea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scuza-ma, te las putin pe fir, ca ma cere unul de nevasta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munca e buna numai cind ti-aduce un franc cinstit in buzunar si, mai ales, iti da si ragazul sa-l cheltuiesti. Sistemul suedez prevede ca trebuie sa ametesti muncind cinci zile pe saptamina si sa ametesti in bar doua zile pe saptamina. Asta e raportul minim rezonabil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carierismul e plasmuirea bolnava a unor filme imbecile de la Hollywood, care insinueaza ca o femeie poate face orice, daca vrea ea: ajunge imediat director executiv, naste trei pui vii pe care ii hraneste cu lapte praf, sotul o iubeste lesinant, desi o vede cam sase ore pe saptamina (sau poate tocmai de-aia), iar el, desi e neurochirurg sef la Memorial Hospital, nu e stresat deloc, face mincare la copii, spala vase si-o asteapta pe ea cu masina la firma, seara. Pardon, noaptea. Nu se stie cind opereaza el pe creier si mai face si lectii cu aia micii, dar ea, nevasta, are de predat patru rapoarte zilnic, de zbierat la trei brokeri si de convins opt clienti sa investeasca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femeile care au vazut-o pe Diane Keaton in "Baby Boom" se lasa drogate de gindul inept al unui perpetuum mobile. Au senzatia ca se poate orice. Ca sotul, copilul, ciobanescul german si siameza asteapta oricit, ei latra la unison cu mindrie ca au o directoare in familie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cind ambii soti muncesc deopotriva, ajungi sa le intelegi masochismul, pina la urma. Pericolul dospeste abia cind femeia de cariera are acasa un inginer care scapa la 4.00 de la uzina, apoi vrea mincare cu sos, maiouri cit de cit curate si putin sex. Muncind ca o disperata ca sa nu cumva sa fie promovata alta in locul ei, la o adica, femeia se inscrie deja la divortul part-time si faciliteaza hirjoana extraconjugala a barbatului constrins de hormoni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cind constati ca fetita ta ii spune "mama" soacra-tii (care nici nu te-a vrut de nora, fiindca nu pareai gospodina si uite ca stia ea ce stia) si biziie ca pe bona o iubeste cel mai mult de pe lume, e cam tirziu sa-ti dai demisia. Copilul nu intelege ca tu crapi muncind ca sa aiba el garsoniera-n Bucuresti cind termina liceul (daca l-o termina, ca tu n-ai timp sa-i verifici lectiile). Copilul vrea sa stai linga el, calda, pufoasa, atenta, sa simta dragostea ca pe o perna de plus. Dar tu, care-ai raspuns la celular si-n clipa cind te cerea ala de nevasta, si i-ai spus lui "da", acoperind o secunda telefonul cu palma, apoi te-ai scuzat din gene si ai continuat sa vorbesti cu seful de sectie la &lt;br /&gt;telefon, nu prea intelegi cum vine chestia asta cu renuntatul la cariera de dragul familiei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mircea, fa-te ca traiesti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apropo, cind ti-ai inchis ultima data telefonul, ca sa vezi un film fara sa te deranjeze nimeni? Nu e cazul, ca pe vremea cind ai vazut tu ultimul film inca nu se inventasera telefoanele cu On si Off, erau numai fixe cu roata si fir cirliontat. Vasazica: ultimul film vazut a fost un documentar despre bursa din Tokyo, ultima carte citita a fost "Notiuni de introducere in cibernetica", ultima iesire in natura a fost pe ierbuta de la Romexpo, cind ti-a venit delegatia din Danemarca, ultima data cind ai gasit alimentara deschisa in drum spre casa inca se gasea nechezol, la taclale cu prietenele stai numai prin mesaje pe robot si odata i-ai facut uneia o confesiune prin fax, inca ii cumperi copilului haine cu doua masuri mai mici, fiindca atit purta cind te-ai angajat, ultima data cind ai fi vrut sa faci sex aveai ciclu, iar ultima data cind ai facut sex te-ai inhibat, fiindca uitasesi sa-i spui ceva contabilei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu i-ai mai spus barbatului din viata ta "te iubesc" de-o vesnicie, nici n-ai avea cum, ar suna ca dracu', ar trebui sa i-o suieri in timp ce-ti tai pielita de la unghii, imediat dupa ce-l ameninti sa nu cumva sa uite sa-ti cumpere tampoane cu aripioare si adeziv, ca-ti vine sigur diseara sau miine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am chiulit si-am sa chiulesc cu voluptate de la munca, intotdeauna. Chiuleste si tu, salveaza-ti viata, femeie! Atit cit se poate. Ia bunul simt, in doze homeopatice. Sa stii numai tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cele mai frumoase petice de viata le-am capatat fugind de raspundere. Cea mai buna bere pe care am baut-o in viata mea n-a fost la Praga, ca lumea buna, ci in Herastrau, cind o taiasem de la sedinta de redactie, lasind vorba ca mi s-a spart teava de calorifer si m-au chemat vecinii sa string apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a ramas in cap (si mie, ca atitor altora) gafa de la TVR, de la Revolutie, cind habar n-aveau ca intrasera deja in direct, si cineva i-a zis lui Dinescu: "Mircea, fa-te ca lucrezi!". Si Mircea a ascultat. Si a ajuns departe. Pina cind vom pricepe omeneste tilcul acestui indemn vital, vom continua sa ne prefacem ca traim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-8823895830254708990?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/8823895830254708990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=8823895830254708990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8823895830254708990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8823895830254708990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/09/preluari-interesante-n.html' title='preluari interesante... (n...)'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-4946356620305299209</id><published>2008-09-18T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:02:00.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>start again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;start again&lt;/em&gt; e una din melodiile care-mi obsedeaza mintea in ultimul timp... am tot furat vise... am zburat pentru prima data / &lt;em&gt;I just stole my first dream... I just took my first flight&lt;/em&gt; - daca asa vi se pare mai cunoscut ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is a new start I am talking about... it is a new way of getting in touch with my own self, a new way of rediscovering my own ME... it is not all about me anymore, but about US, and still... ME continues to be my preocupation.. me related to him.. to how he sees me, how he talks to me, how he makes me feel, how he touches me, how he...&lt;br /&gt;it's been weird at first to say  we... now I am starting to like it... to actually fancy using this word..&lt;br /&gt;it's a great new feeling, a nice new start.. and yes.. I START AGAIN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-4946356620305299209?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/4946356620305299209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=4946356620305299209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4946356620305299209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4946356620305299209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/09/start-again.html' title='start again...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-2066069737171483057</id><published>2008-09-15T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:33:22.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>amiga mia...</title><content type='html'>Amiga mía, lo sé, solo vives por el,&lt;br /&gt;que lo sabe también, pero el no te ve&lt;br /&gt;como yo, suplicarle a mi boca que diga&lt;br /&gt;que me ha confesado entre copas,&lt;br /&gt;que es con tu piel con quien sueña de noche&lt;br /&gt;y que enloquece con cada botón que&lt;br /&gt;te desabrochas pensando en sus manos.&lt;br /&gt;el no te ha visto temblar, esperando&lt;br /&gt;una palabra, algún gesto un abrazo.&lt;br /&gt;el no te ve como yo suspirando,&lt;br /&gt;con los ojitos abiertos de par en par,&lt;br /&gt;escucharme nombrarle.&lt;br /&gt;¡Ay amiga mía! Lo se y el también.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiga mía, no se que decir,&lt;br /&gt;ni que hacer para verte feliz.&lt;br /&gt;ojalá pudiera mandar en el alma o en la libertad,&lt;br /&gt;que es lo que a el le hace falta;&lt;br /&gt;llenarte los bolsillos de guerras ganadas,&lt;br /&gt;de sueños e ilusiones renovadas.&lt;br /&gt;yo quiero regalarte una poesía;&lt;br /&gt;tu piensas que estoy dando las noticias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiga mía, ojalá algún día escuchando mi canción,&lt;br /&gt;de pronto, entiendas que lo que nunca quise&lt;br /&gt;fue contar tu historia&lt;br /&gt;porque pudiera resultar conmovedora.&lt;br /&gt;pero, perdona, amiga mía,&lt;br /&gt;no es inteligencia, ni es sabiduría;&lt;br /&gt;esta es mi manera de decir las cosas.&lt;br /&gt;no es que sea mi trabajo, es que es mi idioma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiga mía, princesa de un cuento infinito.&lt;br /&gt;amiga mía, tan solo pretendo que cuentes conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;amiga mía, a ver si uno de estos días,&lt;br /&gt;por fin aprendo a hablar&lt;br /&gt;sin tener que dar tantos rodeos,&lt;br /&gt;que toda esta historia me importa&lt;br /&gt;porque eres mi amiga .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiga mía, lo se, solo vives por el,&lt;br /&gt;que lo sabe también, pero el no te ve&lt;br /&gt;como yo, suplicarle a mi boca que diga&lt;br /&gt;que me ha confesado entre copas,&lt;br /&gt;que es con tu piel con quien sueña de noche...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiga mía, no se que decir,&lt;br /&gt;ni que hacer para verte feliz.&lt;br /&gt;ojalá pudiera mandar en el alma o en la libertad,&lt;br /&gt;que es lo que a el le hace falta;&lt;br /&gt;llenarte los bolsillos de guerras ganadas,&lt;br /&gt;de sueños e ilusiones renovadas.&lt;br /&gt;yo quiero regalarte una poesía;&lt;br /&gt;tu piensas que estoy dando las noticias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiga mía, princesa de un cuento infinito.&lt;br /&gt;amiga mía, tan solo pretendo que cuentes conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;amiga mía, a ver si uno de estos días,&lt;br /&gt;por fin aprendo a hablar&lt;br /&gt;sin tener que dar tantos rodeos,&lt;br /&gt;que toda esta historia me importa&lt;br /&gt;porque eres mi amiga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9S9szsYbHc"&gt;Alejandro Sanz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-2066069737171483057?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/2066069737171483057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=2066069737171483057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/2066069737171483057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sa revad colegii si sa merg la scoala, o astfel de zi ma demoraliza compplet... dresul alb ajungea intotdeauna sa fie stropit de noroi si apa murdara.. pantofii "ajungeau" mereu in vreo baltoaca... inevitabil.. umbrela ma incurca in autobuz si ma udam pe rochitza... era "fun"... de cate ori n-am cerut voie mamei sa stau acasa in zile ploioase si extrem de nesuferite ca aceasta...&lt;br /&gt;azi n-am avut nici cui sa cer voie si nici nu cred ca s-ar fi acceptat o scutire de mana.. ;))&lt;br /&gt;dar mai e putin si trece ziua de azi... trece si ploaia, o sa iasa iar soarele... o sa vina iar ploaia si tot asa... numai ca scoala n-o mai incep nicicand, scutiri nu mai primesc, poate doar o sa-i dau fetitei mele, ca sa fie acoperita atunci cand vrea sa stea cu mine acasa, si sa nu iasa in ploaia urata si rece de-afara... sa stam amandoua la caldurica... sa povestim si sa-i spun ca si eu faceam ca ea si "chiuleam" deseori cand ploua... &lt;br /&gt;;))&lt;div 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vremuri...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-5461964195745529695</id><published>2008-09-12T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T02:43:58.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn thoughts'/><title type='text'>teama... din nou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAh3osQiyhU"&gt;I wanna feel like I just stole my first dream...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dreams are somehow blocked... by my own self...&lt;br /&gt;by my own fears... I took a moment to think what am I afraid of... what is it that keeps me to distance from others....? is it really a distance?&lt;br /&gt;I had a long talk with myself last night and agreed totally that I am afraid to love again... to love somebody who loves me back... not just to love somebody...  it would have been simpler, and it has been, to fall for someone who I knew will never respond to my feelings the same way... it was very simple... my distance was actually never threatened, I was to keep my place.. faraway,.. no one was to invade my soul...&lt;br /&gt;but what if I fall inlove with someone who loves me back? isn't that a way of accepting someone in my life, in my soul? I am afraid of that powerful love I once felt that took my reason and made me see things diferently, made me see a reality I wanted to see... I reality I later on discovered to be so different, and so cruel... that's what I am afraid of.., of losing my senses and fall deeply inlove with a fantasy... with a man I create, not with the man next to me... I wanna see flaws, mistakes, bad things... I wanna see and accept them, NOW, not later... I wanna grow to love the man the way he is, not the way I think he is... I don't want to distort reality anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAh3osQiyhU"&gt;Erase my being... come wipe me clean... I wanna feel I just stole my first dream...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I steal a dream? can I steal my fear and lock it away?  can I accept that I am human and suffering comes with the territory?&lt;br /&gt;time will tell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAh3osQiyhU"&gt;Erase my being ... come wipe me clean... I wanna feel I just stole my first dream... Let me drift a while longer....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-5461964195745529695?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/5461964195745529695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=5461964195745529695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5461964195745529695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5461964195745529695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/09/teama-din-nou.html' title='teama... din nou?'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-6723887065365797697</id><published>2008-09-08T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:37:59.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>simturi... si simtiri...</title><content type='html'>mergeam pe strada... mirosul de ploaie incerca sa ma trezeasca... picaturile razlete de asemenea... eram prea obosita si prea ingandurata ca sa merg cu privirea inainte... ma uitam la proprii pasi facuti pe asfaltul umed...&lt;br /&gt;dintr-o data am simtit un parfum cunoscut.. am tresarit...inima imi batea deja mai tare... simturile mi s-au ascutit dintr-o data... am ridicat privirea s-o caut... nu era &lt;em&gt;ea&lt;/em&gt;, era o alta fata, cu umbrela in buline si pantaloni rosii care mergea garbita cine stie spre unde...&lt;br /&gt;melancolia m-a cuprins instantaneu si-am mers mai rapid s-o depasesc sa pot sa simt si mai bine parfumul.. mi-am imbatat narile de mirosul placut, am inspirat adanc sa-mi ramana intiparit in simturi... si-am mers mai departe... mi-e dor de &lt;em&gt;ea&lt;/em&gt;, e clar... trasarirea la gandul ca putea fi langa mine nu spune altceva...&lt;br /&gt;eram nedespartite, mereu impreuna, un &lt;em&gt;ying si yang&lt;/em&gt; intr-o vreme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eram copii, era frumos, a fost si nu mai este, a fost ca-ntr-o poveste...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alergatura de zi cu zi, bucuriile si necazurile ne-au tinut departe una de ceallata pentru ceva vreme.. ne-am fost alaturi in spirit, sunt convinsa... mi-e dor insa de parfumul ei, parfum caruia i-a imprumutat din personalitatea ei, nu invers... mi-e dor de&lt;em&gt; ea&lt;/em&gt; si e frumos sa stii ca daca viata te tine departe, sufletul n-o face...&lt;br /&gt;nu voi spune decat atat in final... &lt;em&gt;Light blue...&lt;/em&gt; si la o revedere apropiata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-6723887065365797697?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/6723887065365797697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=6723887065365797697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/6723887065365797697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/6723887065365797697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/09/simturi-si-simtiri.html' title='simturi... si simtiri...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-1777952091130214589</id><published>2008-09-01T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:07:22.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>favorite</title><content type='html'>Erase my being&lt;br /&gt;Come wipe me clean&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel like I just stole my first dream&lt;br /&gt;It’s taken over taken over me&lt;br /&gt;Something so sober&lt;br /&gt;Let me drift a while a longer&lt;br /&gt;Longer&lt;br /&gt;Longer&lt;br /&gt;Longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in this bright light&lt;br /&gt;As our worlds collide&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel like, I just took my first flight&lt;br /&gt;Your getting closer&lt;br /&gt;Whispers tell no lies&lt;br /&gt;Something so sober&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay a while longer&lt;br /&gt;Longer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me up&lt;br /&gt;Bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Take me in&lt;br /&gt;Spill me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write me down&lt;br /&gt;Tear me up&lt;br /&gt;Start again&lt;br /&gt;Fill me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAh3osQiyhU"&gt;Start again…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-1777952091130214589?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/1777952091130214589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=1777952091130214589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1777952091130214589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1777952091130214589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/09/favorite.html' title='favorite'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-5899608304129840468</id><published>2008-08-30T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:16:37.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>"calor"</title><content type='html'>simt o placere nebuna sa rad, sa ma joc, sa tachinez... sunt o "little devil" from time to time.. some would say all of the time... dar felul meu de-a fi (care pune probleme unora :)) si incanta pe altii) ma face sa fiu speciala.. sa fie un simplu cuvant destinat sa impresioneze? sa fie spus doar ca sa ma dea pe spate? hmm.. se poate, ca pana la urma oricarei fete ii face placere sa auda ca este speciala... si totusi... vreau sa cred ca eu sunt speciala... pentru el, pentru celalalt, pentru un altul... conteaza prea putin in momentul de fata pentru cine sunt sau nu speciala... eu vad in acest "speciala" ceea ce vreau sa vad si anume acea weirdness pe care mi-o insusesc, pe care o simt si cu care ma simt bine... sunt asa cum vreau sa fiu si daca cei din jur ma considera speciala pentru ceea ce sunt, cu atat mai bine...&lt;br /&gt;acel zambet si acea atingere usoara destinate numai mie si facute doar pentru mine, acel ras zgomotos si acea politete eleganta ma fac sa simt ca vorbele nu sunt spuse in vant...&lt;br /&gt;zambeste... rade... e serios.... ma face sa ma simt bine in compania lui si sa descopar calitati (si defecte) pe care nu le observasem... e fun, e nice, e interesting.... unii ar spune ironic (ca sa ma linisteasca :)), yeah right!): "da, dar there are no butterflies...". true.. there aren't... but there are all sort of other things that made me stop from running away from him... something...some things... he has that "calor" care ma incanta.... acel sentiment placut care ma copleseste cand merg alaturi de el... are acel "je ne sais quoi" care il face la fel de "weird" ca si mine...&lt;br /&gt;si are ceva ce nu multi oameni au... my respect for life, no matter what.. he gained it.. long time ago...and it stays there.... he believed in me when the man standing next to me "for good or worse" didn't... how is that? is as simple as that.. he knew I was better than my own man thought I was... he was not afraid to admit it... and I will remember for the rest of my life, this is one of the memories that remain... stuck in my mind... in my soul...&lt;br /&gt;can butteflies grow from solid memories? from nice old times? from the present?&lt;br /&gt;remains to be seen.... but it takes more than patience and "calor" to make them grow.. that's for sure.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-5899608304129840468?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/5899608304129840468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=5899608304129840468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5899608304129840468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5899608304129840468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/08/calor.html' title='&quot;calor&quot;'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-5356661802805189679</id><published>2008-08-18T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:34:31.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>help me HELP YOU</title><content type='html'>a friend of mine is not going through his best period of time... I felt it long before he said so... but I didn't ask... he stayed in the shadow and I didn't want to invade his privacy...&lt;br /&gt;maybe I  should have...&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't and that's something that cannot be undone...&lt;br /&gt;but a question was asked... an answer was given and my suspicions were confirmed...&lt;br /&gt;but he didn't talk about what was going wrong and that is something I cannot imagine or guess...&lt;br /&gt;he seems as if he is afraid to talk about, ashamed or insecure of how his problems will be perceived...&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't know something... I may not understand him, but I will not judge him and it might be good for him to be listened to.. just listened... no advice given, no opinions... sometimes is good enough to be able to talk with someone... maybe he doesn't want to.. not even that much.. not with me, anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't bother me... I just hope he has someone to talk to, someone who can listen him and give him the understanding he is searching for...&lt;br /&gt;I just feel I know his problems before are spoken, I know his feelings before he shows them... it's an empathy I noticed I have with him one winter evening when all his words seemed a deja-vu, seemed useless as I had already known the stories he was telling, the joys and sorrows he was telling me about...&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are with him and I know it helps somehow...&lt;br /&gt;all he needs is a little help... but he has to ask for it, or allow it...&lt;br /&gt;he has to help me (or anyone else he trusts in) to help him...&lt;br /&gt;that's all... is as simple as that... and I hope he knows it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-5356661802805189679?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/5356661802805189679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=5356661802805189679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5356661802805189679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5356661802805189679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/08/help-me-help-you.html' title='help me HELP YOU'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-3878515662794649672</id><published>2008-08-03T23:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:09:23.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>sentimente...</title><content type='html'>I payed a visit this weekend... long time no seen him... about a year or so.... felt nice!&lt;br /&gt;I found him changed, in the good sense... I felt at ease around him and better than other times.. why? I don't know... might be that I have change great since then... might be that he has changed... Sincerely, I don't care that much who has... It felt nice and that is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;Strange as it may seem, even if it felt nice, I felt alone (in the sense that that certain someone who is always with me, was not there... she was not around.. she let me to see and feel alone what was to be seen and felt). I didn't mind.. just that... I found her in his words and she was in my thoughts and my spoken memories... she was present, but in a  different way...&lt;br /&gt;And even if he isn't the stressing type (as in: when will you get married, why don't you get with someone... etc) it felt weird to see that he would have been more pleased if I wouldn't have come alone... him and his parents too.. I saw that or felt that... or imagined... I don't really know, maybe it was just my impression...&lt;br /&gt;but strangely (again...), I felt the need and desire to be with that certain someone more accute than when at home... it was something like... wanting to share the sunrays, the wind, the smell of the flowers and the music with that special someone... it was like he transmitted a feeling of wanting to share...&lt;br /&gt;I believe he made a compromise, for his good... I cannot help but wonder why am I the only one (from the few of us) who is not afraid of being alone... or is it that this fear comes with age? it might be...&lt;br /&gt;all in all, this visit has done me a lot of good and arouse new feelings inside me... I'm glad I made this decision and went there now... God knows when I'll get the chance to go again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-3878515662794649672?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/3878515662794649672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=3878515662794649672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3878515662794649672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3878515662794649672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/08/sentimente.html' title='sentimente...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-8108440724990698768</id><published>2008-07-30T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:02:02.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>there is always time...</title><content type='html'>there is always time when we want it to be.. all we have to do is take a deep breath and stop the time in our minds... there is time to go out with friends, to finish your chores, to sit back and enjoy your coffee... there is time, all we have to do is find it..&lt;br /&gt;time management sounds like a great course to take, but I don't think it will teach me how to stop time... that's a problem each of us has to find its solving.. if she/he want to...&lt;br /&gt;it's a problem of will, of determination and ambition...&lt;br /&gt;I found my answer the other days when my entire's day work vanished in a single second when the programme I was working in simply stopped working... and my document was never to open again.. it simply cracked... I had an instant headache and then it hit me... I'll have the time to do it tomrrow, or the day after... I did not lose something, but gained patience and experience... and I calmed down... and today I have the time to finish that project... and I'll take the time for a short coffee break... and for a short post on the blog...&lt;br /&gt;today I feel I have the time... all I must do is take the time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-8108440724990698768?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/8108440724990698768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=8108440724990698768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8108440724990698768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8108440724990698768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-is-always-time.html' title='there is always time...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-5603166530238283389</id><published>2008-07-28T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:08:52.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>exista 2 variante</title><content type='html'>exista doua variante: DA sau NU, tu alegi....&lt;br /&gt;da, eu aleg, dar adevarul e intodeauna undeva la mijloc.. si fie ca aleg DA sau NU, ceilalti vor face tot posibilul sa-mi confirme sau infirme alegerea.. foarte putine raspunsuri ne apartin in totalitate... mai ales cand noi suntem cei care intrebam... nu putem si intreba si raspunde...&lt;br /&gt;nu stiu if it makes any sense... for me it does...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we make choices to run from the things that scare us, from things and people which/who open old wounds.. we make choices to protect ouserlves.. the others might not understand fully our decisions.. but once a gate into the past is open I try my best to close it back (to the black past that has taught me a lot, but which I have no wish to relive it)...&lt;br /&gt;my actions might seem senseless, my resposes might hurt, my voice might seem cold... old wounds change me instantly... no one will ever traspass into myself to step on my feelings and thoughts, no one is allowed anymore, therefore, casualties might result in the way...&lt;br /&gt;I forgive but not forget... I live and let live as long as I'm being left alone... I make my own choices and don't want to answer nobody for them.. but somtimes explanations are required in order not to lose people around me, people who know me little, who do not know that they have opened wounds deep inside, that their words have triggered alarms inside me... in this case I offer them gladly... there's no point in hurting people for no reason.. but the fear of having old wounds brought back, makes me keep distance.. and distance makes people lose contact, lose touch of friendship sometimes... there's no such thing as one way... such thing like yes or no, not in this case!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-5603166530238283389?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/5603166530238283389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=5603166530238283389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5603166530238283389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5603166530238283389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/07/exista-2-variante.html' title='exista 2 variante'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-482877761546421466</id><published>2008-07-18T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T14:53:48.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>ingerii dintre blocurile gri</title><content type='html'>si ce daca?&lt;br /&gt;si ce daca ceilalti nu inteleg? chiar nu pricep... trebuie sa inteleaga toata lumea sau ce?  trebuie sa fie toata lumea impacata ca sa-mi fie mie bine? da... poate as fi crezut asta odata.. m-am mai trezit intre timp si mi-am dat seama ca in primul si-n primul rand trebuie sa ma inteleg eu pe mine, sa fiu impacata cu ceea ce simt, cred si fac si pe urma.... mai conteaza? sincer? tot singuri plecam din lumea asta asa ca... cat timp petrecem aici, in lumea asta macar sa ne fie bine... nu, nu ma intelegeti gresit... nu promovez trecutu' peste cadrave ca sa obtin ceea ce vreau, nu, nici decum... e pur si simplu egoismul care s-a nascut in mine si care-mi spune ca cine nu ma intelege acum, va trai sa inteleaga la un moment dat ce am facut, zis sau simtit... va trai, fie ca vrea sau, viata ii va arata ca fiecare are dreptul sa faca ce crede si sa simta cum vrea...&lt;br /&gt;si ce daca? ce daca azi nimeni nu intelege de ce nu simt fluturi? ce daca azi nimeni nu intelege de ce zambesc, chit ca nu simt fluturi? si ce daca? sincer... si ce daca?!!!&lt;br /&gt;eu stiu de ce si mi-e de-ajuns... mi-e indeajuns...&lt;br /&gt;azi am zis un adevar unei dragi si scumpe prietene: sunt satisfacuta, per total... sincer.. chiar sunt.. mi-e bine asa cujm sunt, cine sunt, ce fac, ce simt...  sunt eu de la primul zambet al diminetii pana la ultimul cantec ascultat in seara.. sunt eu, asa cum nu ma intelege sau ma intelege cineva, asa cum ma iubeste sau nu, asa cum ma invidiaza sau apreciaza, asa... asa sunt eu si nu vad de ce ar trebui sa fac ceva ca sa ma schimb... e prea frumos sa zambesti dimineata si sa stii ca indiferent cati nervi sau necazuri ai peste zi, nu te schimbi, chit ca imi sare tandara din "senin" (din senin in ghilimele pentru ca traumele mele sunt adanci si mi le cunosc si reactionez ca atare, pentru unii exagerat, chit ca rad cand ar trebui sa plang, chit ca plang cand ar trebui sa rad... asa sunt eu... de ce m-as schimba? pentru cine? pentru ce? raspunsul e mai mult decat simplu: pentru nimeni si nimic... prefer linistea casei mele, cantecul greierilor cand stau la o tigara afara in curte, pisicul meu jucaus cu unghii si dinti ascutiti, catelul care atunci cand imi aude pasii imi vine in intampinare.. de ce-as renunta? pentru cine? asa zic si eu... pentru nimic si nimeni! e prea frumos... mai frumos ar fi ce-i drept sa pot impartasi toate astea cu un al doilea eu, cu cel care ar face lucrurile astea sa para (nu sa para, sa fie!) si mai frumoase, sa simta alaturi de mine linistea casei mele, cantecul greierilor seara in bratele mele, zambetul meu pentru ca sunt mai mult decat implinita... invidiez omul care va simti aceste lucruri langa mine.. sper sa le pot simti si eu... chiar sper... cineva mi-a spus ca se indoieste (desi isi doreste sa se insele) ca voi gasi acea persoana care... acel cineva... eu stiu ca se inseala, nu sper, stiu!&lt;br /&gt;si cu asta am incheiat romanul de azi!!!&lt;br /&gt;o noapte linistita si plina de vise alaturi de ingeri!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-482877761546421466?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/482877761546421466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=482877761546421466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/482877761546421466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/482877761546421466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/07/ingerii-dintre-blocurile-gri.html' title='ingerii dintre blocurile gri'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-3920342014594222544</id><published>2008-07-15T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:49:50.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>seaside..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SHxepLiMw4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/zXukcZaGJ0M/s1600-h/13+iulie+334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223153729406813058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SHxepLiMw4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/zXukcZaGJ0M/s400/13+iulie+334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tumultul vietii...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-3920342014594222544?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/3920342014594222544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=3920342014594222544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3920342014594222544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3920342014594222544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/07/seaside.html' title='seaside..'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SHxepLiMw4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/zXukcZaGJ0M/s72-c/13+iulie+334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-2785201134600393923</id><published>2008-07-08T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:01:10.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>mandrie...</title><content type='html'>cica sa mai scriem si pe blog ceva...&lt;br /&gt;asa am inceput postu asta, nu ca n-as avea treaba de facut, numai ca azi n-am chef... nush de ce.. mi se intampla rar mie asta... :)&lt;br /&gt;nu-s chiar lipsita de inspiratie pentru acest post dar nush de unde sa-l apuc si unde sa-l las.... sa-l las neterminat... sa nu... dileme si iar dileme :))&lt;br /&gt;ma incanta egoismul meu din ultima vreme... ceea ce are avantaje si dezavantaje (egoismul, nu incantarea)...&lt;br /&gt;ma simt mai stapana pe mine insami si mai independenta decat ma simteam anul trecut cand lucrurile mergeau (zic eu) mult mai bine... poate doar aparent, nu stiu... oricum, 2007 a fost un an de pomina.&lt;br /&gt;ma simt la fel de singura ca si acu 2-3 luni, dar sentimentul nu mai e deloc acut sau nu mai e perceput ca fiind o lipsa a increderii mele in sine. ma simt impowered - daca exista cuvantul - si capabila sa iau decizii cerebrale fara a fi afectata vizibil... sufletul imi e acelasi, dar simte si vede altfel, e mai pregatit sa faca fata unor situatii neprevazute sau sa alerge in ritmul altcuiva... asta imi da siguranta de sine si bucurie mare. sunt incantata ca prima data cand m-am urcat singura la volan si-am condus fara bataie de cap, fara stres in dreapta, fara teama. simt ca am puterea sa decid ce e bine si ce e rau pentru mine si puterea sa accept greselile pe care inevitabil le mai pot face. simt ca pot sa ma intorc asupra unei hotarari luate pentru a evalua din nou lucrurile si ca radicalismul meu caracteristic s-a mai diminuat.&lt;br /&gt;si asta pentru ca am ajuns sa ma iubesc si pe mine insami. sa tin la mine si sa ma pun si pe mine pe primul loc, acolo unde merit sa fiu. o fi infatuare, o fi orgoliu, o fi nesimtire... nush ce, dar imi place cum ma simt si ce am devenit.&lt;br /&gt;i-am zis unei prietene: imbatranim frumos, nu-i asa? asa e. imbatranesc, dar nu degeaba, si ce bucurie mai mare decat sa vezi cu ochii tai ca ai evoluat si inspre bine, nu spre rau, ca pretuiesti viata la valoarea ei, ca stii care-ti sunt valorile si nu ti-e teama ca unele se mai schimba pe parcurs....&lt;br /&gt;va ramane neterminat postul... voi reveni... sunt prea mandra sa-l las asha... :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-2785201134600393923?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/2785201134600393923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=2785201134600393923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/2785201134600393923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/2785201134600393923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/07/mandrie.html' title='mandrie...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-4379459043698918663</id><published>2008-07-06T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:14:56.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer sex'/><title type='text'>femeile sunt...?</title><content type='html'>tot ziceam ca scriu ceva interesant... nu stiu cat de interesant va fi pentru voi, stiu sigur ca mie mi-a macinat un pic nervii si gandurile de cand am auzit niste discutii...&lt;br /&gt;sa va impartasesc...&lt;br /&gt;femeile sunt curve, toate! si barbatii gandesc asa, toti!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;nu, as exagera sa zic ca toti barbatii gandesc asa, dar cei care gandesc, gandesc acest lucru la modul absolut: toate sunt curve!&lt;br /&gt;ma scuzati, dar trebuie sa folosesc exact termenul auzit, ca impactul sa ramana acelasi.&lt;br /&gt;si de ce ma rog sunt curve? pai:&lt;br /&gt;1. uite cum rade aia la glumele lui... de-abia asteapta sa termine de vorbit si sa treaca la lucruri "serioase"... ce-ar fi fetelor sa nu mai radem la glumele lor asa, incantate de cee ce zic ei, ca nu cumva sa ne creada curve? nooottt!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. uite cum sta picior peste picior si cum isi da parul intr-o parte, doar doar o invita la el, o curva domne'... da, hai sa stam baieteste si sa nu ne mai pieptanam o saptamana... tot curve am fi, dar hai, treaca de data asta.... noottt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. uite cum se eschiveaza si zice ca nu vrea sa ramana, dar zambeste curva naibii! mda.... cred c-ar trebui sa dam cu pumnu si sa urlam nervoase ca sa ne fie inteles un refuz, ca altfel, doar facem figuri, curvele naibii! nooottt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. mai are rost sa dezvolt? orice-ai face: zambesti, razi, vorbesti frumos, accepti ceva sau refuzi ceva, in ochii anumitor barbati esti o curva. culmea e ca tot cu o curva ajung sa stea si ei.... si chiar despre iubitele lor cred asta... astfel de barbati &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;make me sick&lt;/span&gt;!!! si mai au si prostia sa vorbeasca deschis cu o femeie si sa zica toate astea: uite curva.. si el vorbeste cu o femeie ale carui gesturi cu siguranta le va discuta cu altcineva ca fiind ale unei curve... si credeti-ma, nu e un alint....&lt;br /&gt;cu astfel de barbati n-are rost sa mai discuti ceva... te limitezi la a zambi neutru, il lasi sa vorbeasca... n-ai sa-l convingi &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;ca greseste, ca nu toate sunt curve, ca uneori un &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nu&lt;/span&gt; e chiar un &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nu,&lt;/span&gt; nu sunt figuri.... ca un zambet poate fi si sincer, ca niste vorbe frumoase nu incearca sa il atraga pe el in pat, etc... au traume pre mari si n-are rost sa le rezolvam noi... sa si le rezolve ei, sau sa li le rezolvele curvele adevarate...&lt;br /&gt;n-are rost, sincer...&lt;br /&gt;asa am procedat si eu... am zambit intr-un colt al gurii... m-am uitat cam scarbita la el, dar era prea preocupat sa-mi explice cat de curva e fata de pe canapea ca sa observe.... si-am inchis conversatia cat am putut de rapid...&lt;br /&gt;dar a trecut mai bine de 1 saptamana si subiectul n-a fost uitat... era prea.. prea... Doamne, inca mai exista astfel de barbati!!! si nu-s putini din pacate.... uitasem... a trebuit doar sa mi se aduca aminte.. uoff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-4379459043698918663?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/4379459043698918663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=4379459043698918663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4379459043698918663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4379459043698918663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/07/femeile-sunt.html' title='femeile sunt...?'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-5336865315478782948</id><published>2008-07-03T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T04:48:48.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer sex'/><title type='text'>jos palaria</title><content type='html'>un alt post ia locul celui incendiar pe care-l am in cap de ceva vreme...&lt;br /&gt;si asta a aparut pentru ca cineva... evident ca cineva... m-a inspirat.&lt;br /&gt;am tras linie si-am evaluat: 50-50. sa ma explic.&lt;br /&gt;primul 50:&lt;br /&gt;atentie, gesturi tandre, zambete, multe zambete, chiar rasete cu pofta din cand in cand - lucruri care-mi lipseau si carora le duceam dorul. atentia - pe care n-am avut-o - am luat-o drept o calitate, desi e normala si indispensabila la inceputul unei relatii, a fost pentru mine o supriza placuta si am exploatat-o la maxim. mi  s-a oferit, am oferit. m-am uimit pe mine insami cat de atenta si tandra am putut fi in anumite momente. singuratatea m-a cam privat de astfel de gesturi si de a acorda altcuiva, inafara de mine, atentie. sunt convinsa ca n-am oferit la fel de multa pe cat mi s-a aratat...  dar n-am ce-i face.. asa invat...&lt;br /&gt;zambete, multe zambete.... am avut si de ce si cu cine. si asta m-a incantat la maxim. sa pot sa rad cu cineva care gusta glumele mele, ale carui glume le pricep si gust si eu. mare lucru si-asta.&lt;br /&gt;am ras si-am ras pana cand n-a mai fost rasul meu...&lt;br /&gt;al doilea 50:&lt;br /&gt;e scurt, dar cantareste 50%... &lt;em&gt;that spark and twinkle, those butterflies I want... not there...call me a perfectionist, but smiling and receiving attention are not enough for me at the moment.. I want to fall deep in love and give my soul away for a while... I miss that and I want that...&lt;/em&gt; si sunt prea incapatanata ca sa nu incerc sa obtin asta...&lt;br /&gt;e tare bine si frumos sa fii in centrul atentiei cuiva, sa ti se spuna &lt;em&gt;Iubita&lt;/em&gt; si sa sa razi pana-n zori de zi fara sa te plictisesti... si pentru asta... jos palaria.. dar vreau mai mult... asta e.. o sa-ncerc pana-mi iese... ce-am de pierdut?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-5336865315478782948?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/5336865315478782948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=5336865315478782948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>eram pornita zilele trecute sa scriu ceva incendiar (n-a trecut timpul),dar uite ca azi am alt motiv sa scriu.&lt;br /&gt;sunt licentiata.&lt;br /&gt;pentru prietenii apropiati,  insemnatatea  acestui lucru nu e necunoscuta, poate nici pentru ei integral... am implinit un vis, al meu... si nu numai... cineva, undeva, candva isi dorea mult de tot sa ajung aici... a plecat insa din viata mea inainte de vreme, inainte sa vada esecul de acum 3 ani... inainte sa vada implinirea simtita azi... dar acolo unde  e stiu ca e alaturi, si-am simtit si azi cand i-am scris numele, pentru ca numele ei scris cu majuscule mi-a deschis in fata contul online si examenul..&lt;br /&gt;ii multumesc si ei, alaturi de divinitatea care  a adoptat-o... e un sentiment de implinire maxima... daca ar fi fost langa mine as fi sarit efectiv in sus de bucurie...&lt;br /&gt;e un prag, pe care azi l-am trecut, peste care am trecut.. urmeaza altele... de-abia le astept!!!&lt;br /&gt;azi e o zi speciala.... ma simt implinita si satisfacuta... no man could have ever done that... ca sa revenim la subiectul cel mai arzator ever...&lt;br /&gt;ce sa mai... hai noroc, si la mai mare!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-4824495255051573896?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/4824495255051573896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=4824495255051573896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4824495255051573896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4824495255051573896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/07/liniste.html' title='liniste'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-8631581044945886289</id><published>2008-06-25T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:24:01.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>maturizare</title><content type='html'>aseara m-am reintalnit cu ea... aveam emotii parca ma duceam la prima intalnire... cand a sunat telefonul discutam cu cineva si n-am apucat sa ma dezmeticesc foarte repede... dar i-am recunoscut vocea... inconfundabila de altfel... ne-am revazut... zambea. larg!&lt;br /&gt;ne-am asezat la masa si ne-am uitat una la alta: &lt;em&gt;nu ne-am schimbat deloc&lt;/em&gt; am zis...&lt;br /&gt;si... am inceput sa reluam firul amintirilor de-acolo de unde se intrerupsese... si am povestit, pe rand cei 5-6 ani de zile de cand nu ne-am mai vazut... am zis eu cate ceva, a zis si ea... si ne minunam una de cealalta: prin cate-a trecut fiecare si ce momente frumoase si unice a trait fiecare...&lt;br /&gt;stateam si-o priveam lung cand i-a sunat telefonul si-a raspuns... zambea si vorbea linistit, se incrunta din cand in cand incercand sa-l inteleaga parca mai bine pe cel de la capatul "firului"...&lt;br /&gt;ma uitam la ea cat de neschimbata si de fapt atat de schimbata era... atat de expresiva prin mimica fetei, atat de pragmatica prin felul de-a fi si gandi, atat de incantata de propria-i viata incat nu pot sa spun decat: fericirea se citeste in fiecare vorba, gest si privire! si ea e fericita, se simte, se vede!&lt;br /&gt;povestea vietii ei, atat de plina de surprize, unele mai putin placute, altele extrem de frumoase, te invata ca inca mai exista neverending love stories, ca inca se mai poate ca doi oameni sa se iubeasca zeci de ani (chiar si in generatia noastra, ca exemple din alte generatii cunosc destule....).&lt;br /&gt;n-am apucat sa-i spun, caci nu stiam ce sa ne spunem mai intai, dar viata a schimbat-o frumos, inspre mai bine!&lt;br /&gt;placerea de a o asculta si de a-i impartasi la randu-mi of-uri si bucurii a fost de partea mea, sper si de-a ei, spre incantarea si "surprinderea" mea! m-asteptam sa revad aceeasi persoana agitata si pusa pe interogatoriu pe care mi-o aminteam... era o bucurie sa vorbesti cu ea si-nainte, aveai ce, stiai din capul locului care ii este pozitia (caci spunea si spune lucrurilor pe nume), dar intotdeauna aveam senzatia ca sunt la interogatoriu... curiozitatea sau dorinta ei de-a sti despre mine era manifestata printr-un set de intrebari pe care eu le luam ca atare, dar al  caror scop nu-l intelegeam de fiecare data (eram si mai mica si mai naiva si mult mai putin trecuta prin viata).&lt;br /&gt;oricum, m-asteptam sa inceapa setul de intrebari (de care imi era dor  - caci asta o definea in capul meu) si nimic.... vorbeam linistite si ne intrebam una pe alta cate ceva... ce ciudat mi se parea... dar din vorba in vorba mi-am dat seama ca interogatoriul exista in continuare... doar ca acum intelegeam scopul fiecarei intrebari, le gaseam o justificare, mi se pareau firesti... ce inseamna sa ai alta perceptie asupra lucrurilor... si ce inseamna sa te maturizezi si sa stii sa intrebi altfel ceva, sa raspunzi altfel... dialogul nostru curgea altfel decat decurgea in urma cu multi ani...&lt;br /&gt;nimic nu ne grabea... &lt;em&gt;we took our time&lt;/em&gt;... si daca noaptea nu s-ar fi lasat peste noi cred ca am mai fi stat si-acum de vorba la terasa... supunandu-ne fiecare unui interogatoriu atat de placut, si-atat de firesc...&lt;br /&gt;franturi din povesti imi pareau cunoscute, erau lucruri pe care le mai auzisem, pe care le mai vorbisem cu ea, si zambeam si-o rugam sa continue... erau doar franturi in capul meu... legaturile trebuiau refacute ca sa &lt;em&gt;have the whole picture&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;am zambit si ne-am ridicat... am plecat impreuna si ne-am despartit cu speranta ca nu vom mai lasa sa treaca iar ani buni pana sa ne revedem...&lt;br /&gt;si-azi dimineata m-am trezit cu zambetul pe fata gandindu-ma din nou la faptul ca persoana care am devenit (in urma unor teste la care viata m-a supus... mai dureroase sau mai putin dureroase) e mai buna, mai frumoasa si mai matura decat ar fi fost daca ar fi dus o viata plina de compromisuri...&lt;br /&gt;si la ea e cam la fel... compromisurile facute au fost menite sa o faca mai inteleapta si cele nefacute au aprins in ea determinarea si puterea de sacrificiu...&lt;br /&gt;ce sa mai draga mea, imbatranim frumos si cu folos, nu-i asa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-8631581044945886289?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/8631581044945886289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=8631581044945886289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8631581044945886289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8631581044945886289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/06/maturizare.html' title='maturizare'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-2161040208278883349</id><published>2008-06-25T04:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T05:11:03.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer sex'/><title type='text'>invat</title><content type='html'>degetele mele aluneca incet pe obrazul lui fin... zambesc... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ii zambesc&lt;/span&gt;... e liniste... simt liniste...&lt;br /&gt;e placut... tacem amandoi... ne privim lung si tacem in continuare... inchidem ochii doar pentru a-i deschide din nou pentru a ne privi...&lt;br /&gt;e liniste... simt liniste...&lt;br /&gt;mainile noastre se ating atat de firesc, de natural... fara gesturi premeditate, fara gesturi fortate... zambim... ne zambim... asa de simplu mi se pare... nu stau prea mult pe ganduri... parca as pierde ceva daca as face-o... lucrurile nu mai trebuie parca stabilite, batute in cuie intai in mintea mea si apoi transpuse in realitate... vin parca de la sine... chiar si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nu&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; vin din context, fara multa bataie de cap... fara mustrari de constiinta sau procese de moralitate tinute mie insami...&lt;br /&gt;sunt eu... e liniste... zambesc...&lt;br /&gt;invat o lectie la care ma asteptam sa ajung in acesta carte a vietii... si-mi place ce invat.  sunt sigura ca nu voi regreta nicio clipa pentru ca, din nou, n-am facut niciun compromis... a fost de la inceput zambetul... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;... linistea... si eu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-2161040208278883349?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/2161040208278883349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=2161040208278883349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/2161040208278883349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/2161040208278883349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/06/invat.html' title='invat'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-1043071402634197807</id><published>2008-06-17T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:22:49.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>joc</title><content type='html'>viata e un joc... uneori il pierzi, uneori il castigi... cel mai tare conteaza insa sa incerci sa joci fiecare joc foarte bine si sa fii &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fairplay&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most of all fairplay&lt;/span&gt;... si-uneori asta te va face sa te simti invingator...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-1043071402634197807?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/1043071402634197807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=1043071402634197807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1043071402634197807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1043071402634197807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/06/joc.html' title='joc'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-1079158550199010339</id><published>2008-06-16T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T04:58:29.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>teama...</title><content type='html'>m-am obisnuit atat de tare sa fiu singura incat, acum, cand a aparut cineva in viata mea, mi se pare ciudat... mi se pare bulversant, de parca intreaga-mi existenta ar fi data peste cap...&lt;br /&gt;si poate asa si e, data peste cap, dar in sensul bun... trebuie sa caut acest sens bun ca sa-mi linistesc ego-ul ca nu-i strica nimeni tabieturile, programul si nu-i ingradeste nimeni libertatea....&lt;br /&gt;mi-e oare teama sa fiu fericita sau teama sa fiu ranita?&lt;br /&gt;tind sa cred ca mi-e teama mai mult de fericire, decat de suferinta - suferinta am simtit, la cote inalte, si stiu c-am avut puterea sa trec peste, deci n-ar fi teama de asta....&lt;br /&gt;fericire, da, am fost si fericita alaturi de cineva dar mi-e teama ca n-am sa pot duce atata fericire si ca nu voi sti sa ma bucur de ea...&lt;br /&gt;orice-ar fi, e teama... cel mai mare dusman al omului, al meu...&lt;br /&gt;incerc sa inteleg ce simt, sa ma asigur ca nu sunt sentimente create doar din nevoia de a nu mai fi singura... incerc sa ma cunosc mai bine... sper sa si reusesc si sa-mi acord sansa la fericire, chit ca n-o voi putea duce.... va fi cineva langa mine care sa ma ajute si cu care sa ma bucur... totul s-ar imparti la 2, n-as mai face totul singura...&lt;br /&gt;eu si cu conceptiile mele cum ca nu exista compromis... vreau totul sau nimic, din prima, vreau sa fiu 100% sigura de mine pentru a face urmatorul pas... mi-e teama de greseli....?!&lt;br /&gt;cred ca mi-e teama pur si simplu pentru ca simt ca sunt iubita, sentiment uitat demult, care mi se pare ireal si imposibil, dar in  care cred si pe care-l simt sincer, care n-ar trebui sa ma sperie ci sa ma incante, care ar trebui sa ma faca sa strig de fericire, nu sa soptesc... ar trebui.... dar ce te faci cu teama?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-1079158550199010339?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/1079158550199010339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=1079158550199010339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1079158550199010339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1079158550199010339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/06/teama.html' title='teama...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-196627248233428491</id><published>2008-06-16T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T05:12:40.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>avem timp...?!</title><content type='html'>Avem timp pentru toate. Sa dormim, sa alergam in dreapta si-n stanga, sa regretam c-am gresit si sa gresim din nou, sa-i judecam pe altii si sa ne absolvim pe noi insine, avem timp sa citim si sa scriem, sa corectam ce-am scris, sa regretam ce-am scris, avem timp sa facem proiecte si sa nu le respectam, avem timp sa ne facem iluzii si sa rascolim prin cenusa lor mai tarziu. Avem timp pentru ambitii si boli, sa invinovatim destinul si amanuntele, avem timp sa privim norii, reclamele sau un accident oarecare, avem timp sa ne-alungam intrebarile, sa amanam raspunsurile, avem timp sa sfaramam un vis si sa-l reinventam, avem timp sa ne facem prieteni, sa-i pierdem, avem timp sa primim lectii si sa le uitam dupa-aceea, avem timp sa primim daruri si sa nu le-ntelegem. Avem timp pentru toate.&lt;br /&gt;Nu e timp doar pentru putina tandrete. Cand sa facem si asta murim.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat unele lucruri in viata pe care vi le impartasesc si voua!! Am invatat ca nu poti face pe cineva sa te iubeasca, Tot ce poti face este sa fii o persoana iubita. Restul ... depinde de ceilalti. Am invatat ca oricat mi-ar pasa mie, Altora s-ar putea sa nu le pase. Am invatat ca dureaza ani sa castigi incredere Si ca doar in cateva secunde poti sa o pierzi.  Am invatat ca nu conteaza CE ai in viata Ci PE CINE ai. Am invatat ca te descurci si ti-e de folos farmecul cca 15 minute, Dupa aceea, insa, ar fi bine sa stii ceva. Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa te compari cu ceea ce pot altii mai bine sa faca, Ci cu ceea ce poti tu sa faci. Am invatat ca nu conteaza ce li se intampla oamenilor, Ci conteaza ceea ce pot eu sa fac pentru a rezolva, Am invatat ca oricum ai taia, Orice lucru are doua fete. Am invatat ca trebuie sa te desparti de cei dragi cucuvinte calde, S-ar putea sa fie ultima oara cand ii vezi. Am invatat ca poti continua inca mult timp dupa ce ai spus ca nu mai poti. Am invatat ca eroi sunt cei care fac ce trebuie, candtrebuie, Indiferent de consecinte. Am invatat ca sunt oameni care te iubesc, Dar nu stiu s-o arate. Am invatat ca atunci cand sunt suparat am DREPTUL sa fiu suparat, Dar nu am dreptul sa fiu si rau. Am invatat ca prietenia adevarata continua sa existe chiar si la distanta, Iar asta este valabil si pentru iubirea adevarata. Am invatat ca, daca cineva nu te iubeste cum ai vrea tu Nu inseamna ca nu te iubeste din tot sufletul. Am invatat ca indiferent cat de bun iti este un prieten Oricum te va rani din cand in cand Iar tu trebuie sa-l ierti pentru asta. Am invatat ca nu este intotdeauna de ajuns sa fi iertat de altii, Cateodata trebuie sa inveti sa te ierti pe tine insuti. Am invatat ca indiferent cat de mult suferi, Lumea nu se va opri in loc pentru durerea ta. Am invatat ca trecutul si circumstantele ti-ar putea influenta personalitatea Dar ca TU esti responsabil pentru ceea ce devii. Am invatat ca, daca doi oameni se cearta, nu inseamnaca nu se iubesc. Si nici faptul ca nu se cearta nu dovedeste ca se iubesc.A m invatat ca uneori trebuie sa pui persoana pe primul loc Si nu faptele sale. Am invatat ca doi oameni pot privi acelasi lucru. Si pot vedea ceva total diferit. Am invatat ca indiferent de consecinte, Cei care sunt cinstiti cu ei insisi ajung mai departe in viata. Am invatat ca viata iti poate fi schimbata in cateva ore De catre oameni care nici nu te cunosc. Am invatat ca si atunci cand crezi ca nu mai ai nimic de dat, Cand te striga un prieten vei gasi puterea de a-lajuta. Am invatat ca scrisul, Ca si vorbitul, Poate linisti durerile sufletesti. Am invatat ca oamenii la care tii cel mai mult Iti sunt luati prea repede. Am invatat ca este prea greu sa-ti dai seama Unde sa tragi linie intre a fi amabil, a nu rani oamenii si a-ti sustine parerile.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat sa iubesc, Ca sa pot sa fiu iubit&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preluat Octavian Paler via Dj TOx scrapbook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-196627248233428491?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/196627248233428491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=196627248233428491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/196627248233428491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/196627248233428491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/06/avem-timp.html' title='avem timp...?!'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-1939110255511219609</id><published>2008-05-27T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:25:57.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>tastes good...</title><content type='html'>pana si mancarea are alt gust cand nu mananc singura... pana si whisky-redbull merge mai bine cand ai o companie placuta si sincera... o zi de tot... "respectu", ca sa nu zic altceva, s-a incheiat intr-un mod mai placut datorita unui prieten drag si bun, care stie sa asculte dar si sa-si verse amarul, care stie sa impartaseasca atat bucurii cat si necazuri, un prieten care s-a gandit si la mine azi, desi putea foarte bine sa-si imparta seara cu altcineva...&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca inca mai exista astfel de oameni viata pare uneori mai putin grea..&lt;br /&gt;daca in drum spre casa eram cu muzica la maxim si gata sa sar de pe pod si sa intru intr-un autobuz, si de-abia mai vedeam drumul cel drept, in cateva minute lucrurile s-au limpezit cand am pasit pe poarta si-am patruns in spatiul meu in care sunt aparata si ocrotita zi de zi... gandurile s-au asezat fiecare in sertarul lui si-am zis STOP, unii ma iubesc asa cum sunt, altii... incearca, dar nu stiu cum sau le e frica...sau... sau... sau.... ar insemna sa imi pese si mai mult daca as mai sta sa caut explicatii..  mai bine iau lucrurile asa cum sunt si pentru a n-a mia oara imi spun ca daca e sa fie vreodata ceva o sa fie, daca nu, NU!&lt;br /&gt;am parasit propriu-mi cuib ca sa imi vizitez fratele si gandurile au ramas incuiate in sertare... am scos doar 2-3, pe rand, ca sa nu se invete pe-afara si sa ma napadeasca iar, si bine-am facut, ca nici bine n-am ajuns acasa ca alte patanii au dat nastere altor ganduri... dar macar mi-am rezolvat o dilema, NOT!&lt;br /&gt;nici ca are rost sa mai incerc sa inteleg ceva din intamplarile astea de zi cu zi cu protagonisti masculini, chiar n-are rost, cu cat incerc mai mult cu atat inteleg mai putin... asa ca am zis iar STOP si am ales sa adorm linistita, fara sa mai invit pe nimeni in visele mele, fara sa mai caut pe nimeni pe perna de langa, fara sa mai urez in gand noapte buna nimanui... pur si simplu am zis STOP si asta zic si acum....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-1939110255511219609?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/1939110255511219609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=1939110255511219609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1939110255511219609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1939110255511219609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/05/tastes-good.html' title='tastes good...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-7455553654147326997</id><published>2008-05-27T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:06:48.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer sex'/><title type='text'>it's just sad...</title><content type='html'>it's sad... when you fight with all you got to make something happen and you hit your head against a brick wall, high enough not to be able to jump over and get into the yard, with a door opened just a little bit, from time to time, to fool you, give you the impression you can get across, when in fact the door will close just in time for you not to be able to enter but to take a glimpse inside and be more an more into it, cause what's inside makes you think it's worth... but maybe it doesn't... maybe it's just a game, for the sake of playing games...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it just seems to me to be worthing.. may be it's just an illusion created by my own mind in order to keep me going, to keep me busy with something, not to loose the spirit of wanting to...&lt;br /&gt;maybe.. or just maybe on the other side of the wall is all dark and swallowed by fear and the little light and the beautiful things are at surface, at the door, to fool people... maybe fear has swallowed it all and the fence keeps me for getting into messy situations... maybe this wall is meant not to be crossed over...&lt;br /&gt;so many maybes... it's sad... and with every day going by it's not  me that I feel sad for, but for the one who guards the door on the wall.. the master of the fortress inside... he'll never know victory unless he lets the wall to be conquered...&lt;br /&gt;but I guess I won't be the one to conquer, not for now at least, 'cause I got tired of playing games with this guardian and I don't want to take the risk of being swallowed by fear myself...&lt;br /&gt;let it be sun on the other side of the wall and me mistaking...&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't be the first, nor the last time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-7455553654147326997?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/7455553654147326997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=7455553654147326997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7455553654147326997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7455553654147326997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-just-sad.html' title='it&apos;s just sad...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-6896556364788070408</id><published>2008-05-26T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:53:39.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>definitii DEX 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;INFOCARE = transformare in foca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;" id="ext-gen3932"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;GHINIOANE = varianta moldoveneasca pentru ardelenescul "Bine, Ioane" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;" id="ext-gen3930"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;IMPRASTIERE = rezultatul procesului prin care betivii se fac prastie&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;" id="ext-gen3915"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;BIZAR=zar dublu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;" id="ext-gen3913"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;MACEL= mac mic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;" id="ext-gen3914"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;MICROSCOP= scop marunt INVIORAT = Prevazut cu vioara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;LESINA = pe unde merge "le tren" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;" id="ext-gen3908"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;MERITORIU = teritoriul ocupat de livada de meri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;" id="ext-gen3907"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;RATEU = pateu din carne de ratza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;" id="ext-gen3906"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;SCARABEU = cetatean ce locuieste la bloc, la scara a doua; din aceeasi familie de cuvinte se cunosc scaraceu si scaradeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;TRACTOR = actor cu mult trac &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;TUTUN = a-a-arma de-de-de a-a-artilerie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;TZURTZUR = Sunetul soneriei, iarna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;BATALION = fratele mai mic al plutonierului Batal Gheorghe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;PRUDENT = pasta de dinti cu extras de prune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONOLOG = olog de un picior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIOLOG = olog de ambele piciore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXOLOG = olog de 6 picioare (de ex. miriapod sexolog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANIPULARE = manevrarea penisului cu ajutorul mainilor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATATAT = fara sani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANAT = fara maini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCHINARE = transport catre China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INVINUIRE = procesul de fermentare a mustului&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-6896556364788070408?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/6896556364788070408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=6896556364788070408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/6896556364788070408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/6896556364788070408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/05/definitii-dex-2008.html' title='definitii DEX 2008'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-7489331708125584315</id><published>2008-05-26T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:56:13.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer sex'/><title type='text'>at least...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SDrrnh2RoaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/joBrL5exVsU/s1600-h/DSC05889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SDrrnh2RoaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/joBrL5exVsU/s400/DSC05889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204731383713472930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands are searching for him, are touching the satin  sheets feeling their every curve, the traces he left behind... the only thing that shows he has been there... physically...&lt;br /&gt;I can still see our hands touching from time to time, like in a game, sometimes taking control... sometimes leaving my hand softly into his grasp... my white like milk skin still feels the powerful touch of his contrasting, yet complementary, ruddy hands...&lt;br /&gt;was it yesterday? was it a month ago? don't care and don't want to remember when exactly was that... it's enough I remember it all, for memories sometimes make you appreciate things you wouldn't normally pay attention to, things you would probably take for granted...&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss those things, I just remember them with a smile on my face... he'll never know what he missed for not letting me love him... for not letting my hands play on his body instead of searching for him in the sheets... for not letting me take control not only over his hand... for not letting me show him who I really am... he won't regret this, for he has nothing to regret... nor will I for I will show the real me to someone who will want to know who the real me is... but somewhere in my heart there will always be the memories we built together, as friends... and that, we share... at least that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-7489331708125584315?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/7489331708125584315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=7489331708125584315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7489331708125584315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7489331708125584315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/05/at-least.html' title='at least...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SDrrnh2RoaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/joBrL5exVsU/s72-c/DSC05889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-5362584716903594236</id><published>2008-05-25T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:10:22.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer sex'/><title type='text'>alone again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SDnF_R2RoYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3B4efit34sM/s1600-h/DSC06002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SDnF_R2RoYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3B4efit34sM/s400/DSC06002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204408535316799874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing, dancing, smoking, dancing, drinking, laughing again...most of my friends were doing the same around me... were having fun!&lt;br /&gt;and dancing and laughing, and dancing again and again till the sun was up on the sky...&lt;br /&gt;a coffee after a few hours sleep, for some a beer, few more laughters and we went into town...&lt;br /&gt;music, long walks, nice weather and then a few minutes at a kids' party... then, home....&lt;br /&gt;the house was empty, only the little kitty cat was waiting for me in one of the chairs... I felt alone... once again, at the end of the day I'm all alone...&lt;br /&gt;loneliness feels more  acute after such nights when my house is full, my friends are with me and  I totally forget that I'm  actually living alone in this big house, that my right side of the bed is empty every morning, that there is no one to say "Good morning!" when I wake up...&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day I'm always alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-5362584716903594236?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/5362584716903594236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=5362584716903594236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5362584716903594236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5362584716903594236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/05/alone-again.html' title='alone again...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SDnF_R2RoYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3B4efit34sM/s72-c/DSC06002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-4525602006979127774</id><published>2008-05-19T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:47:43.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>me, myself and I</title><content type='html'>1.  Ferociously proud and somewhat vain, you like to be&lt;br /&gt;impressive and to be seen as Somebody Special. You are not timid,&lt;br /&gt;meek, or self-effacing, and are rarely content being in the&lt;br /&gt;background or in the subordinate position. You are a natural&lt;br /&gt;leader, and do not take orders from others very well. You must&lt;br /&gt;have something of your own, something creative - be it a&lt;br /&gt;business, a project, a home or whatever - that you can develop&lt;br /&gt;and manage according to your own will and vision. Whatever you&lt;br /&gt;do, you do it in a unique, dramatic, individual way. You like to&lt;br /&gt;put your own personal stamp on it.&lt;br /&gt;2. You are a steadfast and patient soul, capable of tremendous&lt;br /&gt;devotion, dedication, endurance, and constancy. The ability to&lt;br /&gt;follow through and stick with things is one of your greatest&lt;br /&gt;assets. Once your course is set, you pursue it tenaciously until&lt;br /&gt;it is completed, stubbornly resisting any attempts to sway you&lt;br /&gt;from your purpose.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hmm.. n-am zis eu toate astea, desi sunt de acord! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-4525602006979127774?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/4525602006979127774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=4525602006979127774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4525602006979127774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4525602006979127774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-myself-and-i.html' title='me, myself and I'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-9206301563683906835</id><published>2008-05-18T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:43:08.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>vine 19 Mai</title><content type='html'>mai e mai putin de jumatate de ora si intru in a 26-a zi de 19 mai din viata mea. cum zicea si Annie pe blogul ei, mie mi-a placut mult 23... suna bine si parca mi se potrivea si era bine la 23 de ani din multe puncte de vedere... mai bine era la 18 ce-i drept, desi cred ca cel mai si cel mai bine mi-era cand eram in burta mamei...&lt;br /&gt;dar totusi, 23 s-a dus, a fost si nu mai este decat o amintire... era bine, dar parca realitatea zilei de azi, de maine, e altfel la 26 si cand ma uit in urma nu regret mai nimic (cred ca doar un regret am) si nu ma rusinez de prea multe si sunt mandra de mine ca n-am trait degeaba pana acum, si sper sa nu o fac nici de-acum incolo.&lt;br /&gt;se aproprie 00:00... oare cine se bucura mai tare decat mine ca maine e ziua mea? ma simt aiurea (nu aiurea-n tramvai ca sunt in pat), pur si simplu aiurea... parca as vrea sa nu raspund la nici un telefon maine, sa nu ma vad cu nimeni, sa ma bucur doar eu ca e ziua mea...&lt;br /&gt;sunt convinsa c-o sa-mi treaca si maine o sa rad si-o sa ma vad cu o parte din prieteni sa radem si sa ne uram La multi ani, ca pana la urma nu se stie niciodata cate zile de 19 MAI mai prindem impreuna...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-9206301563683906835?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/9206301563683906835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=9206301563683906835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/9206301563683906835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/9206301563683906835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/05/vine-19-mai.html' title='vine 19 Mai'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-4944522754834840859</id><published>2008-05-16T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T02:28:45.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>ultima data... altfel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SC1TFrZJihI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WnFHN8C7RGM/s1600-h/DSC03143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SC1TFrZJihI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WnFHN8C7RGM/s400/DSC03143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200904501695449618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ultima tigara... in fiecare zi ultima... si totusi, nimic nu se intampla pentru ultima data... retraiesc si simt din nou lucruri pe care le-am mai simtit, trait, facut si alta data... in viata asta, intr-o viata anterioara, in eternitatea asta in care ne invartim ca intr-un cerc...&lt;br /&gt;"Azi va fi altfel!"  imi zic... si la final de zi zambesc linistita... a fost altfel, chit ca am facut mii de gesturi, am spus zeci de cuvinte pe care le-am facut/spus si ieri...&lt;br /&gt;si totusi, azi e altfel... azi sunt linistita, azi zambesc parca mai sincer decat ieri, azi m-am hotarat definitiv ce vreau sa fac cu viata mea, hotarari pe care nu le voi lua pentru ultima oara, sunt convinsa, macar 50% sa se materializeze si pe restul le mai pot lua si-ntr-o alta zi, altfel...&lt;br /&gt;un sentiment de implinire trait si retrait de cateva ori (ce bine suna: "sa te simti implinit") m-a invadat azi si-am multumit Celui de Sus ca mi-a dat intelepciunea sa apreciez ca pot zambi, simti, trai, ca azi ma simt implinita, chit ca maine voi putea fi frustrata sau nevoasa sau rautacioasa... maine e o alta zi... o altfel de zi...&lt;br /&gt;frumoasa ziua de azi!&lt;br /&gt;va doresc o zi frumoasa tuturor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-4944522754834840859?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/4944522754834840859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=4944522754834840859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4944522754834840859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4944522754834840859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-ultima-tigara.html' title='ultima data... altfel!'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SC1TFrZJihI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WnFHN8C7RGM/s72-c/DSC03143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-7602861376298953465</id><published>2008-04-30T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:35:20.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Loucura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SBjX6cgw_7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fZYcRnpQu8A/s1600-h/ela.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 532px; height: 76px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SBjX6cgw_7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fZYcRnpQu8A/s400/ela.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195139569257873330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou do fado&lt;br /&gt;Como sei&lt;br /&gt;Vivo um poema cantado&lt;br /&gt;De um fado que eu inventei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A falar&lt;br /&gt;Não posso dar-me&lt;br /&gt;Mas ponho a alma a cantar&lt;br /&gt;E as almas sabem escutar-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorai, chorai&lt;br /&gt;Poetas do meu país&lt;br /&gt;Troncos da mesma raíz&lt;br /&gt;Da vida que nos juntou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se vocês&lt;br /&gt;não estivessem a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Então não havia fado&lt;br /&gt;Nem fadistas como eu sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta voz&lt;br /&gt;tão dolorida&lt;br /&gt;É culpa de todos vós&lt;br /&gt;Poetas da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É loucura,&lt;br /&gt;ouço dizer&lt;br /&gt;Mas bendita esta loucura&lt;br /&gt;de cantar e de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorai, chorai&lt;br /&gt;Poetas do meu país&lt;br /&gt;Troncos da mesma raíz&lt;br /&gt;Da vida que nos juntou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se vocês&lt;br /&gt;não estivessem a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Então não havia fado&lt;br /&gt;Nem fadistas como eu sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariza - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hlRe994oPD8"&gt;ascultati.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-7602861376298953465?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/7602861376298953465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=7602861376298953465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7602861376298953465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7602861376298953465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/04/loucura.html' title='Loucura'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SBjX6cgw_7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fZYcRnpQu8A/s72-c/ela.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-4444092671755110834</id><published>2008-04-30T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:38:31.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Cuidarte el alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SBjYg8gw_8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/1uXa5JeDziI/s1600-h/DSC01760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SBjYg8gw_8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/1uXa5JeDziI/s200/DSC01760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195140230682836930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo si pudiera estar contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Tú dormida entre mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Y mirarte en el silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo pudiera dibujarte&lt;br /&gt;una escena de mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Donde siempre estás presente&lt;br /&gt;Con sólo tenerte aquí&lt;br /&gt;Decirte lo que yó siento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que me gusta tu cara, me gusta tu pelo&lt;br /&gt;Soñar con tu voz&lt;br /&gt;cuando díces que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta abrazarte,&lt;br /&gt;Perderme en tu aroma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder encontrar en tus ojos el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta tu risa, me gusta tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta creer que por mí tú estás loca&lt;br /&gt;Cómo quiero que sientas conmigo la calma&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando llegue la noche, cuidarte el alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como despertar en la distancia&lt;br /&gt;Sin tu piel junto a la mía&lt;br /&gt;Amando tu fotografía&lt;br /&gt;Podemos mandar besos con el viento,&lt;br /&gt;Mirar la luna al mismo tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Contar un día más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con sólo tenerte aquí....&lt;br /&gt;No sabes lo que me faltas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que me gusta tu cara, me gusta tu pelo&lt;br /&gt;Soñar con tu voz&lt;br /&gt;cuando dices te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta abrazarte, perderme en tu aroma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder encontrar en tus ojos el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta tu risa, me gusta tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta creer que por mí, tú estás loca&lt;br /&gt;Como quiero que sientas conmigo la calma&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando llegue la noche, cuidarte el alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pesar de todo&lt;br /&gt;Ysin darnos cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Estaré en tu puerta diciéndote otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que me gusta tu cara, me gusta tu pelo&lt;br /&gt;Soñar con tu voz&lt;br /&gt;cuando dices te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta abrazarte, perderme en tu aroma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder encontrar en tus ojos el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta tu risa, me gusrta tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta creer que por mí tú estás loca&lt;br /&gt;Como quiero que sientas conmigo la calma&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando llegue la noche, cuidarte el alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chayanne - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULT1ouaoIyc"&gt;ascultati.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-4444092671755110834?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/4444092671755110834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=4444092671755110834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4444092671755110834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4444092671755110834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/04/cuidarte-el-alma.html' title='Cuidarte el alma'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SBjYg8gw_8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/1uXa5JeDziI/s72-c/DSC01760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-5860576829051629301</id><published>2008-04-30T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:54:40.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Amiga mia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SBjcgMgw_9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jhwaABtdELA/s1600-h/DSC09341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SBjcgMgw_9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jhwaABtdELA/s400/DSC09341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195144615844446162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiga mía, lo sé, solo vives por el,&lt;br /&gt;que lo sabe también, pero el no te ve&lt;br /&gt;como yo, suplicarle a mi boca que diga&lt;br /&gt;que me ha confesado entre copas,&lt;br /&gt;que es con tu piel con quien sueña de noche&lt;br /&gt;y que enloquece con cada botón que&lt;br /&gt;te desabrochas pensando en sus manos.&lt;br /&gt;el no te ha visto temblar, esperando&lt;br /&gt;una palabra, algún gesto un abrazo.&lt;br /&gt;el no te ve como yo suspirando,&lt;br /&gt;con los ojitos abiertos de par en par,&lt;br /&gt;escucharme nombrarle.&lt;br /&gt;¡Ay amiga mía! Lo se y el también.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiga mía, no se que decir,&lt;br /&gt;ni que hacer para verte feliz.&lt;br /&gt;ojalá pudiera mandar en el alma o en la libertad,&lt;br /&gt;que es lo que a el le hace falta;&lt;br /&gt;llenarte los bolsillos de guerras ganadas,&lt;br /&gt;de sueños e ilusiones renovadas.&lt;br /&gt;yo quiero regalarte una poesía;&lt;br /&gt;tu piensas que estoy dando las noticias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiga mía, ojalá algún día escuchando mi canción,&lt;br /&gt;de pronto, entiendas que lo que nunca quise&lt;br /&gt;fue contar tu historia&lt;br /&gt;porque pudiera resultar conmovedora.&lt;br /&gt;pero, perdona, amiga mía,&lt;br /&gt;no es inteligencia, ni es sabiduría;&lt;br /&gt;esta es mi manera de decir las cosas.&lt;br /&gt;no es que sea mi trabajo, es que es mi idioma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiga mía, princesa de un cuento infinito.&lt;br /&gt;amiga mía, tan solo pretendo que cuentes conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;amiga mía, a ver si uno de estos días,&lt;br /&gt;por fin aprendo a hablar&lt;br /&gt;sin tener que dar tantos rodeos,&lt;br /&gt;que toda esta historia me importa&lt;br /&gt;porque eres mi amiga .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiga mía, lo se, solo vives por el,&lt;br /&gt;que lo sabe también, pero el no te ve&lt;br /&gt;como yo, suplicarle a mi boca que diga&lt;br /&gt;que me ha confesado entre copas,&lt;br /&gt;que es con tu piel con quien sueña de noche...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiga mía, no se que decir,&lt;br /&gt;ni que hacer para verte feliz.&lt;br /&gt;ojalá pudiera mandar en el alma o en la libertad,&lt;br /&gt;que es lo que a el le hace falta;&lt;br /&gt;llenarte los bolsillos de guerras ganadas,&lt;br /&gt;de sueños e ilusiones renovadas.&lt;br /&gt;yo quiero regalarte una poesía;&lt;br /&gt;tu piensas que estoy dando las noticias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiga mía, princesa de un cuento infinito.&lt;br /&gt;amiga mía, tan solo pretendo que cuentes conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;amiga mía, a ver si uno de estos días,&lt;br /&gt;por fin aprendo a hablar&lt;br /&gt;sin tener que dar tantos rodeos,&lt;br /&gt;que toda esta historia me importa&lt;br /&gt;porque eres mi amiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro Sanz - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2B_bS0-yIJk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;ascultati.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-5860576829051629301?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/5860576829051629301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=5860576829051629301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5860576829051629301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5860576829051629301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/04/amiga-mia.html' title='Amiga mia'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SBjcgMgw_9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jhwaABtdELA/s72-c/DSC09341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-1243637839249739437</id><published>2008-04-30T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:17:59.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>pentru mine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SBipasgw_5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ik_YdPPaLFU/s1600-h/pics+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SBipasgw_5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ik_YdPPaLFU/s320/pics+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195088446262149010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dupa-amiaza numai a mea... leneveala crunta... ceai racoritor... reviste online... ciocolata neagra... muzica preferata... zambete numai de mine stiute... no phone ringing... no worries... no stress... just a big smile and a peaceful soul... long time not taken time for myself and today I knew what to do with it... nu m-am mai plictisit, nu m-am mai simtit pleostita...&lt;br /&gt;singuratatea isi are momentele ei de glorie, azi a fost unul dintre ele si s-a meritat.&lt;br /&gt;si maine, iar la drum, c-asa-mi sta bine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-1243637839249739437?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/1243637839249739437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=1243637839249739437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1243637839249739437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1243637839249739437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/04/pentru-mine.html' title='pentru mine...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SBipasgw_5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ik_YdPPaLFU/s72-c/pics+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-5790552734175578096</id><published>2008-04-30T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:19:26.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer sex'/><title type='text'>Si daca dragoste nu e, nimic nu e...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SBiVZMgw_4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/eOasMrr5S0M/s1600-h/DSC04357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SBiVZMgw_4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/eOasMrr5S0M/s200/DSC04357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195066430259789698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As spune altfel, totusi: si daca dragoste nu e, ramane prietenia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a fost dat sa traiesc, si nu doar o data, de ambele parti ale baricadei urmatoarea situatie: el ma placea - eu nu, eu il placeam - el nu, dar am ramas prieteni.&lt;br /&gt;Sa luam pe rand cele doua situatii si trecandu-le prin filtrul experientei mele, sa vedem ce se alege in general... cand dragoste nu e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Situatia 1:&lt;/span&gt; fata il place pe el la nebunie, rad, se distreaza, se simt bine impreuna, ea ii spune ce simte, el ii spune ca nu impartaseste decat sentimentul unei prietenii frumoase. Ea intelege, raman doar prieteni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In situatia de fata avem de-a face cu un refuz masculin. Fata o ia ca atare si se comporta ca o prietena (un pic mai preocupata de noul amic decat de alti noi amici, dar in limitele bunului simt si fara scopuri ascunse). Se vad, se distreaza, rad.&lt;br /&gt;Ea a inteles, el n-a inteles ca ea a inteles. Prietenia  se duce pe apa sambetei incet, incet pentru ca el nu vrea sa dea semnale gresite si se fereste sa  incurajeze o astfel de prietenie.&lt;br /&gt;Ea se ambitioneaza sa demonstreze ca  poate exista si doar prietenie si insista.&lt;br /&gt;Acum vin si intreb.... retoric asa... Insistenta ei - relativa si restrictionata la iesiri in gasca - va fi inteleasa gresit - drept avansuri - sau va fi inteleasa asa cum este?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Situatia 2&lt;/span&gt;: el o place pe fata, rad, se distreaza, el ii spune si arata ce simte, ea ii spune ca nu se poate decat sa fie prieteni. El intelege, raman doar prieteni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In situatia de fata avem de-a face cu un refuz feminin. Mai delicata in refuzuri, dar totusi transanta, fata incearca sa se comporte normal cu noul amic. Noul amic incearca la randu-i sa ia ca atare noua prietenie, dar orice gest frumos al fetei il face sa creada ca refuzul a fost doar un moft sau o strategie, o chestie feminina. Drept urmare, azi asa, maine asa, insista sa vada daca fata nu cumva se razgandeste. Si prietenia se duce pe apa sambetei, pentru ca fata nu vrea sa dea semnale gresite.&lt;br /&gt;Vin din nou si intreb, tot retoric: insistenta lui - si in acest caz destul de relativa si subtila - va fi interpretata de fata drept ceea ce este, sau o va pune pe seama glumelor masculine si o va ignora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tot retoric raspund ambelor intrebari: fiecare o sa faca ce il taie capul si sigur nu va face ce se asteapta celalalt (ca sa respectam si legile lui Murphy). Diferenta este ca un refuz masculin va parea intotdeauna mai definitv decat unul feminin si femeia va incerca mereu sa demonstreze ca nu e afectata de refuz, pe cand barbatul nu va lua in serios refuzul si va incerca sa-si atinga scopul (fie el nobil sau nu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum o dai insa, astfel de prietenii, incepute astfel, nu rezista, decat printr-un miracol, numit maturitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indemn femeile sa fie mai barbate in astfel de situatii si barbatii mai putin macho-isti....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;But then again, who am I to say what one is to do in such circumstances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orice legatura cu realitatea e in procent minim, generalizarea (desi nu e cea mai buna metoda de abordare a unui subiect) e intr-un procent generos in acest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;, si asta pentru ca situatiile difera de la caz la caz (au fost luate in considerare doar elementele comune situatiilor traite, astfel incat sa pot construi un caz... detectiv ma fac!).&lt;br /&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/87211599027777177-5790552734175578096?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/5790552734175578096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=5790552734175578096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5790552734175578096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5790552734175578096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/04/si-daca-dragoste-nu-e-nimic-nu-e.html' title='Si daca dragoste nu e, nimic nu e...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/SBiVZMgw_4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/eOasMrr5S0M/s72-c/DSC04357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-6039426760431524778</id><published>2008-04-30T08:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:27:21.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>Truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="c1"&gt;SPUNE:&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p class="c2"&gt;"Esti o tipa super, dar vreau sa o luam mai incet."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3 class="c1"&gt;GINDESTE:&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p class="c2"&gt;"Vreau sa fiu sigur ca nu-mi dai batai de cap."&lt;/p&gt;Sursa: &lt;a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.ro/hot-guys/"&gt;Cosmopolitan.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu as spune ca in ziua de azi e valabil si invers. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-6039426760431524778?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/6039426760431524778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=6039426760431524778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/6039426760431524778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/6039426760431524778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/04/truths.html' title='Truths'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-3039556879880464661</id><published>2008-04-14T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:25:02.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>zodiac sau lauda de sine...</title><content type='html'>"Taurul - o zodie senzuala si seducatoare. Taurii nu se grabesc atunci cand vine vorba de dragoste. Acestuia ii place sa vaneze, sa isi urmareasca prada si, intr-un final, sa fie sigur ca persoana careia ii ofera inima sa merita acest dar. Iubeste rar, dar atunci cand se intampla, o face cu toata daruirea din lume. Daca esti Taur si ai cunoscut iubirea, esti cu adevarat norocoasa. Daca iubesti un taur iti va fi greu sa ii cuceresti inima, insa merita tot efortul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taur (Iubirea se hraneste din simturi) -Femeile nascute sub semnul acestei zodii sunt fataliste, hotarate si incapatanate, chiar inflexibile in deciziile lor uneori. Secretul unei femei careia ii place sa traiasca viata in plinatatea ei se gaseste in savurarea dragostei. Ii place sa traiasca fiecare moment de dragoste la cote maxime. Ii plac momentele in care uita de sine. Adora sa se lase prada simturilor si adora ca acestea sa cunosca incantarea in cel mai inalt grad. Tanjeste dupa o dragoste naturala lipsita de orice artificiu, prejudecati sau fals. Un alt secret al zodiei consta in faptul ca femeilor Taur le place sa guste dragostea in cele mai mici amanunte. Le plac momentele in doi, adora momentele de intimitate si le place sa-si exploreze simturile la maxim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca simturile iubesc, atunci iubeste si sufletul... "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-3039556879880464661?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/3039556879880464661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=3039556879880464661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3039556879880464661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3039556879880464661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/04/zodiac-sau-lauda-de-sine.html' title='zodiac sau lauda de sine...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-1239561595861435339</id><published>2008-04-09T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T07:15:11.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>zambesc</title><content type='html'>"ma bucur ca esti asa cum esti si esti asa cum imi place sa fii" mi-a spus azi cineva si m-a facut sa zambesc.&lt;br /&gt;e cel mai frumos lucru auzit (si spus mie) in ultimul an!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;multumesc&lt;/span&gt; si eu la randul meu c-am fost tinta unui asemenea gand frumos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-1239561595861435339?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/1239561595861435339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=1239561595861435339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1239561595861435339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1239561595861435339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/04/zambesc.html' title='zambesc'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-2813835730877204927</id><published>2008-04-04T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T01:10:56.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>freedom to love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R_XiPhik2SI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-JUsnOP9lGw/s1600-h/biertan-sighisoara+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R_XiPhik2SI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-JUsnOP9lGw/s400/biertan-sighisoara+288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185299302316300578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as strange as last night was I still find this morning &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt;... tired body, tired eyes, tired thinking... just a little smile on my face not to show my inner feelings... but something unexpected ocurred... something I was hoping for but didn't think it will actually happen...&lt;br /&gt;a  glimpse around me and my smile was no longer fake... I smiled with all my being and I expected to feel a bunch of butterflies in my stomach, but they were not there... I found that strange, but in the same time felt damn' good to be me again... a big smile and a warm look, that was all I could offer... I moved on, once again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-2813835730877204927?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/2813835730877204927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=2813835730877204927' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/2813835730877204927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/2813835730877204927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/04/freedom-to-love.html' title='freedom to love'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R_XiPhik2SI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-JUsnOP9lGw/s72-c/biertan-sighisoara+288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-143505403986426085</id><published>2008-03-27T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:14:08.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>time to say goodbye</title><content type='html'>I was thinking today how good it felt these days to wake up in the morning and not walk in my sleep towards the bathroom... not to die for that black morning coffee when I got to the office...&lt;br /&gt;finally, I got enough sleep! felt good, I felt my mind more awake then usual, felt every step taken on the stairs, felt better...&lt;br /&gt;it was time to say goodbye and with my head, now clear, I was finally able to do it. say goodbye to what, to whom, you may ask. fair enough.... only that I hold the  answer and the answer is not to be told... not for now anyway... I need to find out first if I really said goodbye for good or is just another illusion like many others lately...&lt;br /&gt;I hold the answer for myself for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-143505403986426085?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/143505403986426085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=143505403986426085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/143505403986426085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/143505403986426085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='time to say goodbye'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-8002356521218004760</id><published>2008-03-25T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T01:24:18.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>am visat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R-lNbRik2RI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Eg9E3EjWVlQ/s1600-h/DSC04246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R-lNbRik2RI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Eg9E3EjWVlQ/s400/DSC04246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181757977226696978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am  visat intr-o noapte ca sunt o printesa... inchisa intr-un turn inalt... singura...&lt;br /&gt;prieteni imi erau vantul care ma vizita din cand in cand, doua vrabiute jucause care mi-au adus intr-o zi o ramurica inflorita, o furnica batrana si un soricel zgomotos... nu eram singura...&lt;br /&gt;am visat intr-o noapte ca sunt o printesa... inchisa intr-un turn inalt....  si vantul batea mai tare ca alte dati... imi flutura esarfa arsa de soare si ridica praful in jurul turnului... nu mai vedeam nimic in jurul meu... orizontul imi era intunecat... nici macar bucuria de-a vedea in jurul meu n-o mai aveam... si-atunci am descoperit cea mai mare bucurie: m-am uitat la mine, la sufletul meu...&lt;br /&gt;si-am zambit: nici singuratatea, nici izolarea, nici rautatea celor care ma inchisesera, nimic nu imi uratise sufletul... am inchis ochii si-am zambit... m-am trezit... singura, intr-o casa mare si goala... vantul batea puternic afara... am zambit din nou... nu visasem... asta era realitatea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-8002356521218004760?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/8002356521218004760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=8002356521218004760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8002356521218004760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8002356521218004760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/03/am-visat.html' title='am visat...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R-lNbRik2RI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Eg9E3EjWVlQ/s72-c/DSC04246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-6544183813698942103</id><published>2008-03-12T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:42:19.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>and if....</title><content type='html'>and if I were to be in love.... to be loved back.... with same intensity... same passion... same words... same kisses... same caresses.... would I be able to recognize it? would I like it?&lt;br /&gt;and if I were to love you, more than I ever did, even if I know this ain't ever going to last or become a true love story, would you be able to notice me?&lt;br /&gt;and if you were to notice me.... would I appreciate it or take it as a given?&lt;br /&gt;and if we were to be in love.... would we love each other or others?&lt;br /&gt;and if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if" is for dreaming and for now I stopped dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;therefore there is no "if" anymore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-6544183813698942103?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/6544183813698942103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=6544183813698942103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/6544183813698942103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/6544183813698942103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-if.html' title='and if....'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-3514788826781861475</id><published>2008-03-09T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T10:21:53.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>citat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R9QclwpgI6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/feNN4ASBOtA/s1600-h/DSC03678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R9QclwpgI6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/feNN4ASBOtA/s400/DSC03678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175793306795254690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi, cand ma simt asa trista si goala si fericita si plina de ganduri, nu vreau decat sa citez pe cineva caruia din pacate trebuie sa-i dau dreptate... mai departe va las pe voi sa interpretati aceste vorbe... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"Nu-i asa ca trecem unii pe langa altii?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-3514788826781861475?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/3514788826781861475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=3514788826781861475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3514788826781861475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3514788826781861475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/03/citat.html' title='citat'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R9QclwpgI6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/feNN4ASBOtA/s72-c/DSC03678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-3594151842414937967</id><published>2008-02-25T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:43:32.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>orasul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R8LRM1Hwe9I/AAAAAAAAADw/4Ld7sL91iXM/s1600-h/run+away+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R8LRM1Hwe9I/AAAAAAAAADw/4Ld7sL91iXM/s400/run+away+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170925340523002834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ma plimb pe strazile orasului... cladire in dreapta, cladire in stanga...orizontul imi este limitat... vreau sa vad mai mult.... urc un pic mai sus si-mi schimb perspectiva... orasul mi se dezvaluie altfel in fata ochilor odata ajunsa mai sus.... strazile par niste linii desenate cu atentie de un copil care abia a invatat sa deseneze si trage cu mare bagare de seama linie dupa linie, incercand sa le faca cat mai drepte... pe ici pe colo mai ocoleste cate o casuta desenata anterior... iata ca i-a reusit si a a desenat un oras... strazi inguste sau largi, scurte sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;u lungi... s-a plimbat pe toate cu imaginatia lui si-acum e randul meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;De sus totul pare altfel... daca pe strada fiind totul imi parea liber si aerisit in jur, desi orizontul imi era limitat, odata ajunsa deasupra orasului, casele imi par inghesuite, strazile inguste, oam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;enii de-abia se vad... schimbarea de perspectiva ma pune pe ganduri... as putea sa traiesc intr-un oras si sa nu-i stiu granitele, dar ajunsa deasupra lui as putea vedea mai clar ca strada mea e in centru, ca prietenele mele stau in capa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;tul celalalt al orasului dupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; care incepe orasul vecin... delimitarile mi-ar fi mai clare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R8LRBFHwe8I/AAAAAAAAADo/m3TcKJ9Zjhk/s1600-h/grecia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R8LRBFHwe8I/AAAAAAAAADo/m3TcKJ9Zjhk/s400/grecia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170925138659539906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Plec mai departe... as vrea sa ajung si mai de sus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Privesc orasul si nu-mi pot lua ochii de la el.... casele frumos colorate ma incanta... cata culoare, cate nuante, cate forme, cate modele.... parcelele de pamant din afara orasului sunt desenate cu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;mai mare atentie, colorate frumos, fiecare in nuante diferite ca sa-si afirme individualitatea si sa te indemne la un joc de sah... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;As urca mai sus.. dar unde? Din turn lucrurile se schimba... orasul se de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;fasoara in fata mea cu parcurile sale verzi, cu podurile peste ape, cu zgarie-norii sai care nu-mi permit sa vad dincolo de ei... strazile imi par si mai mici, dar orasul pare desenat mai cu grija... imaginea de ansamblu e mai clara... casele sunt asezate cu grija la locul lor, fiecare spunandu-si povestea.... cate una rasare stinghera si parca striga sa te uiti la ea si s-o compatimesti ca locul ei nu-i acolo... fiecare cu povestea ei, fiecare cu dorintele lui... vreau sa vad orasul de si mai sus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R8LRhFHwe-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kl8vg6eGVlU/s1600-h/DSC05790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R8LRhFHwe-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kl8vg6eGVlU/s400/DSC05790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170925688415353826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Mai sus de-atat se poate? Se poate! Din avion orasul devine mic, foarte mic, dar desenul e mai interesant.... orasul e incadrat intr-un peisaj mai amplu... privirea iti zboara si peste orasele vecine.. deja visez sa plec mai departe, nu mai mai multumeste doar panorama aceasta... as vrea sa vad orasul inconjurat de celelalte orase... de paduri... de lacuri... din satelit insa lucrurile isi pierd din personalitate si pentru mine n-ar fi decat niste desene interesante si-atat.... orasul insa se lasa cunoscut din aproape-n aproape.... asa ca revin in strada si privesc mai cu nesat in jurul meu... orasul e frumos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R8LSAVHwe_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/JEDyXHHZUQM/s1600-h/franta2005+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R8LSAVHwe_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/JEDyXHHZUQM/s400/franta2005+183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170926225286265842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/87211599027777177-3594151842414937967?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/3594151842414937967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=3594151842414937967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3594151842414937967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3594151842414937967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/02/orasul.html' title='orasul'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R8LRM1Hwe9I/AAAAAAAAADw/4Ld7sL91iXM/s72-c/run+away+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-1516868164372872690</id><published>2008-02-25T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:35:06.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>bucuria de-a trai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R8WjYlHwfAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Sow3COR0ynw/s1600-h/DSC02668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R8WjYlHwfAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Sow3COR0ynw/s400/DSC02668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171719389781720066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liniste si pace... calm si soare... cer senin si vant puternic... raze de soare, zambete, chicoteli...&lt;br /&gt;un alb desavarsit doar pe creste... in rest, orasul se vede nins pe alocuri, fumul nu mai iese pe cosuri... e cald si bine...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R8W6GlHwfBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5RRS76tJT2U/s1600-h/DSC02674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R8W6GlHwfBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5RRS76tJT2U/s400/DSC02674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171744369311513618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iarba uscata incepe sa coloreze pe ici pe colo muntii... nu mai e totul alb si in curand verdele va da viata din nou acestor creste....&lt;br /&gt;e liniste si frumos... calm si pace... cer senin si vantul a inceput sa se domoleasca... raze de soare pline de zambete si chicoteli... in rest, o cazatura usoara din cand in cand... o lectie scurta de dat cu placa... un "nu pot" plin de tafna... un "zbor" din varful partiei... o bataie scurta cu bulgari...&lt;br /&gt;stau si privesc toate astea si ma bucur de fiecare in parte... vantul imi ciufuleste parul... ma simt ca un copil mic caruia nu-i pasa de nimic si se bucura doar de ce este in jurul sau...&lt;br /&gt;e liniste si soare... zambesc!&lt;br /&gt;e linistea de care aveam nevoie si pe care o cautam. si cine / ce mai bine decat muntele putea sa-mi ofere aceste clipe de liniste si puterea de a vedea inauntrul meu?&lt;br /&gt;parca si razele de soare se bucura odata cu mine de ceea ce gasesc in sufletul meu. e o bucurie surda care nu se cere strigata. e acolo si creste pe zi ce trece alimentata de ceea ce-i transmit ochii mei, gandurile mele, sunetele din jurul meu... e o bucurie numai a mea care s-a stabilit bine si n-are sa mai plece decat atunci cand voi pleca si eu. e bucuria mea de-a trai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-1516868164372872690?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/1516868164372872690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=1516868164372872690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1516868164372872690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1516868164372872690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/02/bucuria-de-trai.html' title='bucuria de-a trai'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/R8WjYlHwfAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Sow3COR0ynw/s72-c/DSC02668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-7230072400880419949</id><published>2008-02-04T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T12:02:34.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>u plavu zoru</title><content type='html'>U PLAVU ZORU                 IN THE BLUE DAWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiha noc                     Silent night&lt;br /&gt;Sjene su u bijegu            The shadows are on the run&lt;br /&gt;Ja cujem zvuk                I hear a sound&lt;br /&gt;Sta blize zove me            That's calling me nearer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U plavu zoru                 In the blue dawn&lt;br /&gt;Sa svjetlom tu               With the light here&lt;br /&gt;Na moja vrata                On my door&lt;br /&gt;Ti stizes                    You arrive&lt;br /&gt;Naci ces                     You will find&lt;br /&gt;Praznu postelju moju         My empty bed&lt;br /&gt;Dok vlak nosi                While a train carries&lt;br /&gt;Me daleko                    Me far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink Martini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-7230072400880419949?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/7230072400880419949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=7230072400880419949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7230072400880419949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/7230072400880419949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/02/u-plavu-zoru.html' title='u plavu zoru'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-3980940104085757220</id><published>2008-02-04T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T11:08:14.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>pierduta..</title><content type='html'>nu ma mai regasesc.... ma caut de ceva vreme si nu dau nici in ruptul capului de cea pe care o iubesc enorm... gasesc numai umbra ei care-mi e draga ce-i drept, dar nu e Ea... off....&lt;br /&gt;ceva ma tine pe loc si nu-mi dau seama ce.... ceva imi impiedica mintea sa decida alba ori neagra, sufletul sa hotarasca daca se risca sau nu, trupul daca se lasa purtat de pofte sau si le infraneaza...&lt;br /&gt;sunt undeva la mijloc cu toate astea si eu nu sunt asa !!! eu sunt persoana radicala pentru care rareori exista gri: exista alb sau negru, atat. Nu strica sa mai vad si nuante din cand in cand.... dar ma simt scufundata intr-un butoi adanc, fara o aparenta cale de scapare.... si totusi ceva m-ar salva.... dar eu nu fac nimic in directia aia... sa fiu satula de viata? sa fiu sictirita de oameni? sa fiu satula de singuratate? sa fie lipsa unei iubiri sincere in  viata mea? sa fie....? nu vad nimic ce m-ar face sa nu intind mana si sa apuc sansa de a iesi din butoi.... si totusi n-o fac....&lt;br /&gt;ce astept?&lt;br /&gt;nimic nu se intampla fara motiv, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that I know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ceva trebuie sa se intample.. e o noua lectie pe care mi-o da viata.... trebuie sa nu chiulesc si sa nu fiu nevoita sa duc scutiri false... si-ar fi bine si daca as baga la cap si mi-as aduce lectia aminte si-alta data....&lt;br /&gt;tot sunt in sesiune.... poate se leaga ceva....&lt;br /&gt;ce bine-ar fi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-3980940104085757220?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/3980940104085757220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=3980940104085757220' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3980940104085757220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3980940104085757220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/02/pierduta.html' title='pierduta..'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-5231527111450077601</id><published>2008-01-28T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:27:15.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>yamore</title><content type='html'>Je t’aime mi amoré menebęff fie&lt;br /&gt;Ene le arabylyla to much&lt;br /&gt;Namafiye, namafiye guni yerela ba namafiye Niere a ná nifon&lt;br /&gt;Ye namo kofue nerum silę don kile le, ina kola ahaha&lt;br /&gt;Rile enela munuku mo sô&lt;br /&gt;Nienama kofiye, soro falę é mo sonho mana osi koté&lt;br /&gt;Nanana nekona, dę I lęlę fon&lt;br /&gt;Je t’aime mi amoré menebęff fie Nę comf fop ach ari&lt;br /&gt;Ene le arabylyla to much Xurin né bi feu J t’aim&lt;br /&gt;Un tem fé, si un tem fę&lt;br /&gt;No também viver sem medo e confians&lt;br /&gt;Num era mais bisonho&lt;br /&gt;Olhar de nos criança ta a tornar brilhar de inocença&lt;br /&gt;E na mente CE esvitayada&lt;br /&gt;Temporal talvez ta mainar&lt;br /&gt;Na brandura y calmaria&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor ta vins cansando&lt;br /&gt;De ser luta e resitencia&lt;br /&gt;Pa sobreviver nas tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Na brandura y calmaria&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor ta vins cansando&lt;br /&gt;De ser luta e resitencia&lt;br /&gt;Pa sobreviver nas tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Je t’aime mi amoré menebęff fie Boi nhat zefiu, ermăos&lt;br /&gt;Ene le arabylyla to much Boi etud nhiafieu, la paz&lt;br /&gt;Xeritava pá, beru kuyę mobiliko yoi nhĘ&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha rilę ene La munuku mo sô&lt;br /&gt;In deburu ieu kordaine&lt;br /&gt;Sank é noite a namo a cantor&lt;br /&gt;Ę enela mulnuku mo sol&lt;br /&gt;Yo sakenem mo sol&lt;br /&gt;Un tem fé, si un tem fę&lt;br /&gt;No também viver sem medo e confians&lt;br /&gt;Num era mais bisonho&lt;br /&gt;Olhar de nos criança ta a tornar brilhar de inocença&lt;br /&gt;E na mente CE esvitayada&lt;br /&gt;Temporal talvez ta maïnar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.versuri.ro/artist/ehgf_salif+keita.html"&gt;Salif Keita&lt;/a&gt; feat Cesaria Evora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-5231527111450077601?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/5231527111450077601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=5231527111450077601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5231527111450077601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5231527111450077601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/01/yamore_28.html' title='yamore'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-8879957277368288348</id><published>2008-01-28T02:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T03:19:04.165-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>getting used to...</title><content type='html'>Se pare ca m-am grabit si ca Viena va trebui sa mai astepte putin pana o revizitez...&lt;br /&gt;Am uitat ca sunt in sesiune si mai trebuie sa ma prezint si pe la examene.. Weekend-ul asta m-am scos si-am ajuns la timp la examen, venind direct de la munte... doar ca aveam examen dupa-amiaza... Next weekends se pare ca am in mijlocul zilei de duminica sau sambata... Uff... Ce program de toata frumusetea... E bine ca nu dureaza decat o luna, ca altfel.... :)&lt;br /&gt;Oricum... cum bine mi-au mai spus prietenii (si se pare ca in ultimul timp ascult si mai si bag la cap sfaturile unora dintre ei), m-as putea reculege foarte bine si pe meleaguri mioritice si sa aleg sa impart bucuria de a revedea Viena cu ei... Nu m-ar lasa sufletul sa ma bucur singura de frumusetea acestui oras.,.. Dar, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time will decide.. Like it always has...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stateam si respiram aer curat pe balcon, la munte... priveam cerul si vedeam doar cateva stele.. restul erau ascunse sub nori... luna ma privea la randul ei... si mi-am dat seama... singuratatea face bine in cantitati limitate... pana la urma stiam ca ce-i mult strica... dar refuzam sa vad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weird as I find myself (and not only myself) I realized that I couldn't be no other way.. I wouldn't be the one everybody knows, likes, hates, desires, envies... so forth and so on... And I love myself for who I am, just that.. from time to time is good to look in the mirror (this time the sky was my mirror and the moon the light bulb)  and  look into yourself...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got used to living alone... but I don't like it that much anymore... I feel the need of being surrounded by people, people I like, I enjoy being with and who keep my spirit up. And still... if I got sick of living alone, how come I feel the need of going away for a few days just me and myself? I couldn't find the answer as it was way too obvious: I'm weird... I once loved living alone and didn't care much of how many people were around me and felt my territory invaded when my routine at home was disrupted by visits... and now, when I care who's around me and how often are around me, when I don't like living alone no more... I wanna go away and find myself alone... Yeah, I'm saying same things with other words... probably to be sure that's what I mean :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My soul longs for quietness from time to time, but I give it none 'cause I'm afraid it will get used to it, enjoy it too much.... and I would be lost forever if it would grow to love living alone in quiet places... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know what's best for it, and that's definitely not loneliness... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It's tricky getting used to things.. it's hard getting used to things you're not used to... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;The weird me got used to living her life... and I think it would be a torment getting used to a slower pace... unless that pace is learned with somebody... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a pace that would fit both our souls...&lt;/span&gt; that would drive both our souls to fulfillment... yeah, I could accept that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I got used to writing on this blog and I miss posting when I don't have the time to... ideas go through my head daily.. and i could write about a thousand things... but at least I get the chance to write in peace when I do... and that compensates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-8879957277368288348?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/8879957277368288348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=8879957277368288348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>tudo esto fado</title><content type='html'>nu degeaba am umplut lista de postari cu cantece in portugheza, poate invat si eu sa scriu in limba asta minunata...&lt;br /&gt;v-am zis ca intr-o viata anterioara sigur am trait acolo, am cantat&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; fado&lt;/span&gt; si-am bucurat pe altii cu muzica mea? sunt sigura de asta! si-acum&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's all coming back to me... d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:-1;" &gt;éjà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-vu&lt;/span&gt;-uri starnite de cantece frumoase, de imagini din Portugalia, de sunete de instrumente... e clar, pentru mine cel putin, ca sufletului meu i-a placut acolo...&lt;br /&gt;si-ascult zi de zi fado si zi de zi ma indragostesc mai mult de el, de ritmuri, de tonalitati, de voci.. am inceput sa le recunosc dupa timbrul vocal pe unele fado-iste, pe altele doar dupa melodii ce-i drept...&lt;br /&gt;"astept" sa descopar zi dupa zi noi cantece, noi solisti, noi ritmuri...&lt;br /&gt;si "astept" ziua cand voi merge si le voi asculta la ei acolo, sub soarele arzator, pe malul Atlanticului, din spatele unor ochelari de soare negri, cu un pareo alb care sa danseze la atingerea vantului... si cred ca va veni momentul cat de curand... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daca Mariza cu "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que Deus me perdoe&lt;/span&gt;" mi-a intrat la suflet si m-a facut s-o invat intr-o clipita, Argentina Santos cu a ei "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lagrima&lt;/span&gt;" mi-a sfasiat sufletul de durere si m-a facut sa plang.... am plans tot ce mai era pe suflet de plans... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and felt damn' good&lt;/span&gt;, numai ca am plans si lucruri pe care nu le stiam acolo... am plans lucruri de-ale mele, sufletele pierdute, zambete uitate, dureri trecute si viitoare, dureri false si dureri fabricate.... si ma durea sufletul atat de tare... chiar fizic...&lt;br /&gt;m-am transformat in urma acelor lacrimi... am devenit mai buna, mai sensibila, mai atenta.... cineva chiar mi-a spus ca nu-s in apele mele saptamana asta... :)  si eu am simtit... numai ca eu ma simt apatica si lipsa de energie si ceilalti ma percep foarte agitata si dinamica... cum o veni asta?&lt;br /&gt;oricum, e timpul pentru putina introspectie.... departe de casa.. singura... sa vedem cine ma lasa sa plec singura? :) in liniste, sa-mi pun gandurile in ordine, sa-mi peticesc sufletul, sa-mi astern bucuriile si supararile pe hartie... bucuriile sa nu le uit, supararile sa se stearga....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viena suna bine... as putea sa ma reculeg cateva zile pe-acolo! :)&lt;br /&gt;hmm... ce fac weekendul viitor? ar fi cazul sa ma decid si sa nu mai aman... fericirea amanata e fericire pierduta... singura in viena... that would be a first! that is a must! that is going to be! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-6199909268765242169</id><published>2008-01-18T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T01:37:15.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>El beso del final</title><content type='html'>Hay, en mi corazon, una inquietud&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te veo tan distante&lt;br /&gt;Hay, algo que me aleja de tu amor&lt;br /&gt;De repente tu cambiaste&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, insegura estoy&lt;br /&gt;El estar sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Se que me hara sufrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoche yo senti, que me besaste diferente&lt;br /&gt;Y me quede, sin saber que hacer&lt;br /&gt;Yo te conozco y se&lt;br /&gt;Que algo no anda bien, ven dime la verdad&lt;br /&gt;No quiero imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Que fue el beso del final, ooh, ahh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, se por que ha cambiado tu actitud&lt;br /&gt;Ojala que todo sea un error&lt;br /&gt;No quiero comprobar que te perdi&lt;br /&gt;Ni que nuestro amor se acabe&lt;br /&gt;Oigo una voz, que se hunde en mi&lt;br /&gt;Que me vuelve a repetir&lt;br /&gt;Lo que no quiero oir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoche yo senti que me besaste diferente&lt;br /&gt;Y me quede sin saber que hacer&lt;br /&gt;Yo te conozco y se&lt;br /&gt;Que algo no anda bien, ven dime la verdad&lt;br /&gt;No quiero imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Que fue el beso del final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, insegura estoy&lt;br /&gt;El estar sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Se que me hara sufrir&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoche yo sente que me besaste diferente&lt;br /&gt;Y me quede(me quede) sin saber que hacer&lt;br /&gt;(Sin saber que hacer)&lt;br /&gt;Yo te conozco y se (y te conozco)&lt;br /&gt;Que algo no anda bien (algo no, anda bien), ven dime la verdad&lt;br /&gt;No quiero imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoche yo sentm, que me besaste diferente&lt;br /&gt;Y me quede sin saber qui hacer (ooh ohh)&lt;br /&gt;Yo te conozco y se(se conozco bien)&lt;br /&gt;Que algo no anda bien, ven dime la verdad&lt;br /&gt;No quiero imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Que fue el beso&lt;br /&gt;Que fue el beso del final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que fue el beso del final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristina Aguilera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-6199909268765242169?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/6199909268765242169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=6199909268765242169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/6199909268765242169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/6199909268765242169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/01/el-beso-del-final.html' title='El beso del final'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-1865022359896822657</id><published>2008-01-18T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T01:35:30.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Besame mucho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Besame&lt;br /&gt;Besame mucho&lt;br /&gt;Como si fuera esta noche la ultima vez&lt;br /&gt;Besame&lt;br /&gt;Besame mucho&lt;br /&gt;Que tengo miedo pederte, perderte otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Quiero tenerte muy cerca&lt;br /&gt;mirarme en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;verte junto a mi&lt;br /&gt;Piensa que tal vez manana yo ya estare lejos muy lejos de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Besame&lt;br /&gt;Besame mucho&lt;br /&gt;Como si fuera esta noche la ultima vez&lt;br /&gt;Besame&lt;br /&gt;Besame mucho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cesaria Evora&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/87211599027777177-1865022359896822657?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/1865022359896822657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=1865022359896822657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1865022359896822657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/1865022359896822657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/01/besame-mucho.html' title='Besame mucho'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-6304935513949650594</id><published>2008-01-18T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T01:29:06.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Há Algo Maior</title><content type='html'>De olhos vendados&lt;br /&gt;No limite da escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Era o caminho errado&lt;br /&gt;Tomou conta do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;O tempo se afastou de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero viver assim&lt;br /&gt;Sem razão, sem poder buscar&lt;br /&gt;Há algo maior&lt;br /&gt;Há algo maior (JESUS)&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sentir&lt;br /&gt;Presciso aprender a amar&lt;br /&gt;Vem Senhor tocar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Com o Seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Não há escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Pois há algo maior&lt;br /&gt;Que transforma e renova o coração...Há algo maior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-6304935513949650594?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/6304935513949650594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=6304935513949650594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/6304935513949650594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/6304935513949650594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/01/h-algo-maior.html' title='Há Algo Maior'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-4629562464546484407</id><published>2008-01-18T00:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:44:59.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Yamore</title><content type='html'>Je t’aime mi amoré menebęff fie&lt;br /&gt;Ene le arabylyla to much&lt;br /&gt;Namafiye, namafiye guni yerela ba namafiye Niere a ná nifon&lt;br /&gt;Ye namo kofue nerum silę don kile le, ina kola ahaha&lt;br /&gt;Rile enela munuku mo sô&lt;br /&gt;Nienama kofiye, soro falę é mo sonho mana osi koté&lt;br /&gt;Nanana nekona, dę I lęlę fon&lt;br /&gt;Je t’aime mi amoré menebęff fie Nę comf fop ach ari&lt;br /&gt;Ene le arabylyla to much Xurin né bi feu J t’aim&lt;br /&gt;Un tem fé, si un tem fę&lt;br /&gt;No também viver sem medo e confians&lt;br /&gt;Num era mais bisonho&lt;br /&gt;Olhar de nos criança ta a tornar brilhar de inocença&lt;br /&gt;E na mente CE esvitayada&lt;br /&gt;Temporal talvez ta mainar&lt;br /&gt;Na brandura y calmaria&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor ta vins cansando&lt;br /&gt;De ser luta e resitencia&lt;br /&gt;Pa sobreviver nas tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Na brandura y calmaria&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor ta vins cansando&lt;br /&gt;De ser luta e resitencia&lt;br /&gt;Pa sobreviver nas tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Je t’aime mi amoré menebęff fie Boi nhat zefiu, ermăos&lt;br /&gt;Ene le arabylyla to much Boi etud nhiafieu, la paz&lt;br /&gt;Xeritava pá, beru kuyę mobiliko yoi nhĘ&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha rilę ene La munuku mo sô&lt;br /&gt;In deburu ieu kordaine&lt;br /&gt;Sank é noite a namo a cantor&lt;br /&gt;Ę enela mulnuku mo sol&lt;br /&gt;Yo sakenem mo sol&lt;br /&gt;Un tem fé, si un tem fę&lt;br /&gt;No também viver sem medo e confians&lt;br /&gt;Num era mais bisonho&lt;br /&gt;Olhar de nos criança ta a tornar brilhar de inocença&lt;br /&gt;E na mente CE esvitayada&lt;br /&gt;Temporal talvez ta maïnar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salif Keita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; feat Cesaria Evora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-4629562464546484407?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/4629562464546484407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=4629562464546484407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4629562464546484407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/4629562464546484407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/01/yamore.html' title='Yamore'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-2412846047603535014</id><published>2008-01-18T00:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:42:54.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>cea mai frumoasa zi</title><content type='html'>Un fel de-a mai lungi,cea mai frumoasa zi&lt;br /&gt;Ar fi dac-am mai putea minti.&lt;br /&gt;Am da ceasul inapoi,ai fierbe doua oua moi&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ai spune ca-n casa,suntem doar noi&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tacerea te-ar ajuta,sa scapi de-ntrebarea mea&lt;br /&gt;Din toate-ntrebarile,cea mai grea&lt;br /&gt;Cand seara s-ar face gri,nu te-ai mai putea stapani&lt;br /&gt;Din baie la telefon,ai vorbi.&lt;br /&gt;Cu glasul intunecat,cu aerul imbufnat&lt;br /&gt;Orice numai sa ma vezi,plecat.&lt;br /&gt;Si-atunci te-ntrebi mai stii,cea mai frumoasa zi?&lt;br /&gt;A fost la-nceput cand nu ma puteai mintï.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandru Andries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-2412846047603535014?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/2412846047603535014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=2412846047603535014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/2412846047603535014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/2412846047603535014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/01/cea-mai-frumoasa-zi.html' title='cea mai frumoasa zi'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-36633086367543944</id><published>2008-01-18T00:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:41:42.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>my name</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Why don't you ask me&lt;br /&gt;How long I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;Set down on the road&lt;br /&gt;With the gunshots exploding&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;In the gloom and the blazing&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing like a slave I know&lt;br /&gt;I should know better&lt;br /&gt;I've learned all my lessons&lt;br /&gt;Right down to the letter&lt;br /&gt;And still I go on like this&lt;br /&gt;Year after year&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for miracles&lt;br /&gt;And shaking with fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you answer&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come save me&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to use&lt;br /&gt;All these things&lt;br /&gt;That you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Turn me inside out&lt;br /&gt;So my bones can save me&lt;br /&gt;Turn me inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've come this close&lt;br /&gt;You can come even closer&lt;br /&gt;The gunshots get louder&lt;br /&gt;And the world spins faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things just get further&lt;br /&gt;And further apart&lt;br /&gt;The head from the hands&lt;br /&gt;And the hands from the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that's true&lt;br /&gt;Is the way that I love him&lt;br /&gt;The earth down below&lt;br /&gt;And the sky up above him&lt;br /&gt;And still I go on like this&lt;br /&gt;Day after day&lt;br /&gt;Still I go on like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've said this&lt;br /&gt;I already feel stronger&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Any longer&lt;br /&gt;I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Not someday&lt;br /&gt;When I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Come down on the road&lt;br /&gt;Come down on the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name, my nam&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is the same&lt;br /&gt;I won't go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Lhasa de Sela&lt;br /&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/87211599027777177-36633086367543944?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/36633086367543944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=36633086367543944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/36633086367543944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/36633086367543944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-name.html' title='my name'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-9193954692041276682</id><published>2008-01-18T00:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:39:56.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>por haberte conocido</title><content type='html'>Contigo fue que un atardecer de terciopelo y miel&lt;br /&gt;Contigo yo puse nombre al amor&lt;br /&gt;Contigo yo aguarde sin temor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CORO)&lt;br /&gt;Por haberte conocido he sabido que es mejor ser a tener  que por más que haya perdido o haya que perder no cambio lo vivido no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quien me entregara su aliento&lt;br /&gt;Quien a mi vuelo traerá su viento a este cielo&lt;br /&gt;Quien dará a mi cuerpo abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Quien hará sitio para mi olvido&lt;br /&gt;Si tú te vas… si tú no estas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo y miel de aguas y de sed se forjo nuestro edén de apego y fe de flor de enero es del manantial que amor, yo ame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CORO)&lt;br /&gt;Por haberte conocido he sabido que entregarse no es perder que a pesar de lo vivido siento que valió la pena estar contigo amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quien me entregara su aliento&lt;br /&gt;Quien a mi vuelo traerá su viento a este cielo&lt;br /&gt;Quien dará a mi cuerpo abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Quien hará sitio para mi olvido si tu te vas si tu no estas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mucho que haya perdido o haya que perder no cambio lo vivido no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quien me entregara su aliento&lt;br /&gt;Quien a mi vuelo traerá su viento a este cielo&lt;br /&gt;Quien dará a mi cuerpo abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Quien hará sitio para mi olvido si tu te vas  si tu no estas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica Molina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-9193954692041276682?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/9193954692041276682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=9193954692041276682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/9193954692041276682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/9193954692041276682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/01/por-haberte-conocido.html' title='por haberte conocido'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-9130728557071734851</id><published>2008-01-18T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:39:02.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>preluari interesante... (V)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“Liber este doar cel care iubeşte libertatea pentru el şi e bucuros s-o extindă şi asupra altora.” - Rabindranath Tagore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-9130728557071734851?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/9130728557071734851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=9130728557071734851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/9130728557071734851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/9130728557071734851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/01/preluari-interesante-v.html' title='preluari interesante... (V)'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-3782437667799988714</id><published>2008-01-18T00:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:38:12.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>preluari interesante... (IV)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;„Dacă iubirea ta este atât de mare pentru a conţine şi renunţarea, numai atunci se poate numi iubire. Dacă renunţarea este destul de mare ca să conţină şi iubirea, abia atunci este cu adevărat renunţare. Şi cea mai mare creştere posibilă este atunci când un om le manifestă pe amândouă.” - Osho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-3782437667799988714?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/3782437667799988714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=3782437667799988714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3782437667799988714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3782437667799988714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/01/preluari-interesante-iv.html' title='preluari interesante... (IV)'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-5419929952326576950</id><published>2008-01-14T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:30:46.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>preluari interesante...  (III)</title><content type='html'>Lectii de viata...&lt;br /&gt;I. Cere ceea ce vrei - dar nu emite pretentii.&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand ceri ai mai multe sanse sa obtii ceea ce vrei decat atunci cand nu ceri. A fi simplu, direct si a nu face presiuni atunci cand ceri ceea ce vrei, este o deprindere pe care va trebui s-o dezvolti daca vrei sa duci o viata mai fericita. Sa ceri ceea ce vrei, fara sa pretinzi,  inseamna sa incetezi de a mai face aluzii la ceea ce vrei. Inseamna sa nu te mai exprimi atat de complicat incat oamenii sa fie obligati sa ghiceasca ceea ce vrei. Inseamna sa nu mai afisezi o proasta dispozitie, sperand ca cineva o sa te intrebe ce s-a intamplat. Inseamna sa renunti la a te minimaliza, hotarand dinainte ca oamenii nu vor sa-ti dea, sau ca nu meriti sa capeti ceea ce vrei. Inseamna sa inveti sa ceri iarasi ceea ce vrei, astazi - chiar daca ieri ai cerut fara nici un rezultat. Fiecare zi este o noua zi, nu mai lasa amintirile trecutului sa mohorasca si sa innoureze minunata zi pe care tu o poti fauri azi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II.Accepta - pentru moment - orice se intampla.&lt;br /&gt;"Accepta pentru moment orice se intampla" poate insemna ca va trebui sa accepti "inacceptabilul". Va trebui sa ierti ceea ce este "de neiertat", sa iubesti ceea ce e "de neiubit". Arta fericirii presupune sa inveti sa fii alaturi de personajele pe care le-ai adus in viata ta, sa muncesti si sa-ti joci rolul alaturi de ele. "Accepta pentru moment orice se intampla" poate insemna ca vei inceta sa-ti mai provoci atata teama, atata suparare si revolta, atatea griji si atata nefericire. Vei dori ca ceva sa se schimbe - dar nu vei mai pretinde acel lucru cu atata impatimire. Vei fi surprins cat de des se vor schimba lucrurile si ti se va da ceea ce vrei fara ca tu sa le fi manipulat sau fortat. Nu ai decat momentul de acum. Ziua de ieri aduna doar praf in filele creierului tau. Iar ziua de maine nu este decat un gand. Cand vine "maine", ea va fi mereu "acum".De aceea, momentul de acum este etern. Nu renunta la fericirea momentului de acum gandindu-te ca totul va fi mai bine maine. Fericirea amanata poate fi fericire pierduta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. Emite tot mai multa iubire - chiar daca nu obtii ceea ce vrei.&lt;br /&gt;Iubire nu inseamna fapte pline de amabilitate, sau cadouri infasurate in panglici cu funde - desi s-ar putea ca ea sa te indemne la toate acestea. Iubirea nu inseamna sa darami zidurile care impiedica sentimentele tale sa ajunga la alta persoana.Iubirea este sentimentul de a fi impreuna si a-ti deschide inima. Iubirea este un sentiment de apropiere, de caldura, de non-separare, de intelegere, de a fi impreuna, de a fi unul. Cand intelegi totul asa cum trebuie... iubesti pe cineva deoarece el sau ea exista. Acesta este singurul motiv. Nu iubesti oamenii pentru ca au nevoie de iubirea ta. Nu iubesti oamenii pentru ca doresti ca ei sa te iubeasca la randul lor. Pur si simplu ii iubesti pentru simplul motiv ca exista!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87211599027777177-5419929952326576950?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/5419929952326576950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=5419929952326576950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5419929952326576950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/5419929952326576950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/01/preluari-interesante-iii.html' title='preluari interesante...  (III)'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-8192837715260235153</id><published>2008-01-11T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T10:14:33.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>que Deus me perdoe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se a minha alma fechada&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse mostrar,&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu sofro calada&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse contar,&lt;br /&gt;Toda a gente veria&lt;br /&gt;Quanto sou desgraçada&lt;br /&gt;Quanto finjo alegria&lt;br /&gt;Quanto choro a cantar...&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus me perdoe&lt;br /&gt;Se é crime ou pecado&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sou assim&lt;br /&gt;E fugindo ao fado,&lt;br /&gt;Fugia de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Cantando dou brado&lt;br /&gt;E nada me dói&lt;br /&gt;Se é pois um pecado&lt;br /&gt;Ter amor ao fado&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus me perdoe.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto canto não penso&lt;br /&gt;No que a vida é de má,&lt;br /&gt;Nem sequer me pertenço,&lt;br /&gt;Nem o mal se me dá.&lt;br /&gt;Chego a querer a verdade&lt;br /&gt;E a sonhar - sonho imenso -&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo é felicidade&lt;br /&gt;E tristeza não há.&lt;br /&gt;(singer: Mariza)&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/87211599027777177-8192837715260235153?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/8192837715260235153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=8192837715260235153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8192837715260235153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8192837715260235153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/01/que-deus-me-perdoe.html' title='que Deus me perdoe...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-458568397396149308</id><published>2008-01-11T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T10:16:31.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>aspettami...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aspettami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I've been lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Adrift at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; In your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Dream my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Someday I'll find my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And come back to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Do you miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; My darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; As I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And pull me near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And never let me go again my dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; There was a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I was safe in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And the stars fell away like diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Then we were young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And our love was younger still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Was it just an illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aspettami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Every sky in my heart will be blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; On the day I come back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Every sky in my heart will be blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; On the day I come back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;(Pink Martini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&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/87211599027777177-458568397396149308?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/458568397396149308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=458568397396149308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/458568397396149308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/458568397396149308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/01/aspettami.html' title='aspettami...'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-8422830796543202909</id><published>2008-01-11T03:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T03:36:55.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>preluari intersante... (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Cum ne privim pe noi insine la diferite varste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetita de 3 ani : Se priveste si se vede regina ...&lt;br /&gt;Fetita de 8 ani : Se  priveste si se vede Cenusareasa.&lt;br /&gt;Adolescenta de 15 ani : Se priveste si vede Sora cea Urata (Mama, nu pot merge la scoala aratand in halul asta !)&lt;br /&gt;Tanara de 20 de ani : Se priveste si se vede "prea grasa/ prea slaba, prea inalta/ prea scunda, prea cu parul lins / prea creata"- dar decide sa iasa oricum.&lt;br /&gt;Femeia de 30 de ani: : Se priveste si vede "prea grasa / prea slaba, prea inalta / prea scunda, prea cu parul lins / prea creata"- dar decide ca nu are timp sa se aranjeze, asa ca iese oricum.&lt;br /&gt;La 40 de ani: Se priveste, se vede "curata" si iese oricum.&lt;br /&gt;La 50 de ani : Se priveste si vede "Sunt eu !" si merge oriunde isi doreste.&lt;br /&gt;La 60 de ani: Se priveste si isi reaminteste de toti oamenii care nu se mai pot privi in oglinda, apoi iese si cucereste lumea.&lt;br /&gt;La 70 de ani : Se priveste si vede intelepciune, rasete si abilitate, iese si se bucura de viata.&lt;br /&gt;La 80 de ani : Nu mai pierde vremea sa se priveasca. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isi pune palaria violet si iese sa se bucure de lume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poate ar trebui, toate, sa ne insfacam mai devreme palaria violet !!!&lt;/span&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/87211599027777177-8422830796543202909?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/8422830796543202909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=8422830796543202909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8422830796543202909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/8422830796543202909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/01/preluari-intersante-ii.html' title='preluari intersante... (II)'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87211599027777177.post-3099201029251922434</id><published>2008-01-11T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T03:36:35.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new posts on my blog'/><title type='text'>preluari interesante....(I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Bucura-te de viata, femeie frumoasa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca mi-as putea trai din nou viata,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-as culca sa ma odihnesc atunci cand ma simt rau, in loc sa pretind ca pamantul se va opri daca eu nu voi fi la serviciu pentru o zi...&lt;br /&gt;As arde lumanarea roz sculptata ca un trandafir, in loc sa o las sa se topeasca in camara...&lt;br /&gt;As vorbi mai putin si as ascultat mai mult...&lt;br /&gt;As  invita prieteni la masa chiar daca e o pata pe covor si canapeaua trebuie curatata.&lt;br /&gt;As  manca pop-corn in camera "buna" si nu mi-as mai  face  atatea griji din cauza prafului cand cineva vrea sa aprinda focul in semineu.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as face timp sa-l ascult pe bunicul povestind din tineretile lui.&lt;br /&gt;N-as insista niciodata sa mergem cu  geamurile masinii inchise intr-o zi frumoasa de vara, doar pentru ca parul meu a fost proaspat coafat si fixat.&lt;br /&gt;As sta intinsa pe pajiste cu capul pe iarba.&lt;br /&gt;As plange si as rade mai putin privind televizorul si mai mult privind viata.&lt;br /&gt;Dar, cel mai mult, daca as avea o a doua sansa la viata, as pretui fiecare moment, l-as privi cu adevarat...l-as trai...&lt;br /&gt;Nu m-as mai agita atat de mult pentru lucruri meschine si marunte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu va faceti griji din cauza celor care nu va simpatizeaza sau, de fapt, n-ar trebui sa va intereseze cine ce face...&lt;br /&gt;In schimb, ar trebui sa pretuim prietenii pe care ii avem si oamenii care ne iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne gandim la lucrurile cu care Dumnezeu ne-a binecuvantat si inzestrat... si la ceea ce facem in fiecare zi pentru a ne imbunatati mintea, trupul, sufletul, emotiile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/87211599027777177-3099201029251922434?l=82ela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/feeds/3099201029251922434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=87211599027777177&amp;postID=3099201029251922434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3099201029251922434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/87211599027777177/posts/default/3099201029251922434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://82ela.blogspot.com/2008/01/preluari-interesantei.html' title='preluari interesante....(I)'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597787695923404082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzYQBY59T6Q/S3T5f9mEAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2WvR0yiCav8/S220/IMG_2153.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
