<?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-2619905995472264575</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:18:17.658-08:00</updated><category term='dragostea'/><category term='adevar'/><category term='Brian'/><category term='Tony'/><category term='sufera'/><title type='text'>Fumez Sentimente</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-3108991856293213411</id><published>2009-11-06T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:51:20.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politica-Remus Cernea-Partidul Verde:X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SvR-J48BYGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-GPGGEwDKlg/s1600-h/03-lant-uman-9-mai-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SvR-J48BYGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-GPGGEwDKlg/s320/03-lant-uman-9-mai-2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401080561492123746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SvR-JlUvqsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/f3M-ZJ8nfqY/s1600-h/art_165323_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SvR-JlUvqsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/f3M-ZJ8nfqY/s320/art_165323_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401080556227111618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SvR-JhauENI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qSjx_MzCwo4/s1600-h/Poster-Remus-Cernea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SvR-JhauENI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qSjx_MzCwo4/s320/Poster-Remus-Cernea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401080555178430674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SvR-JRt5dwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tkin6HJ7zRs/s1600-h/site_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SvR-JRt5dwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tkin6HJ7zRs/s320/site_logo.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401080550963902210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANA ACUM PUTIN TIMP NU MA INTERESA POLITICA...DAR AM AJUNS LA CONCLUZIA CA AR TREBUII SA NE INTERESEZE PE TOTI,TOTI FACEM PARTE DIN ROMANIA..;;)&lt;br /&gt;ASA CA: Ghinion pt ceilalti candidati, reprezentanti ai vechii clase politice imature si responsabile pentru actuala criza economica, sociala, ecologica si politica!&lt;br /&gt;1. A vota pentru Remus inseamna a vota impotriva actualei clase politice. Nu a facut parte din PCR, FSN si nu are un trecut politic.&lt;br /&gt;2. A vota pentru Remus insemna a da o sansa tinerilor sa traiasca in tara pe care ei si-o doresc!&lt;br /&gt;3. Remus este cel mai tanar candidat, are doar 35 de ani, pasionat de muzica rock. Vrea o sansa pentru tinerii ca el. Crede intr-o altfel de Romanie in care tinerii sa nu fie obligati sa emigreze pentru a le fi recunoscute calitatile si meritele.&lt;br /&gt;4. Este preocupat de mediu si de amenintarile incalzirii globale.&lt;br /&gt;5. E candidatul prezidential al Partidului Verde, singurul partid ecologist din Romania afiliat la Verzii Europeni. In cadrul partidului detine functia de presedinte executiv.&lt;br /&gt;6. Luptator anit-sistem, venit dinspre societatea civila, a luptat cu clasa politica pentru drepturile cetatenilor Romaniei, drepturile religioase si pentru mediu.&lt;br /&gt;7. A fost in proces cu statul roman si a castigat. In procesul cu statul a salvat Parcul Carol din Bucuresti.&lt;br /&gt;8. Propune ecologia politica: eliminarea infantilismului clasei politice, a coruptiei si nepotismului si promovarea unor tineri politicieni.&lt;br /&gt;9. Doreste reforma administrativa a statului, eficientizarea institutiilor si punerea lor in slujba oamenilor obisnuiti, a tinerilor si pensionarilor.&lt;br /&gt;10. A editat primele carti online romanesti. A pus nume mari ale culturii romanesti, precum Nichita, Creanga, sau Brancusi, pe DVD-uri.&lt;br /&gt;11. Scolit, pregatit in filosofie politica, dar impotriva actualului sistem educational care cultiva nepotismul, refuza sa isi ia licenta la Facultatea de Filosofie.&lt;br /&gt;12.Singurul candidat egal cu tine. Nu te ia de sus, nu-ti vorbeste la costum, nu vrea sa para altceva decat este, nu joaca teatru ieftin, nu este demagog.&lt;br /&gt;13. Nu conteaza cat de lung ai parul, Important e cum traiesti si cum gandesti!&lt;br /&gt;Alege Remus Cernea pentru o Romania curata moral si politc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-3108991856293213411?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/3108991856293213411/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=3108991856293213411' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3108991856293213411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3108991856293213411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2009/11/politica-remus-cernea-partidul-verdex.html' title='Politica-Remus Cernea-Partidul Verde:X'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SvR-J48BYGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-GPGGEwDKlg/s72-c/03-lant-uman-9-mai-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-876961233674863207</id><published>2009-10-29T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:50:36.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uniti sub Tricolor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/Sunj9IqNgqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Bj2j-IOFuWE/s1600-h/tricolorul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/Sunj9IqNgqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Bj2j-IOFuWE/s320/tricolorul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398096267816305314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Uniti sub tricolor este un proiect muzical care aduna melodii cu mesaje civice si patriotice din lumea muzicii hip-hop! Banii stransi in urma vanzarii albumelor vor fi donati unui LICEU DIN TIRASPOL, ai carui elevi si profesori se chinuie sa invete limba romana! Pretul albumului este de 10 lei(un pret acceptabil zic eu)! &lt;br /&gt;mai multe detalii pe www.unitisubtricolor.ro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa fim oameni si sa ne ajutam fratii!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-876961233674863207?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/876961233674863207/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=876961233674863207' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/876961233674863207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/876961233674863207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2009/10/uniti-sub-tricolor.html' title='Uniti sub Tricolor'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/Sunj9IqNgqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Bj2j-IOFuWE/s72-c/tricolorul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-1114144704953585208</id><published>2009-10-18T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:04:00.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajutati-o pe Cosmina...</title><content type='html'>http://www.paun-cosmina.eu/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca sunt trei tipuri de oameni:&lt;br /&gt;    -cei ce fac ca lucrurile sa se intample&lt;br /&gt;    -cei ce privesc lucrurile intamplandu-se&lt;br /&gt;    -cei ce se intreaba ce s-a intamplat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigarile  fumate in weekend, banii cheltuiti cand iesiti la o bere, trusa de machiaj noua, la oferta. Asta o pot salva. De cate ori n-ati aruncat „maruntisul" pe un bilet la Loterie? Acum mergeti la cea mai apropiata banca si donati din putinul dvs. in contul Cosminei. E ca si cum ati cumpara biletul norocos la loterie. Loteria Vietii. Platiti putin... insa aveti sansa unui castig enorm - viata unui copil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONT: &lt;br /&gt;NEAGU STELUTA&lt;br /&gt;RON: RO 97 RZBR 0000 0600 1005 2891&lt;br /&gt;Raiffeisen Bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telefon Neagu Steluta: 0723 914 273 sau 0764 376 174&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-1114144704953585208?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/1114144704953585208/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=1114144704953585208' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/1114144704953585208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/1114144704953585208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2009/10/ajutati-o-pe-cosmina.html' title='Ajutati-o pe Cosmina...'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-6908688529154167562</id><published>2009-03-12T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:09:03.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CUM SA FACI O MANEA DE SUCCES IN 10 PASI SIMPLII</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nume de bastan (Elvis, Florin Fermecatoru', Englezu', etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incultura generala obligatorie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IQ mai mic decat numarul de la pantofi.&lt;br /&gt;Castigarea unui loc in categoria prosti, dar multi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posesie (sau achizitionare pe parcurs) limuzina, castel, faraoanca si boraci (puradei).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rude-n puscarie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 6 - Imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bijuterii - Lant, ghiul si bratara de aur - mai mult de 1/2 din greutatea corporala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freza - 2 parti gel, o parte par&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hainele - Cat mai stralucitoare si de prost gust&lt;br /&gt;Camasa (alba sau neagra)&lt;br /&gt;Pantaloni (preferabil negri)&lt;br /&gt;Pantofi de lac&lt;br /&gt;Vesta, manta sau capa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 7 - Versuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocabular obligatoriu:&lt;br /&gt;bani, dusmani, tigani, golani, femei, fetite, printesa, bautura, dolari, aur, parai, lovele, milionar, Mercedes, celular, inima, suflet, Dumnezeu, viata, valoare&lt;br /&gt;Interjectii: oooooooof, ah, sha-la-la, cicalaca-cichicha, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt admise:&lt;br /&gt;greseli gramaticale&lt;br /&gt;verbe - conjugare si acord facultative&lt;br /&gt;substantive - plural la alegere&lt;br /&gt;greseli de tipul "la toti", "lu' copilu' meu" si din seria "casa" - "as vrea ca sa te regasesc"&lt;br /&gt;versuri albe&lt;br /&gt;rime cu acelasi cuvant&lt;br /&gt;metafore duse la extrem ("floarea florilor", "sugativa-n portofel")&lt;br /&gt;cuvinte straine ("bambina", "ragazza", etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 8 - Subiecte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iubirea&lt;br /&gt;relatiile&lt;br /&gt;cu mai multe femei&lt;br /&gt;reusite&lt;br /&gt;nereusite (vezi parasire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parasire&lt;br /&gt;pentru altul / alta (merge si homo)&lt;br /&gt;pentru bani&lt;br /&gt;pentru ambele&lt;br /&gt;moarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;familia&lt;br /&gt;copiii&lt;br /&gt;nevasta&lt;br /&gt;fratele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banii&lt;br /&gt;detinerea lor in cantitati mult exagerate&lt;br /&gt;risipa fireasca&lt;br /&gt;invidia celorlalti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauda proprie (bogatie, bunastare, performante sexuale, sex-appeal, performante muzicale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 9 - Melodia&lt;br /&gt;instrumente consacrate&lt;br /&gt;acordeon&lt;br /&gt;orga proasta&lt;br /&gt;instrument de suflat&lt;br /&gt;tobe de sintetizator cu generozitate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voce&lt;br /&gt;optionala si/sau chinuita&lt;br /&gt;ecou&lt;br /&gt;accent obligatoriu&lt;br /&gt;rap inclus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;originalitate facultativa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 10 - Videoclipul&lt;br /&gt;miscari necesare (pt. manelist)&lt;br /&gt;stanga-dreapta (maxim doi pasi)&lt;br /&gt;pocnire din degete&lt;br /&gt;zambet cuceritor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-20 de fete dotate care sa-si agite echipamentul&lt;br /&gt;decor prost (sau inexistent)&lt;br /&gt;lumini cat mai colorate&lt;br /&gt;cateva masini decapotabile in care sa cante barosanu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nume de bastan (Elvis, Florin Fermecatoru', Englezu', etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incultura generala obligatorie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IQ mai mic decat numarul de la pantofi.&lt;br /&gt;Castigarea unui loc in categoria prosti, dar multi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posesie (sau achizitionare pe parcurs) limuzina, castel, faraoanca si boraci (puradei).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rude-n puscarie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 6 - Imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bijuterii - Lant, ghiul si bratara de aur - mai mult de 1/2 din greutatea corporala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freza - 2 parti gel, o parte par&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hainele - Cat mai stralucitoare si de prost gust&lt;br /&gt;Camasa (alba sau neagra)&lt;br /&gt;Pantaloni (preferabil negri)&lt;br /&gt;Pantofi de lac&lt;br /&gt;Vesta, manta sau capa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 7 - Versuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocabular obligatoriu:&lt;br /&gt;bani, dusmani, tigani, golani, femei, fetite, printesa, bautura, dolari, aur, parai, lovele, milionar, Mercedes, celular, inima, suflet, Dumnezeu, viata, valoare&lt;br /&gt;Interjectii: oooooooof, ah, sha-la-la, cicalaca-cichicha, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt admise:&lt;br /&gt;greseli gramaticale&lt;br /&gt;verbe - conjugare si acord facultative&lt;br /&gt;substantive - plural la alegere&lt;br /&gt;greseli de tipul "la toti", "lu' copilu' meu" si din seria "casa" - "as vrea ca sa te regasesc"&lt;br /&gt;versuri albe&lt;br /&gt;rime cu acelasi cuvant&lt;br /&gt;metafore duse la extrem ("floarea florilor", "sugativa-n portofel")&lt;br /&gt;cuvinte straine ("bambina", "ragazza", etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 8 - Subiecte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iubirea&lt;br /&gt;relatiile&lt;br /&gt;cu mai multe femei&lt;br /&gt;reusite&lt;br /&gt;nereusite (vezi parasire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parasire&lt;br /&gt;pentru altul / alta (merge si homo)&lt;br /&gt;pentru bani&lt;br /&gt;pentru ambele&lt;br /&gt;moarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;familia&lt;br /&gt;copiii&lt;br /&gt;nevasta&lt;br /&gt;fratele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banii&lt;br /&gt;detinerea lor in cantitati mult exagerate&lt;br /&gt;risipa fireasca&lt;br /&gt;invidia celorlalti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauda proprie (bogatie, bunastare, performante sexuale, sex-appeal, performante muzicale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 9 - Melodia&lt;br /&gt;instrumente consacrate&lt;br /&gt;acordeon&lt;br /&gt;orga proasta&lt;br /&gt;instrument de suflat&lt;br /&gt;tobe de sintetizator cu generozitate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voce&lt;br /&gt;optionala si/sau chinuita&lt;br /&gt;ecou&lt;br /&gt;accent obligatoriu&lt;br /&gt;rap inclus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;originalitate facultativa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASUL 10 - Videoclipul&lt;br /&gt;miscari necesare (pt. manelist)&lt;br /&gt;stanga-dreapta (maxim doi pasi)&lt;br /&gt;pocnire din degete&lt;br /&gt;zambet cuceritor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-20 de fete dotate care sa-si agite echipamentul&lt;br /&gt;decor prost (sau inexistent)&lt;br /&gt;lumini cat mai colorate&lt;br /&gt;cateva masini decapotabile in care sa cante barosanu'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-6908688529154167562?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/6908688529154167562/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=6908688529154167562' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/6908688529154167562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/6908688529154167562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2009/03/cum-sa-faci-o-manea-de-succes-in-10.html' title='CUM SA FACI O MANEA DE SUCCES IN 10 PASI SIMPLII'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-3860185682202983004</id><published>2009-01-15T08:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:55:34.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubire este unica!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SW9qgGi-MVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Q85n7aOf6xc/s1600-h/s6gLMf783945-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SW9qgGi-MVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Q85n7aOf6xc/s320/s6gLMf783945-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291565186929275218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se zice din vechi stramosi ca iubirea este intalnita mai rar in viata, dar atunci cand este intalnita ramane unica si neuitata. Desi unele persoane se pot indragosti foarte usor asta nu inseamna iubire inseamna o atractie si prietenie care uneori sfarseste prin casatori fericite sau nu dar atunci cand iubesti in foarte putine cazuri ramai cu persoana iubita, te bucuri din plin de acele momente dar ceva nu e in regula. Parerea mea e ca atunci cand te simti in totalitate fericit ceva nu este in bine se intampla sa nu fi fericit pe parte profesionala sau sociala daca toate aceste categorii ar fi implinite acea persoana a incheiat ce avea de facut pe acest pamant si urmeaza tragica despartire de pamant si de cei dragi. Asta am observat in viatza. Dar iubirea trebuie traita si profitata pana la ultima secunda, sunt ocazii unice in viata pe care nu le intalnesti decat cu persoana draga. Cel mai bun sfat iubiti si lasati-va iubiti, si unde nu e iubire faceti iubire ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-3860185682202983004?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/3860185682202983004/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=3860185682202983004' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3860185682202983004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3860185682202983004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2009/01/iubire-este-unica.html' title='Iubire este unica!!'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SW9qgGi-MVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Q85n7aOf6xc/s72-c/s6gLMf783945-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-1888014958720585143</id><published>2009-01-15T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:03:07.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doua simboluri, o unica iubire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se potrivesc perfect si se imbina in suflet ca doua particele dependente una de alta. S-a format deja un sistem sudat care nu mai poate fi dezbinat decat prin moarte. Secundele care ticaie plapand le apropie si mai tare si fac ca iubirea sa pulseze, sa fie vie si unica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea si “U”. Simbolurile de care sunt vesnic indragostit si pentru care respir. Fara ele viata ar fi intunecata si fara sunet. Fara vant si lacrimi, zambete si fluturasi. Ea si “U” imi dau energia necesara si imi aduc echilibrul de care am nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“U” inseama familie si prieteni, bucurii si necazuri, trairi intense si momente de neuitat. “U” inseamna Romania si fiecare oras in care am fost in deplasare si am lasat o amintire acolo. “U” te poate face sa iti arunci televizorul pe geam sau sa fugi dezbracat prin centrul orasului. “U” inseamna un mod de viata si un privilegiu. E o mandrie sa faci parte din aceasta mare familie alb-neagra si sa iti pui pe cap celebra sapca rosie. “U” e un spirit boem nepretuit care trebuie trait, nu invatat. “U” reprezinta acele suflete care vibreaza la fiecare meci si isi distrug corzile vocale. “U” inseama bun gust si cultura, tinerete, onoare si respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea inseamna vise monocolore surprinse prin franturi de viata. Ea e acea iubire eterna de care te indragosteti o data in viata. Fata visurilor care numai cand te priveste te face sa te emotionezi pana in varful degetelor. Ea inseamna nopti de vara pierdute pe asfalt cu o bere in mana, sute de povesti si planuri. Ea are acele glezne suave si fine care imi mangaie mana si o fac sa tremure. Ea reuseste de fiecare data cand imi zambeste sa imi nasca un fior care imi strabate stomacul. Are acei ochi minunati si puri care nu mint niciodata. Iti vine mereu sa o strangi in brate, sa o saruti, sa-i faci complimente si sa o rasfeti. Ea imi sopteste mereu cuvintele potrivite si ma cunoaste in cele mai mici detalii. Cu Ea vreau sa imi petrec restul vietii si la batranete sa ma refugiez in bratele Ei. Ea e mai mult decat o iubita sau o prietena, Ea e perfecta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu voi inceta niciodata sa le iubesc. Pentru mine, ele sunt totul. Cele doua simboluri din viata mea: Ea si “U”!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-1888014958720585143?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/1888014958720585143/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=1888014958720585143' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/1888014958720585143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/1888014958720585143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2009/01/doua-simboluri-o-unica-iubire.html' title='Doua simboluri, o unica iubire...'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-5820899301493223963</id><published>2009-01-13T12:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:30:27.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAI ESTI AL MEU...!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As vrea sa fiu zapada...sa ma topesc incet pe trupul tau,sa ajung in cer si sa le pot spune ingerilor k si pe pamant exista Rai_ul...!As vrea multe dar soarta nu mi le poate oferi...inchid ochii...si ce vad?Un print cum numai in povesti il intalnesti,te plimbi incet pe plaja unei insule pustii unde nisipul iti gadila firav piciorele...oh Doamne cat de mult mi-as dori sa fiu macar nisipul ce il calci...nu te pierd din ochii,te indrepti usor spre cascada zgomotoasa din padure...dintr-o data ai gasit un trandafir,il mirosi si apoi il arunci in apa limpede si curata...oh Doamne cat as vrea sa fiu macar mirosul trandafirului ce tu l-ai inspirat...intri in apa si te zbenguiesti precum un copil...oh Doamne cat mi-as fi dorit sa fiu macar apa ce iti dezmiarda corpul...te asezi la poalele unui imens copac si te cufunzi in cel mai frumos vis...oh Doamne cat mi-as fi dorit sa fiu macar umbra copacului ce te inveleste...deschid ochii si ce vad aceeasi patru pereti ce ma inconjurau.Mi-am dat seama ca a fost doar un vis,dar sti ceva iubitule ma bucur tare mult ca macar in vis te pot avea................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-5820899301493223963?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/5820899301493223963/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=5820899301493223963' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/5820899301493223963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/5820899301493223963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2009/01/mai-esti-al-meu.html' title='MAI ESTI AL MEU...!?'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-8636702087830106391</id><published>2008-12-23T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:08:59.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te urăsc cu toata dragostea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suferinţo, m-ai urmărit cu puţin timp după ce Cerescul Tată m-a plămădit, ai cauzat multe lacrimi, tristeţe, rugăciuni, anost, fiori în inima iubiţilor, m-ai dus prin valea despărţirii, a întunericului alb, dar Cel Prea Sfânt s-a îndurat şi spre scopul vieţii m-a îndrumat…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce e val ca valul trece şi tu suferinţo, tu n-ai trecut, m-ai însoţit pe potecă spre luminiş, m-ai smerit, m-ai conştientizat de nevoile mele adânci de El, mi-ai dat vălul de pe faţa îndurerată… am luptat, am rezistat, dar tu m-ai frânt şi exaltat…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, tu suferinţă per excellentiam m-ai trezit la duritate, la frumuseţe m-ai scos din banalitatea cotidianului, m-ai slobozit de zbenguiala trecută… tu, m-ai curăţit, m-ai instruit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suferinţo, ce dulce eşti şi totuşi aspră... bătăile cordului mi-au încetat, umbra morţii din nou m-a cuprins, dar El m-a întors să-mi termin ergonul… m-ai amărât şi fericit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suferinţo, mi-ai adus atâta agonie groaznică, atata chin, nu mai pot… m-ai ajutat să privesc în jur: e atât de greu, de adânc! Dar stai! Nu sunt singur, eşti Tu, Doamne, cu mine, respiri aceaşi durere, din dragoste stai cu mine, Tu-mi dai putere şi mângâiere, nu mă voi lăsa, îmi continui lupta…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, suferinţă dragă, am ajuns să te preţuiesc, să te iubesc, m-ai apropiat de El, mi-ai zidit caracterul… m-ai pregătit pentru slava viitoare, m-ai aşezat pe înălţimi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar acum pot zice cu toata inima, şi cu o parte a minţii mele: Binecuvantată fii suferinţo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-8636702087830106391?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/8636702087830106391/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=8636702087830106391' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/8636702087830106391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/8636702087830106391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/12/te-ursc-cu-toata-dragostea.html' title='Te urăsc cu toata dragostea'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-4923744922505660934</id><published>2008-12-17T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:21:31.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are rost sa iubesti?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are rost sa iubesti? Am fost invatati ca toate au un "rost" pe lume. Asadar, poate ca exista si un "rost" al iubirii. &lt;br /&gt;Si daca nu iubim, ce sa facem altceva?  Sa uram? Sa fim indiferenti? Se poate si asta. &lt;br /&gt;De fapt, unii oameni (daca ii mai putem numi asa) nu stiu sa iubeasca, nu pot sa iubeasca, nu vor sa invete sa iubeasca. Considera iubirea drept o mare prostie, minciuna, naivitate ... orice, dar nu ceva demn de a fi bagat in seama. &lt;br /&gt;Caror "riscuri" te expui cand iubesti? Sa fii vulnerabil, sa ai prea multa incredere, sa visezi, sa speri ... Se intampla ca riscurile sa se materializeze si sa fii ranit. Iar atunci, pentru o vreme, devii foarte circumspect, foarte rational. Dar poti fi continuu suspicios si trai astfel? Daca sufletul tau este sensibil, cu siguranta nu vei putea trai asa. Vei crede din nou ca pe planeta aceasta exista si oameni buni, onesti, cu caracter, cu maniere, cu valori morale, si-i vei cauta, si-i vei gasi, ii vei pretui si vei zambi din nou.&lt;br /&gt;E atat de frumos sa iubesti, sa fii indragostit! (sa te reindragostesti din timp in timp de omul de langa tine este de-a dreptul fantastic, daca ai sansa)&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca rezervele iubirii sunt inepuizabile, daca au existat candva in sufletele noastre. &lt;br /&gt;Parerea mea este ca merita sa iubesti, daca Dumnezeu te-a inzestrat cu acest har.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-4923744922505660934?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/4923744922505660934/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=4923744922505660934' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/4923744922505660934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/4923744922505660934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-rost-sa-iubesti.html' title='Are rost sa iubesti?'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-9054686264218811792</id><published>2008-12-17T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:23:07.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbati fara experienta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SUlCIdAa8eI/AAAAAAAAACk/3zcMGe4LRRY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SUlCIdAa8eI/AAAAAAAAACk/3zcMGe4LRRY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280824751061397986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa zicem ca ai peste 27 si inca nu esti acomodat cu femeile. Nu prea ai avut relatii durabile si te-ai multumit multa vreme cu "ce-o pica". In ultima vreme constati ca nu mai pica nimic si trebuie sa faci ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce ar trebui sa faca o astfel de persoana? Cum ar putea sa se implice intr-o relatie sentimentala? Odata cu trecerea anilor, cresc si pretentiile, oare e bine sa se tina cont de ele sau e mai bine sa se faca compromisuri?&lt;br /&gt;Cum privesc femeile barbatii fara experienta si ce sunt ele dispuse sa faca pentru o relatie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va invit sa dezbatem aceasta situatie, foarte des intalnita la noi in Romania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: fetelor..stiti si voi ce greu e sa gasiti un baiat de treaba     ..;;);;);)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-9054686264218811792?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/9054686264218811792/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=9054686264218811792' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/9054686264218811792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/9054686264218811792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/12/barbati-fara-experienta.html' title='Barbati fara experienta...'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SUlCIdAa8eI/AAAAAAAAACk/3zcMGe4LRRY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-7173389918407209308</id><published>2008-12-15T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:23:25.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te iubesc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SUat-VU3YqI/AAAAAAAAACc/s8q9HDoTwYg/s1600-h/2r3ys1k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SUat-VU3YqI/AAAAAAAAACc/s8q9HDoTwYg/s320/2r3ys1k.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280098899526640290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana sa te cunosc pe tine nu am mai crezut in dragoste dar m-am inselat.nici prin gand nu mi-a trecut ca in urma cu 4 luni o sa te intalnesc pe tine si o sa fie atat de frumos.&lt;br /&gt;Tu mai invatat sa cred,sa sper si sa iubesc cum nu am mai iubit vreodata. vreau sa-ti spun ca te iubesc mult mult mult mult de tot si sa iti multumesc ca ma iubesti,ca ai grija de  mine,ma respecti si pentru simplul fapt ca esti in viata. Te iubi mult iubire.&lt;br /&gt;"Dragostea consta in dorinta de a da ceea ce este al tau persoanei iubite si de a simti fericirea ei ca si cum ar fi a ta."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-7173389918407209308?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/7173389918407209308/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=7173389918407209308' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/7173389918407209308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/7173389918407209308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/12/te-iubesc.html' title='Te iubesc...'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SUat-VU3YqI/AAAAAAAAACc/s8q9HDoTwYg/s72-c/2r3ys1k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-6245848579634155579</id><published>2008-11-07T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:06:18.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noi doi..:X:X::*:P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SRQ9RA3CO5I/AAAAAAAAACU/BXrz_AFE2HM/s1600-h/HXBsQr819728-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265901226800855954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SRQ9RA3CO5I/AAAAAAAAACU/BXrz_AFE2HM/s320/HXBsQr819728-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mi-e dor de mare…Imi place la mare ca esti curat tot timpul…marea te spala…&lt;br /&gt;- Si esti sarat, nu? Te spala si te sareaza…&lt;br /&gt;- Tu ai fost vreodata la mare?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu, dar am visat ca am fost…Intr-o zi mi-a intrat nisip in ochi si am plans toata ziua.&lt;br /&gt;- Si cand ai intrat in apa, ti-a trecut…&lt;br /&gt;- Da…si am visat o casuta de paie pe plaja in care o sa stau si iarna si vara.&lt;br /&gt;- Si mai e cineva in ea?&lt;br /&gt;- Suntem numai noi doi…aaa…si marea…&lt;br /&gt;- Pai si nu intra apa in casuta cand e furtuna?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu…cand e furtuna, intram noi in apa si ne plimbam prin valuri…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-6245848579634155579?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/6245848579634155579/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=6245848579634155579' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/6245848579634155579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/6245848579634155579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/11/noi-doixxp.html' title='Noi doi..:X:X::*:P'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SRQ9RA3CO5I/AAAAAAAAACU/BXrz_AFE2HM/s72-c/HXBsQr819728-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-1377249935422113168</id><published>2008-11-02T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:31:05.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cand am avut nevoie…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SQ2dglvePDI/AAAAAAAAACM/c_be112mMsQ/s1600-h/tristete.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264036722678578226" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SQ2dglvePDI/AAAAAAAAACM/c_be112mMsQ/s320/tristete.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="Link permanent catre Cand am avut nevoie…" href="http://fericire.wordpress.com/2008/10/26/cand-am-avut-nevoie/" rel="bookmark"&gt;…de o imbratisare mi-ai vorbit 5 minute la telefon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;…de o vorba buna. tu ce ai facut? mi-ai aruncat trei vorbe prin care imi explicai ce e dragostea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;…de o privire protectoare. tu ce ai facut? mi-ai dat un sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;…de tine. tu ce ai facut?ai ratat clipele astea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se poate sa ai totul dar sa simti ca de fapt nu ai nimic? ai destul, ai tot dar vrei mai mult. De ce? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca o bucatica lipseste, acea bucatica insesizabila care face ca acest tot sa devina un nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De cand nimic= tot? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-1377249935422113168?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/1377249935422113168/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=1377249935422113168' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/1377249935422113168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/1377249935422113168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/11/cand-am-avut-nevoie.html' title='Cand am avut nevoie…'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SQ2dglvePDI/AAAAAAAAACM/c_be112mMsQ/s72-c/tristete.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-5390135014016962583</id><published>2008-11-02T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:25:58.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca maine ar fi ultima zi a vietii?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SQ2cTRD7e9I/AAAAAAAAACE/2rCaJz90Hg8/s1600-h/fericirea.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264035394277309394" style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SQ2cTRD7e9I/AAAAAAAAACE/2rCaJz90Hg8/s320/fericirea.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cum ar fi daca maine m-as trezi, m-as uit in oglinda si as realiza brusc ca viata mea se termina? Ca e ultima mea zi. Ce as simti oare? Ce as vrea sa fac? Ce-i drept e foarte greu sa incerci astfel de experimente daca nu le traiesti cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;Primul meu instinct ar fi sa ma vad cat pot de repede cu cei dragi. Sa-mi iau la revedere firesc fara sa banuiasca nimic. I-as cauta si pe cei care nu s-ar astepta sa fie in aceasta categorie. M-as indrepta spre banca si as dona banii stransi pentru cineva care mai are o sansa la viata.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi? As vrea sa zbor cu avionul. E o senzatie pe care nu am simtit-o si chiar daca stii cum e tot asa as vrea sa-mi traiesc ultimele clipe.&lt;br /&gt;Regrete, iubire,sentimente, probabil ca mii de lucruri as dori sa le fac si sa le zic dar as stii ca e prea tarziu si poate totul doar ar rani inutil.&lt;br /&gt;Pe seara m-as duce in parc si as sta pe o banca si as privi copiii pe care nu am apucat sa-i am.&lt;br /&gt;Este destul de imposibil sa traim zilnic ca in ultima. De ce? visele, iubirea, gandurile au nevoie de timp pentru a fi traite cu intensitate.&lt;br /&gt;Dar hai sa fim optimisti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-5390135014016962583?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/5390135014016962583/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=5390135014016962583' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/5390135014016962583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/5390135014016962583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/11/daca-maine-ar-fi-ultima-zi-vietii.html' title='Daca maine ar fi ultima zi a vietii?'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SQ2cTRD7e9I/AAAAAAAAACE/2rCaJz90Hg8/s72-c/fericirea.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-5015449234688715206</id><published>2008-11-01T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:17:47.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oare de ce....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    Dragul meu....,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nici nu stiu de ce iti scriu asta.Poate ca asa reusesc sa ma exprim mai bine si voi avea curaj sa-ti "spun" unele lucruri pe care nu ti le-as putea spune in fata.Of...nici nu stiu c ce sa incep...Nu ma intereseaza cui ii arati asta...ci ma intereseaza doar sa stii ce simt eu.Stii ca mereu vei avea o parte din inima mea si ca vei fi "iubirea mea imposibila"?...Nu stiu de ce m-am atasat asa de tare de tine....nu stiu ce mi-ai facut...dar incetul cu incetul m-am indragostit de tine...De mult nu am mai simtit asta pt cineva,nici nu mai stiu de cand inima mea nu a mai batut asa de tare la vederea cuiva...insa tu ai reusit sa schimbi tot...Am simtit din nou cum e sa-ti bufneasca inima in piept la vederea pers iubite...am trait din nou acea frica si spaima de a nu pierde dragostea....Imi pare rau ca nu am reusit sa-ti arat cat de mult insemni pt mine si sa vezi de ce sunt in stare sa fac pt pers iubita....Nu stiu de ce dar as fi renuntat la orice doar ca sa fim impreuna...Ai avut dreptate cand ai spus ca ma comport copilareste....Oare de ce nu puteam sa fiu eu insumi...fata linistita si glumeata?Poate ca din cauza ca at cand sunt indragostita o parte din copilul din mine revine si ma face sa spun si sa fac lucruri pe care nu le-as face si nu le-as spune...Ma mai intreb cateodata de ce a tb sa fi tocmai din ... si eu de aici de la sute de km departare...Poate daca nu te vedeam atunci nimik nu s-ar fi intamplat.Dar asa a fost sa fie..m-am indragostit fara sa imi dau seama...Stau si ma uit pe pozele cu tine si...plang...pt ca altceva nu mai am ce sa fac...Nu am vrut sa vad inevitabilul...ca vei pleca si eu voi ramane cu inima zdrobita si ca nu te voi mai vedea probabil niciodata!Vroiam doar sa ma bucur de clipele petrecute alaturi de tine...Ai fost ca un vis frumos...insa si visele sunt trecatoare...doar amintirea ta va ramane in inima mea...si ceea ce simt pt tine...Atat sper...sa nu ma uiti si sa-ti aminteste ca afost o data una,....,care te-a iubit si care te va pastra mereu in sufletul ei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-5015449234688715206?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/5015449234688715206/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=5015449234688715206' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ESTI CONSTIENT K AI FOST TOTUL IN VIATA MEA.SPUN K AI FOST NU PTR FAPTUL K NU MAI ESTI CI PTR K NU STIU DACA VEI MAI FI.M-AI SECAT INCETUL CU INCETUL,CHIAR SI PRIN VORBELE TALE TIMPITE UNEORI,K FAPTE AU FOST DE AJUNS.IMI PARE RAU K SA AJUNS AICI,DESI TU ERAI SIGUR PE TINE K NU MA VEI PIERDE NICIODATA.CONTINUI SA TRAIESC,SA RESPIR,SA PLING, SA RID,SA GINDESC,SA IUBESC....PRIN TINE.PACAT K TE IUBESC LA FEL CA IN PRIMA ZI,AM INCERCAT DE FIECARE DATA SA REPAR RAUL FACUT DE TINE,SA FIE BINE,SA FIM IMPREUNA...TU TOATE ASTEA NU LE-AI VAZUT.AI CONTINUAT SA FACI CE AI VRUT.TE VOI IUBI O VIATA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-7824094723770948100?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-4906526960344578017</id><published>2008-11-01T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T06:55:23.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>astept un simplu punct...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...un simplu punct de final...pe care eu nu reusesc, nu am puterea sa-l pun iar tu il transformi mereu in ...puncte de suspensie...si punctul nu indrazneste sa se puna singur...astept posomorata si lipsita de speranta sa-mi recapat zambetul si stralucirea in priviri...astept....oare cum as putea descrie cat de mult te iubesc?! inca nu am aflat cum...dar te iubesc enorm si toata iubirea mea e in zadar...am asteptat atatia ani o clipa care nu o sa vina niciodata, niste cuvinte care nu vor fi niciodata soptite...am asteptat si am sperat prea mult ca drumurile noastre se vor uni intr-un final...ani in care ne-am indepartat parca din ce in ce mai mult...ne despart cativa pasi, dar in acesti pasi zace o vesnicie lacoma si decisa sa ma tina atat de departe si totusi atat de aproape de tine...de ce nu a fost sa fie?!...de ce D-zeu nu a creat si un raspuns pentru o iubire atat de mare cum a sadit in inima mea numai pentru tine?! mi se pare absurd, mi se pare o pedeapsa, mi se pare un chin prea mare...mi se pare o risipa...sa creezi o dragoste atat de puternica si sa o arunci in vid!dar incep si eu sa inteleg ca poate cine a spus ca viata e un lung sir de suferinte si nedreptati avea dreptate...asa ca eu astept in continuare sa se scurga dragostea din mine, astept ca tu sa-ti faci mila si sa-mi dai lovitura finala...taie-mi aripile si poate asa voi inceta sa mai incerc, sa mai cred, sa mai sper ca intr-o buna zi voi zbura...vreau sa fiu libera de tine, de ochii tai, de privirea si buzele tale...vreau sa nu mi se mai zbata aripile in gol...te iubesc, nu ma iubesti...dar indura-te si lasa-mi un punct, nimic mai mult, doar atat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-4906526960344578017?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/4906526960344578017/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=4906526960344578017' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/4906526960344578017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/4906526960344578017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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nou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De-as putea sa te privesc si sa-ti spun cat imi lipsesti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ai fost un inger pe pamant ,dar ai plecat fara stii cata durere in urma lasi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Viata a fost prea cruda pentru tine ,ai luptat ,dar soata nu ai putut-o schimba.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ne vom reintalni printre INGERII !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adio Dany..:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-4609189750266053156?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/4609189750266053156/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=4609189750266053156' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/4609189750266053156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/4609189750266053156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-amintirea-ta_01.html' title='in amintirea unui inger..:*'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-2699236531641240503</id><published>2008-11-01T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T06:41:50.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In amintirea ta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Candva mi-ai spus "mai bn noi decat tu si eu"...mi-ai spus k ma iubesti ...as vrea sa stiu dc? dc mai mintzit?...ce rau ti-am facut sa ma mintzi atat...tu nu sti cat m-au durut si ma dor toate acele dulci cuv care mi le spuneai ...care defapt erau simple minciuni. Eu te iubesc chiar daca nu te intereseaza...as vrea sa te scot din mintea si inima mea dar nu pot ...as vrea sa dau timpul inapoi si sa-l opresc in momentul cand eram noi...daca ti-am gresit cu ceva iarta-ma ..nu am vrut ...stiu ca spun asta prea traziu, dar se zice "niciodata nu e prea tarziu" ...poate cred prea mult in vise....poate ar trebui acum sa te urasc ...ptr k mai mintzit dar nu pot .. as vrea macar o data sa te mai pot saruta ..sa te imbratzisez ....sa fim noi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-2699236531641240503?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/2699236531641240503/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=2699236531641240503' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/2699236531641240503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/2699236531641240503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-amintirea-ta.html' title='In amintirea ta...'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-4446385932177818141</id><published>2008-11-01T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T06:39:32.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In amintirea acelor vremuri…</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tocmai am primit un text pe email, de la o buna prietena plecata departe…&lt;br /&gt;Poate unii il stiti, poate nu. Imi cer scuze ca nu stiu cine e autorul ca sa-i dau “credits”…&lt;br /&gt;Nascuti la inceputul anilor 70-80, vedem cum casa parintilor nostri este de 50 de ori mai scumpa decat atunci cand au cumparat-o si realizam ca noi o sa platim pentru casele noastre in jur de 50 de ani.&lt;br /&gt;Nu avem amintiri despre primii pasi pe luna, nici despre razboaie sangeroase, dar avem cultura generala pentru ca asta insemna ceva odata.&lt;br /&gt;Suntem ultima generatie care a jucat “Ascunselea”, “Castel”, “Ratele si vanatorii”, “Tara, tara! Vrem ostasi”, “Prinsea”, “Sticluta cu otrava”, “Pac Pac”, “Hotii si vardistii”, ultimii care au strigat “Un-doi-trei la perete stai”, ultimii care au folosit telefoanele cu fise, dar primii care am facut petreceri video (inchiriam un video si stateam sa ne uitam la filme 2 zile inchisi in casa), primii care am vazut desene animate color, primii care am renuntat la casete audio si le-am inlocuit cu CD-uri.&lt;br /&gt;Noi am purtat jeansi elastici, pantaloni evazati, geci de blugi de la turci, iar cine avea de la firme gen Lee sau Puma era deja lider de gasca.&lt;br /&gt;Noi nu am dat examene de Capacitate, nu am dat teste grile la admitere.&lt;br /&gt;Noi am fost ultimii “Soimi ai Patriei” si ultimii “Pioneri”.&lt;br /&gt;La gradinita am invatat poezii in romaneste, nu in engleza… Si am cantat MULTI ANI TRAIASCA nu HAPPY BIRTHDAY la aniversari.&lt;br /&gt;Am sorbit din ochi Sclava Isaura, Beverly Hills , Melrose Place , Twin Peaks, Dallas .. si cine zice ca nu s-a uitat ori minte ori nu avea inca televizor.&lt;br /&gt;Reclamele de pe posturile straine ne innebuneau si abia asteptam sa vina si la noi inghetata Magnum sau pustile alea absolut superbe cu apa. Intre timp, ne consolam cu Tango cu vanilie si ciocolata si clasicele bidoane umplute cu apa de la robinet, care turnate in cap ne provocau pneumonii. Si uite un motiv bun sa nu mergem la scoala.&lt;br /&gt;Noi am ascultat si Metallica, si Ace of Base, si DJ Bobo, si Michael Jackson, si Backstreet Boys, si Take That, si inca nu auzisem de manele, singurele melodii de joc fiind horele la chefuri, la care nimeni nu stia pasii, dar toti dansam!&lt;br /&gt;Dar spre deosebire de copiii din ziua de azi, am auzit atat de Abba si de Queen, cat si de noile nume gen 50 Cent si Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;Am citit “Licurici”, “Pif”, Ciresarii, si am baut Cico si Zmeurata si ni s-a parut ceva extraordinar cand au aparut primele sucuri “de la TEC” fara sa ne fie teama ca “au prea multe E-uri”, iar la scoala beam toata clasa dintr-o sticla de suc fara teama de virusi.&lt;br /&gt;Noi am baut prima Coca-Cola la sticla si am descoperit Internetul.&lt;br /&gt;Noi nu ne dadeam bip-uri, ne fluieram sa iesim afara, noi nu aveam dolby surround system, taceam toti ca sa auzim actiunea filmului, nu aveam Nintendo sau Playstation ci jocuri tetris de care ne plictiseam la o luna dupa ce le cumparam si le uitam pe dulap, pline de praf.&lt;br /&gt;Abia asteptam la chefuri sa jucam “Fantanita” sau “Flori, fete sau baieti” sau “Adevar sau Provocare” sau orice ne dadea un pretext sa “pupam pe gura” pe cine “iubeam”.&lt;br /&gt;Noi suntem cei care inca au mai “cerut prietenia”, care inca roseam la cuvantul “sex”, care dadeam cu banul care sa intre in farmacie sa cumpere prezervative, pe care apoi sa le umplem cu apa si sa le aruncam in capul colegilor, care am completat mii de oracole, sperand ca persoana iubita va citi acolo unde scrie “De cine iti place?” ca ne place de el/ea.&lt;br /&gt;Este uimitor ca inca mai suntem in viata, pentru ca noi am mers cu bicicleta fara casca, genunchiere si cotiere, nu am avut scaune speciale in masini, nu am aruncat la gunoi bomboanele care ne cadeau din greseala pe jos, nu am avut pastile cu capac special sa nu fie desfacute de copii, nu ne-am spalat pe maini dupa ce ne-am jucat cu toti cainii si toate pisicile din cartier, nu am tinut cont de cate lipide si glucide mancam, parintii nostri nu aveau “child proof the house”, ne-au trimis sa cumparam bere si vin de la alimentara, si cate un pachet de tigari de la tutungerie.&lt;br /&gt;Noi am auzit cum s-a tras la Revolutie, noi am fost martorii a trei schimbari de bancnote si monede, noi am ras la bancuri cu Bula, noi am fost primii care au auzit-o pe Andreea Esca la ProTV, noi suntem cei care mai tinem minte emisiunea “Feriti-va de magarus”.&lt;br /&gt;Suntem o generatie de invingatori, de visatori, de “first-timers” …&lt;br /&gt;Daca citesti si ai cazut macar un pic pe ganduri, esti de-al nostru!&lt;br /&gt;Da mai departe sa-si aduca si altii aminte…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-4446385932177818141?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-5917557596297713527</id><published>2008-10-19T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:12:07.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frig....???!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;....stiu cum e ,si stiu ce-nseamna...stiu k doare,dar k trece!!!well,nimic nu merge asa cum te astepti si nu vei fi impacat cu toate,niciodata,trust me...am incercat sa inteleg,sa ma inteleg,sa ajut k sa pot fi ajutata,but....e in zadar.noi,oamenii,diferim in tot si prin toate,lucru cert,because GOD,nu a lasat lumea la intamplare,si cu un scop.stim cum e frumusetea unui zambet,dar cunoastem si intunericul ce ni-l aduc lacrimile,cu totii!mda,i know,de multe ori ma  intreb cine sunt?cum sunt?ce fac eu?intrebari retorice fara noima si fara sens as putea spune...acum,aici,in momentul de fata,insa cu totii ne regasim la un moment dat pe noi insine,mai devreme ....sau mai tarziu!my life,a fost plina de intamplari,ciudate sau obisnuite?dureroase sau placute?tragice sau comice?whatever,cu totii le avem pe toate,d c sa varsam lacrimi cand putem la fel de bine sa zambim?...my people,me?a simply&amp;amp;strange girl...am invatat sa zambesc cu lacrimi..why?my God,i don't know,poate pentru faptul k nu pot fi pe deplin unhappy,incat sa nu sambesc cu un ochi in timp ce plang.plans?suna dur nu?hai sa ii spun altfel...hmm,lacrimi care curg...dar,de unde vin?unde ajung?pai,banueisc k sunt reactii ale sufletului uman,ale trairilor si senzatiilor p kre cu totii le avem,insa nu cu totii ni le putem arata.unde se duc?se sterg...pentru a putea intelege lumea e nevoie de a ma intelege pe mine insumi,de a-mi intelege dorintele,trairile,visurile,faptele,gandirea si mentalitatea proprie.cu totii suntem sau au fost candva micuti,or not?:-jmi-a fost si mie frig...but,de unde sa stii tu?de ce sa vorbesc despre prieteni?despre sentimente?despre mine?la urma tot eu voi fi judecata,d c?k sunt&gt;&gt; Eu...nop,nu se merita,that's me,mi-e rusine cu multe,dar sunt si mandra in acelasi timp cu ceea ce sunt,Eu?eu chiar ma inteleg,and asta e tot ce conteaza for me!really...frig???maybe....undeva in trecut...cald???maybe...i hope...hmmm,BrB!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-5917557596297713527?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/5917557596297713527/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=5917557596297713527' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boy - Ceau draga&lt;br /&gt;Girl – Ceau&lt;br /&gt;Boy – Mi-ai lipsit azi la scoala. Unde ai fost?&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Scuze, a trebuit sa ma duk la medic.&lt;br /&gt;Boy - Oh de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Girl – Nu-I nimic…un control de rutina&lt;br /&gt;Boy – Ok&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Am pierdut ceva?&lt;br /&gt;Boy - Nu, doar niste notite&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Ok&lt;br /&gt;boy - Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Am o intrebare:&lt;br /&gt;Boy - Zi&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Cat de mult ma iubesti?&lt;br /&gt;Boy - Sti ca te iubesc, pui&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Yeah ...&lt;br /&gt;Boy - De ce intrebi?&lt;br /&gt;S`a intamplat ceva?&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Nu. Nu s`a intamplat nimic&lt;br /&gt;Boy – Bine&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Cat de mult iti pasa de mine?&lt;br /&gt;Boy - As muri pentru tine&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Chiar?&lt;br /&gt;Boy - Da draga.&lt;br /&gt;Dar s`a intamplat ceva?&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Nu. Sunt bine&lt;br /&gt;Boy - Bine. Asa sper.&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Chiar ai muri pentru mine?&lt;br /&gt;Boy - M`as impusca pentru tine oricand&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Chiar?&lt;br /&gt;Boy - Da. Hai pui, s`a intamplat ceva?&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Sunt bine!!!&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Trebuie sa plec.&lt;br /&gt;Ne vedem maine&lt;br /&gt;Boy - Bine. Ceau. Te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Te iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy – Mi`ai vazut prietena astazi?&lt;br /&gt;Mate – Nu&lt;br /&gt;Boy – Oh&lt;br /&gt;Mate - Dar a fost ea ieri aici nu?&lt;br /&gt;Boy – Da, shtiu&lt;br /&gt;Mate - Dar stii cum sunt fetele…&lt;br /&gt;Boy – Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Mate- Ce mai zici?&lt;br /&gt;Boy - Ma duk la ore.&lt;br /&gt;Mate - Ne vedem mai tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In aceeiasi seara&lt;br /&gt;-ring- -ring-&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Alo?&lt;br /&gt;Boy - De ce nu ai fost azi la scoala?&lt;br /&gt;Girl - M`am simtit un pik rau.&lt;br /&gt;Boy - Eshti bine aqma?&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Trebuie sa plec….vrea mama sa vorbeasca la telefon&lt;br /&gt;Boy - O sa astept&lt;br /&gt;Girl - S`ar putea sa dureze…te sun eu mai tarziu&lt;br /&gt;Boy - Bine. Te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Eu cred ca ar trebui sa ne despartzim&lt;br /&gt;Boy - CE??? DE CE???&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Te iubesc &gt;click &lt; (inchide telefonul) Fata nu vine 3 saptamani la scoala si nu raspunde nici la telefon Boy - Ceau. Ce faci? Mate - Nimic. Ai mai vorbit cu fosta ta prietena? Boy – Nu. Mate - Deci nu ai aflat? Boy - Ce sa aflu? Mate - Cred k ar trebui sa iti spun ea ce s`a intamplat Boy - Amice…ce s`a intamplat? Mate - Suna la numarul asta…433-555-3468 Baiatul suna la numarul acela dupa ore -ring- -ring- Voice - Buna. Aici spitalul Boy - Poftim? Trebuie sa fi gresit numarul. Imi caut prietena Voice - Care este numele ei? baiatul ii da informatiile Voice - Da. Este pacienta noastra in momentul de fata. Boy - Ce naiba? Ce s`a intamplat? Voice - Camera ei este 466, corpul A Boy - Ce s`a intamplat? Voice - Mai bine veniti la spital Boy – STAI!!NU!!*dial tone* Baiatul merge la spital.camera 466, corpul A. Fata sta intinsa pe patul de spital Boy: - Esti bine? Girl - .......... Boy - Scumpo te rog spune ceva Girl - Eu… Boy - Ce??? Girl - Am cancer. Doar aparatele ma tin in viata….in seara asta ma vor deconecta. Boy - Ce naiba?de ce? De ce nu mi`ai zis nimic? Girl - Nu vroiam sa te fac sa suferi. Boy - Dar eu te iubesc…..plange Girl - Si io te iubesc.nu fi trist.eu intotdeauna o sa fiu alaturi de tine. Nurse - Orele de vizita s`au terminat. Baiatul pleaca, fata este deconectata de la aparate si moare Ziua urmatoare: Baiatul este gasit mort cu un pistol in mana si un billet langa… In billet scria: Am luat un glont pentru ea!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-1972349815696789461?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/1972349815696789461/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=1972349815696789461' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/1972349815696789461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/1972349815696789461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-poveste-trista.html' title='O poveste Trista:('/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-7068540076668844163</id><published>2008-10-11T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:59:59.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>te iubesc:X</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Te iubesc" in toate limbile English - I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Afrikaans - Ek het jou lief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Albanian - Te dua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arabic - Ana behibak (to male)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arabic - Ana behibek (to female)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Armenian - Yes kez sirumen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bambara - M'bi fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bangla - Aamee tuma ke bhalo aashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bulgarian - Obicham te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cambodian - Soro lahn nhee ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cantonese Chinese - Ngo oiy ney a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Catalan - T'estimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chichewa - Ndimakukonda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Corsican - Ti tengu caru (to male)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Creol - Mi aime jou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Croatian - Volim te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Czech - Miluji te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Danish - Jeg Elsker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; DigDutch - Ik hou van jou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esperanto - Mi amas vin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estonian - Ma armastan sind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ethiopian - Afgreki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Faroese - Eg elski teg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Farsi - Doset daram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Filipino - Mahal kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finnish - Mina rakastan sinua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Georgian - Mikvarhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;German - Ich liebe dich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Greek - S'agapo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hawaiian - Aloha wau ia oi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hebrew - Ani ohev otah (to female)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hebrew - Ani ohev et otha (to male)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hindi - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmong - Kuv hlub koj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hungarian - Szeretlek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Icelandic - Eg elska tig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Inuit - Negligevapse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Irish - Taim i' ngra leat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Italian - Ti amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Japanese - Aishiteru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kannada - Naanu ninna preetisuttene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kiswahili - Nakupenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Konkani - Tu magel moga cho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Korean - Sarang Heyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Latin - Te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Latvian - Es tevi miilu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lebanese - Bahibak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lithuanian - Tave myliu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Malay - Saya cintakan mu / Aku cinta padamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Malayalam - Njan Ninne Premikunnu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mandarin Chinese - Wo ai ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marathi - Me tula prem karto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mohawk - Kanbhik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moroccan - Ana moajaba bik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nahuatl - Ni mits neki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Navaho - Ayor anosh'ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Norwegian - Jeg Elsker Deg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pandacan - Syota na kita!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pangasinan - Inaru Taka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Persian - Doo-set daaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pig Latin - Iay ovlay ouyay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Polish - Kocham Ciebie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Portuguese - Eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Romanian - Te iubesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Russian - Ya tebya liubliu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scot Gaelic - Tha gradh agam ort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Serbian - Volim te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Setswana - Ke a go rata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sign Language - ,,,/ (represents position of fingers when signing'I Love You')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sioux - Techihhila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Slovak - Lu`bim ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Slovenian - Ljubim te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Swahili - Ninapenda wewe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Swedish - Jag alskar dig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Swiss-German - Ich lieb Di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tagalog - Mahal kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taiwanese - Wa ga ei li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tahitian - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tamil - Nan unnai kathalikaraen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Telugu - Nenu ninnu premistunnanu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thai - Chan rak khun (to male)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thai - Phom rak khun (to female)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Turkish - Seni Seviyorum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ukrainian - Ya tebe kahayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Urdu - mai aap say pyaar karta hoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vietnamese - Anh ye^u em (to female)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vietnamese - Em ye^u anh (to male)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Welsh - 'Rwy'n dy garu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoruba - Mo ni fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese - wo-i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-7068540076668844163?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/7068540076668844163/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=7068540076668844163' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/7068540076668844163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/7068540076668844163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/10/te-iubescx.html' title='te iubesc:X'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-3360141525147157774</id><published>2008-10-11T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:53:30.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ceea ce intristeaza oarecum intr-o prietenie este faptul ca fiecare dintre prieteni sacrifica libertatea celuilalt. Prin "libertate" inteleg suma posibilitatilor lui, vointa lui de a se schimba, de a se modifica, de a se compromite. Esti iubit pentru ca prietenii s-au obisnuit cu tine sa te vada pe strada, sa te intalneasca la un anumit local sau pe terenul de sport, s-au obisnuit sa mergi cu ei la cinematograf, in vizita la cunostinte, sa-ti placa, in general, ceea ce la place si lor, sa gandesti, in general, ceea ce gandesc si ei. Unde esti tu in toate aceste sentimente ale lor? Esti descompus, distribuit si asimilat dupa vointa sau capriciul lor; iar tu faci la fel. Daca intr-o zi vrei sa faci altceva decat ceea ce se asteapta de la tine sa faci, atunci nu mai esti un bun prieten, atunci incomodezi, obosesti, stanjenesti. Cateodata esti tolerat; aceasta e tot ce poate oferi dragostea prietenilor tai libertatii tale: toleranta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-3360141525147157774?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/3360141525147157774/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=3360141525147157774' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3360141525147157774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3360141525147157774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-585102467505026877</id><published>2008-10-10T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:58:45.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CeVa SpeCial-anDra-prietenie adevarata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SO_B7C_JoFI/AAAAAAAAABk/62KzInLAils/s1600-h/hgjhg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255632510322843730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SO_B7C_JoFI/AAAAAAAAABk/62KzInLAils/s320/hgjhg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1)uneori stau shi ma gandesc doamne,nu stiu cum sa-i multumesc pentru tot ce a facut..mi-a dat curajul sa devin cine sunt acum...m-a intarit fata mergi inainte...o s-ai parte si de fapre nu doar de cuvinte....oriunde va fi voi fi aici mereu...stii bine te poti baza ai sprijinul meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ai dat doamne tot cei mai frumos nu se putea,mi-ai dat speranta sa traiesc si-o traiesc prin ea,mi-ai fost alaturi zile bune si nopti grele,cand plangeam din despartiri sau barfe rele,nici copii mereu ma apara,acum si mare e ca si mama mea,ma alinta ma rasfata cat se poate,si nu stiu cum sa ma trezesc la realitate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refren: cazi,te ridici tot ce simti e rabdare..plangi te distrugi vrei sa fugi si te doare.....dai tot ce ai si ce n-ai totusi pare,ca nu te descurci sa le pui lumea la picioare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)acum vad a venit si randul meu,sa am grija de ea asa cum a facut si ea mereu,si nu pot doamne mainile imi sunt legate,o sa fac sa o trezesc la realitate,sa pot sa spun ca viata nu e nedreapta,sa pot sa uit de fata desteapta,merita tot ce e mai bun,trecutul e trecut viitorul conteaza acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca as putea i-as da o parte din mine,vreau sa o vad zambind de fericire,sa spuna ca o putem lua de la capat,sa dam peste amintiri asa doar in treacat,astazi cazi te ridici maine-ti trece, sasi amintesca ca unde sunt 2 puterea creste,doar impreuna trecem peste tot,ca o prietenie trece si prin foc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refren&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SO_BzCO9AhI/AAAAAAAAABc/J2uOr0YTHFY/s1600-h/bvcgj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255632372681736722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SO_BzCO9AhI/AAAAAAAAABc/J2uOr0YTHFY/s320/bvcgj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-585102467505026877?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/585102467505026877/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=585102467505026877' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/585102467505026877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/585102467505026877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/10/ceva-special-andra-prietenie-adevarata.html' title='CeVa SpeCial-anDra-prietenie adevarata'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SO_B7C_JoFI/AAAAAAAAABk/62KzInLAils/s72-c/hgjhg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-5246755565323463447</id><published>2008-10-10T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:44:26.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai exista oare dragoste in zilele noastre?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SO--eU3hS4I/AAAAAAAAABU/wrDpYd1d1vg/s1600-h/HXBsQr819728-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255628718371588994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SO--eU3hS4I/AAAAAAAAABU/wrDpYd1d1vg/s320/HXBsQr819728-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mai exista oare dragoste in ziele noastre?Mai intai, ce este dragostea? Dragostea e ca un vis. Ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa visezi ceva atat de frumos, incat dupa ce te-ai trezit sa incerci sa adormi la loc, sa-ti continui visul? Dar ai reusit sa continui visul? NU. Doar dragostea adevarata apare o data, e unica, nu vine de doua ori. Dragotea te schimba. Asa e? Parca vezi lumea cu alti ochi. Vezi lucruri minunate pe langa care treceai poate zilnic si nu le vedeai. Lumea e mai buna, florile miros parca mai tare, pasarile canta mai frumos. Parca esti in extaz! Dragostea e cel mai puternic drog!&lt;br /&gt;Acum sa revenim la intrebarea noastra… Din cultura mea generala stiu asta: in Evul Mediu, cei de vita nobila, cu inalte pozitii in societate, se casatoreau doar pentru bani, pentru a obtine o pozitie si mai inalta in piramida ierarhica, pentru a se face pace intre doua popoare aflate in razboi. Casatoria insemna sa castigi ceva material, nu sa te faca fericit, sa te simti implinit. Nu conta daca te iubeai cu jumatatea. Cred ca exista dragoste doar la cei saraci, la taranii care munceau pentru cei de mai sus. Aici nu aveai ce castiga material de pe urma unei casatorii, poate doar o palma de pamant.&lt;br /&gt;Cand era mama fata tanara, si umbla dupa baieti… Baiatul placea o fata, se indragostea de o fata, cu calitati, cu defecte, insa ea era perfecta pentru el, la fel si in cazul fetelor. In zilele noastre, baietilor ce le place? Normal, fete, insa rar exista dragoste. La o fata iti plac: ochii, buzele senzuale, sanii mari si rotunzi, abdomenul plat, posteriorul… Fata este vazuta ca… un lucru care te satisface doar cand intretii un act sexual. Da fetelor, asemanator e si la voi Baiatul trebuie sa aiba masina, bani… sa fie musculos, si, stiti voi, cat mai lunga si mai groasa.&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce vroiam sa spun e ca in zilele noastre de indragostesti de anumite lucruri pe care le are jumatatea, nu de jumatate. Si te intrebi: “este asta dragoste?”. Nu prea mai sunt relatii… te combini cu o fata doar pentru un act sexual, apoi pa pa. Aici nu este vorba de iubire, de sentiment.. iti satisfaci doar o dorinta.&lt;br /&gt;Cam asta cred eu… in zilele noastre nu exista dragoste (sunt si exceptii, normal). Rar mai auzi un “te iubesc”, “esti ingerasul (pisoiasul, iepurasul, pufulete, etc) meu”… asta doare, oare la ce se va ajunge? Te intereseaza doar sexul, nu o relatie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-5246755565323463447?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/5246755565323463447/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=5246755565323463447' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/5246755565323463447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/5246755565323463447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/10/mai-exista-oare-dragoste-in-zilele.html' title='Mai exista oare dragoste in zilele noastre?'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SO--eU3hS4I/AAAAAAAAABU/wrDpYd1d1vg/s72-c/HXBsQr819728-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-2001565409063359210</id><published>2008-10-06T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T06:45:20.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>da...nu am intereseaza:P</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ma Urashti? Problema Ta... Ma Copiezi? Nu`mi Ajungi Nici Pana La Picioare... Ma Iubeshti? Ce Bine… Si Eu Pe Tine... Un Sfat? Nu Te Lua De Viatza Mea... Te`am Amagit? ScZ... N`a Fost Cu Intentzie... Te`am Insultat? Foarte Bine... Meritai... Te`am Jignit Cand Nu Era cazu? Iarta`ma... Ma Invidiezi? Incearca Sa Fi Mai Buna Daca Poti... Ce Fac Cu Viatza MeA? Ce Te IntereseazA? Ai Zis Ce`ai Vrut? O Sa Si Ascultzi Ce Nu Vrei... Ca Sa te Multzumec? N`o Sa Ma Schimb Niciodata... ReA? Cu Cine Merita... Tzi`am Zis Ca Te Iubesc? Am Fost Sincera... Bunul Meu SiMtz? Depinde De Al Tau... CopilArOasa?? Da... Pentru Ca Asha Vreau... MatuRa? Cand Vreau... Prietenii Mei? Cei Mai Tari Oameni... Vrei Sa`mi Fi Prieten/a? Demonstreaza Ca Meritzi... Te Urasc? Mi`ai Dat Motive... Ignoranta? Cand Nu Vreau Sa Vorbesc Cu Tine... Falsa? Doar Cu Unii... Te Deranjez? Iarta`ma, Chiar Nu`mi Pasa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-2001565409063359210?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/2001565409063359210/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=2001565409063359210' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/2001565409063359210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/2001565409063359210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/10/danu-am-intereseazap.html' title='da...nu am intereseaza:P'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-672825413167311742</id><published>2008-10-06T06:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T06:39:12.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in amintirea unui viciu !</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cand se termina pachetul,nu incepe altul nou.O sa iti fie sila de primul contact cu porii imbibati de arderi si scrum.O sa vrei sa tragi in piept,adanc.sa tragi totul in piept.gratiile ruginite ale balconului,buretele scamosat ce se iveste sub materialul albastru,sintetic,in dungi.Sa inhalezi fragmente intregi de beton...sa iti fuga realitatea de sub picioare si sa plutesti pe bucatele de hartie scrijelite cu mesaje grave si amenintatoare.&lt;br /&gt;Si nu o sa mai poti sa-ti amesteci sangele.nici cu nori parfumati de apus,nici cu ultimele raze de soare ce se infrupta lacome din dealul ce urla in acorduri de oxigen expirat.fiecare muscatura topeste plasticul zilei ce s-a risipit printre strazile murdare si din el renaste o lava fumurie.Nu rosie,neagra.intunecata,imbratisand un trup ce nu mai poate sa traga in piept.Se joaca stangaci cu propriile miscari ale buzelor si tese o panza fluida de greata.apoi arunca micile chistoace ale esecului. cu miscari nervoase,tradand furia copilareasca.&lt;br /&gt;Si vrei sa maturi scrumul de pe podeaua creierului obosit.Sa asterni un cearsaf mirosind a tei inflorit peste raceala ce se ridica metalic din podea.Sa iti simti vibrand fiecare vertebra ce se contopeste cu materialul uscat si alb.sa o simti elastica.si respirand greu,sub povara somnului.&lt;br /&gt;Si...e timpul sa nu mai mai prefac.Sa inchid calculatorul,sa las numai veioza aprinsa.sa ma cuibaresc sub plapuma si sa vad ce-o fi si cu romanul asta.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum...acum stiu.Cand acel ceva s-a terminat,nu trebuie sa incep altul nou.Fie ca e vorba de tigari ori sentimente,inhalate,fumate si stinse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-672825413167311742?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/672825413167311742/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=672825413167311742' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/672825413167311742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/672825413167311742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-amintirea-unui-viciu.html' title='in amintirea unui viciu !'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-8276920401471971188</id><published>2008-10-05T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T05:16:00.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiecare persoana e unica!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Posibilitatea de a descoperii o persoana identica tie este de 1 : 102.400.000.000. Privind lucrurile dintr-o alta perspectiva, toate particulele din univers sunt mai putine de 10 urmate de 76 zerouri- mult mai putin decat posibilitatile ADN-ului tau. Unicitatea ta este un adevar stiintific.&lt;br /&gt;Deci, de ce ne-a creat Dumnezeu atat de unici? Pentru ca iubeste varietatea! Priveste in jur - introvertiti si extrovertiti, analitici si emotionali, jucatori in echipa sau individualisti, iubitori ai rutinei sau ai varietatii. Nu exista temperamente bune sau rele pentru slujirea in Imparatia lui Dumnezeu; avem nevoie de toate tipurile de personalitate pentru a ne echilibra, pentru a primi aroma si pentru a duce lucrurile la bun sfarsit. Personalitatea ta va afecta modul si locul in care-L slujesti pe Dumnezeu. Tamplarii inteligenti lucreaza de-a lungul fibrei nu perpendicular pe ea. Cand suntem obligati sa slujim intr-o maniera care nu ne sta in caracter, se vor crea tensiuni, va trebui sa depunem eforturi suplimentare, iar rezultatele vor fi slabe, in cele mai multe cazuri. Domnul te-a creat pentru a trai propria personalitate. Cand esti natural, va fi binecuvantata nu numai familia ta ci si propria persoana, deoarece e placut sa faci lucrurile pentru care ti s-au dat abilitati.&lt;br /&gt;In concluzie, Dumnezeu ne-a creat in chip minunat!!! Haideti sa-i multumim prin ascultarea noastra si sa fim recunoscatori pentru minunata Viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-8276920401471971188?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/8276920401471971188/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=8276920401471971188' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/8276920401471971188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/8276920401471971188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/10/fiecare-persoana-e-unica.html' title='Fiecare persoana e unica!!!'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-4893395428879601845</id><published>2008-09-14T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:47:27.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;....stiu cum e ,si stiu ce-nseamna...stiu k doare,dar k trece!!!well,nimic nu merge asa cum te astepti si nu vei fi impacat cu toate,niciodata,trust me...am incercat sa inteleg,sa ma inteleg,sa ajut k sa pot fi ajutata,but....e in zadar.noi,oamenii,diferim in tot si prin toate,lucru cert,because GOD,nu a lasat lumea la intamplare,si cu un scop.stim cum e frumusetea unui zambet,dar cunoastem si intunericul ce ni-l aduc lacrimile,cu totii!mda,i know,de multe ori ma  intreb cine sunt?cum sunt?ce fac eu?intrebari retorice fara noima si fara sens as putea spune...acum,aici,in momentul de fata,insa cu totii ne regasim la un moment dat pe noi insine,mai devreme ....sau mai tarziu!my life,a fost plina de intamplari,ciudate sau obisnuite?dureroase sau placute?tragice sau comice?whatever,cu totii le avem pe toate,d c sa varsam lacrimi cand putem la fel de bine sa zambim?...my people,me?a simply&amp;amp;strange girl...am invatat sa zambesc cu lacrimi..why?my God,i don't know,poate pentru faptul k nu pot fi pe deplin unhappy,incat sa nu sambesc cu un ochi in timp ce plang.plans?suna dur nu?hai sa ii spun altfel...hmm,lacrimi care curg...dar,de unde vin?unde ajung?pai,banueisc k sunt reactii ale sufletului uman,ale trairilor si senzatiilor p kre cu totii le avem,insa nu cu totii ni le putem arata.unde se duc?se sterg...pentru a putea intelege lumea e nevoie de a ma intelege pe mine insumi,de a-mi intelege dorintele,trairile,visurile,faptele,gandirea si mentalitatea proprie.cu totii suntem sau au fost candva micuti,or not?:-jmi-a fost si mie frig...but,de unde sa stii tu?de ce sa vorbesc despre prieteni?despre sentimente?despre mine?la urma tot eu voi fi judecata,d c?k sunt&gt;&gt; Eu...nop,nu se merita,that's me,mi-e rusine cu multe,dar sunt si mandra in acelasi timp cu ceea ce sunt,Eu?eu chiar ma inteleg,and asta e tot ce conteaza for me!really...frig???maybe....undeva in trecut...cald???maybe...i hope...hmmm,BrB!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-4893395428879601845?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/4893395428879601845/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=4893395428879601845' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/4893395428879601845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/4893395428879601845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/09/whatever.html' title='Whatever...'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-7823994861758467187</id><published>2008-09-14T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T04:17:10.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>capitol inkeiat..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pana mea...asta e! tre sa ma invat o data pt totdeauna sa nu mai inkid okii sa zic k totu o sa fie roz..bleah kiar dak urasc rozu..e o forma de a zice..ma rog cert e k..again it's over! ...cred... Totusi descopar ca sentimentele sunt inselatoare. A fost de-ajuns sa ma ciocnesc pentru cateva minute cu trecutul ca sa-mi dau seama ca mi-am dorit atat de mult sa-l uit incat mi-am inchipuit ca pot sa iubesc prezentul. Si toate astea le realizez dupa bataile inimii. E aiurea de incredibil cum dupa atata timp e in stare sa-mi dea toate sentimentele peste cap... and now i find myself soooo confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-7823994861758467187?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/7823994861758467187/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=7823994861758467187' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/7823994861758467187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/7823994861758467187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/09/capitol-inkeiat.html' title='capitol inkeiat..'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-3365770501840204788</id><published>2008-09-14T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T04:14:48.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking kills..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Comisia europeana zice ca e in favoarea unei interziceri generale a fumatului in spatii publice inchise, fara derogari pentru baruri si restaurante si se asteapta ca toata lumea sa zica "da, mama". toata tarasenia a pornit de la un grec dement care vrea pr si care e comisarul pe probleme sa sanatate al CE. suntem in europa, libertati mai putine, asadar, c'a trecut vremea lui liberte - egalite - fraternite, daaa? ok, asta e europa. dar california, stat participant la tanara dar bengoasa democratie americana? ia uite: "consiliul municipal san francisco a votat recent cea mai severa interdictie a fumatului din intreaga america: interzicerea fumatului peste tot, cu exceptia locuintelor izolate si a curtilor acestora" (evz dixit). din pricina unor proteste, deocamdata povestea e lasata mai moale, in sensul deciziei consilierilor, dar... hello! america!!! wake up! cica esti democratie si-ai o constitutie cu neste amendamente.... d'oh! ARE THEY NUTS??? nu ca's eu fumatoare, dar cum e posibil sa se discute macar despre o lege care sa-mi spuna ce sa fac la mine in casa, cu plamanii mei?! proprietate personala, si casa si plamanii, btw! lumea asta e condusa de nebuni care se iau in serios, pe bune... *****Next day***** Pe pachetul meu de tigari sunt, in continuare, variate vorbe de duh. cel deschis aseara ma avertizeaza, negru pe alb, ca "fumatul poate sa ucida". dupa ce l-am deschis, insa, mesajul de pe cartonasul din interior este cu totul si cu totul altul: Felicitari! Ai facut o alegere buna! au dreptate, sa stiti: fumatul poate sa ucida. era sa mor de ras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-3365770501840204788?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/3365770501840204788/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=3365770501840204788' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3365770501840204788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3365770501840204788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/09/smoking-kills.html' title='Smoking kills..'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-4817002984317007193</id><published>2008-09-13T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:02:29.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vedem.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vedem,simtim,trecem,uitam..peste ce?peste iubire...pentru fiecare reprezinta ceva diferit..pentru mine e un drog..de ce drog?de ce am ales ceva asa de daunator sa reprezinte un sentiment considerat de majoritatea esential vietii?pentru ca au ceva impreuna,ceva ce alte 2 lucruri,persoane,intamplari,amintiri nu vor avea niciodata..ce anume?ceva foarte simplu...ambele te tin high pentru o perioada,dupa care iti revii,realizezi ca ia gresit,realizezi ca te-ai intors la realitate,ca toata fericirea a fost doar de moment..asadar,de ce iubim?ca sa ne drogam printr-o metoda „legala”?ca sa ne amagim?ca sa simtim fericirea,fie ea si efemera...are pana si aceleasi efecte ca un drog:intai esti fericit,plutesti,visezi,faci planuri..apoi: pac,te trezesti singur,dezorientat,realizezi ca a trecut o perioada de timp foarte repede pe langa tine fara sa o simti,te intrebi unde s-au dus toate planurile si daca au fost reale sau nu..esti confuz,speriat,,nu stii incotro s-o apuci..te feresti de lume,te izolezi pana efectul iti trece..se aseamana,nu?pana la urma ar trebui legalizate drogurile..in definitiv,au aceleasi efecte si consecinte ca dragostea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-4817002984317007193?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/4817002984317007193/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=4817002984317007193' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/4817002984317007193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/4817002984317007193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/09/vedem.html' title='Vedem.....'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-3337296210347481630</id><published>2008-09-12T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:01:18.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teoria papucului</title><content type='html'>Mai nou, au inceput sa ma preocupe papucii...de ce?pentru ca fiecare papuc are o pereche..asa cum ar trebui si fiecare din noi sa aiba..dar cati gasim acel papuc?si au sireturi,fara de care nu poti sa mergi sau care daca nu sunt legate bine,cazi,te impiedici,te lovesti de pamantul rece si dur..ce ar putea reprezenta sireturile/multe..de genu’prieteni,familie,oricine sau orice te ajuta sa treci peste probleme si suferinta...&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare papuc isi are familia,nu?asa ar trebui..asa e scris acolo,in legile nescrise...paradoxal..cati isi gasesc cealalta jumatate in viata? E dureros sa nu ai pereche..nu poti „pasi”prin viata fara ea..imagineaza-ti cum ar fi sa mergi fara un papuc..te-ar incomoda,ai calca stramb,nu te-ai simti deloc in largul tau..mai ales pe strada,sa mergi pe langa altii care au perechea completata...gandeste-te la privirile celor din jur...cat de ciudat s-ar uita la tine,cat de mizerabil te-ai simti stiind ca lumea te judeca si tu nu ai pe un lucru aparent atat de simplu de gasit..still searching for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-3337296210347481630?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/3337296210347481630/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=3337296210347481630' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3337296210347481630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3337296210347481630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/09/mai-nou-au-inceput-sa-ma-preocupe.html' title='Teoria papucului'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-3313087594516352903</id><published>2008-09-11T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:41:20.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STEAUA CAMPIOANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SMmQdTasb4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/QgjZGeSBC3w/s1600-h/steaua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244882074152497026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SMmQdTasb4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/QgjZGeSBC3w/s320/steaua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STEAUA,STEAUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STEAUA este campioana noastra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O legenda ROSIE-ALBASTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Steaua este echipa ce-o Iubim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Langa Steaua de-a Pururi o sa fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STEAUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zeci de mii de suporteri vin in Ghencea sa va vada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dupa marile victori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scoate-ti toata lumea in strada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rosu si Albastru ale noastre dragi culor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;iFace-ti cinste unui neam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Face-ti cinste unei taaaaaaaariiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ref:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STEAUA este campioana noastra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O legenda ROSIE-ALBASTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Steaua este echipa ce-o Iubim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Langa Steaua de-a Pururi o sa fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STEAUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STEAUA este campioana noastra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O legenda ROSIE-ALBASTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Steaua este echipa ce-o Iubim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Langa Steaua de-a Pururi o sa fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STEAUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STEAUAForzza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STEAUAForzza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STEAUA e Oe Forzza STEAUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Forzza STEAUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e Oe Forzza STEAUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Forzza STEAUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e Oe Forzza STEAUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Forzza STEAUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e Oe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STEAUA este campioana noastra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O legenda ROSIE-ALBASTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Steaua este echipa ce-o Iubim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Langa Steaua de-a Pururi o sa fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STEAUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STEAUA este campioana noastra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O legenda ROSIE-ALBASTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Steaua este echipa ce-o Iubim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Langa Steaua de-a Pururi o sa fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STEAUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Inimile noastre bat pentru STEAUA tot mereu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Marea noastra campioana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Iubita de Dumnezeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Stadioanele sunt pline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;De cate ori voi jucati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pentru faima si onoare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Luptatori adevarati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hei Hei Hei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ref:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STEAUA este campioana noastra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O legenda ROSIE-ALBASTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Steaua este echipa ce-o Iubim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Langa Steaua de-a Pururi o sa fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STEAUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STEAUA este campioana noastra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O legenda ROSIE-ALBASTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Steaua este echipa ce-o Iubim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Langa Steaua de-a Pururi o sa fïm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEAUA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-3313087594516352903?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/3313087594516352903/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=3313087594516352903' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3313087594516352903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am invatat sa fiu pregatita sa mai primesc inca o lovitura de la viata, si inca una, si inca una… asa la nesfarsit. Pentru o zi de fericire platesc cu trei zile de lacrimi si suferinta. Stiu ca mereu se va intampla asta si totusi atunci cand sunt fericita sunt fericita din toata inima, dar si pregatita pentru o noua catastrofa.Sunt pregatita sa infrunt rautatile oamenilor, sunt pregatita sa plang din nou, sa fiu mintita, sa mint, sa urasc si sa injur. Sunt pregatita sa renunt la tot si sa iubesc si mai mult. Sunt pregatita sa rad si sa ma bucur, iar apoi sa sufar si sa pierd prieteni. Sunt pregatita sa-i inteleg pe toti, dar si mai pregatita sa nu ma inteleaga nimeni. Sunt pregatita sa acord a 99-a sansa persoanei care mi-a gresit si sunt pregatita sa nu mi se ierte nicio greseala.Sunt pregatita sa fac rau si astept sa mi se faca rau. Sunt pregatita sa va iubesc si sa va urasc pe toti. Invat sa pierd mai mult decat castig si sa ma imbat cu un gram de fericire. Am invatat deja ca pentru bucurii platesti cu lacrimi, iar dupa lacrimi primesti bucurii. Mai am multe de invatat, dar sunt pregatita sa va infrunt pe toti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-5861657975374693875?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/5861657975374693875/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=5861657975374693875' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/5861657975374693875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/5861657975374693875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunt-pregatita.html' title='Sunt pregatita...'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-99148942430414350</id><published>2008-09-10T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:28:53.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Iubesc Steaua!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Da!Iubesc Steaua!O iubesc sh nu imi e frica sa o spun...o iubesc mai mult dekt orice pe lumea asta si nu imi pare raw...chiar daca lumea ma considera o ciudata si o obsedata nu imi pasa pt ca stiu ca o iubire atat de profunda pt o echipa este foarte complexa si doar unii au privilegiul de a avea parte de ea...o iubire pt o echipa care ma face sa zambesc si in cele mai grele clipe si care mi-a ridicat moralul de foarte multe ori...acea echipa care mi-a "furat" inima,colorand-o in 2 culori care ma umplu de fericire,facandu-mi okii sa straluceasca doar la privirea lor...de ce?de ce tocmai ea,Steaua...si nu altcineva...o intrebare pe care mi-am pus-o si eu dar al carui raspuns nu il pot explica...de aceea..pt ca merita...nu poti intelege acest sentiment decat daca l-ai trait...&lt;br /&gt;pt multi pare un lucru absurd,pueril,o prostie...insa pt mine este cel mai de pret lucru de pe lume...un lucru pt care mi-as da si viata fara niciun regret...in momentele dificile doar gandindu-ma la "ea"...ma simt mai bine...ma simt fericita..totodata cele mai frumoase clipe si cele mai multe bucurii mi le-a daruit aceasta echipa..care a devenit o parte din mine...singurul lucru pe care mi-l doresc fiind sa fiu alaturi de ei...la bine si la greu...sa ne bucuram sau sa plangem impreuna....sa traiesc alaturi de ei pt totdeauna in coltul meu de Rai numit "Ghencea"..acolo unde toate visele devin realitate...acolo unde mi-as petrece toata viata fara sa ma plictisesc...acolo unde vreau sa ma intorc desi inca nu am plecat...acolo unde ma simt...la mine acasa...&lt;br /&gt;O iubire care nu are nici iarna si nici apus..care face ca tristetea intunericului si frigul singuratatii sa dispara transformandu-se in clipe de fericire,de vis....este un drog..un drog de care am devenit dependenta...la care nu vreau si nu pot sa renunt..&lt;br /&gt;O iubire eterna...care nu are limite si pe care o voi purta in inima pana la moarte...pt ca nimeni si nimic nu ma va face sa o parasesc..&lt;br /&gt;Te Iubesc Steaua!!...Multumesc k existi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-99148942430414350?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/99148942430414350/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=99148942430414350' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/99148942430414350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/99148942430414350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/09/iubesc-steaua-daiubesc-steauao-iubesc.html' title=''/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-3393053255072489760</id><published>2008-09-03T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:50:50.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ingeri si demoni</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Numeste-ma demon&lt;br /&gt;Aseara am facut un inger sa planga&lt;br /&gt;A nu stiu cata oara&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ce mi se intampla&lt;br /&gt;Si inca mai visez&lt;br /&gt;Cand fumez si beau si vreau sa ne fie bine&lt;br /&gt;Dar simt ca nu te mai pot tine langa mine&lt;br /&gt;Si te inteleg sau macar incerc sa ma prefac&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca te-ai saturat sa auzi mereu&lt;br /&gt;"Imi pare rau, n-am sa mai fac"&lt;br /&gt;Dar asta sunt..&lt;br /&gt;Probabil asa o sa fiu si peste ani&lt;br /&gt;Sti bine ca intre mine si tine&lt;br /&gt;Nu a fost vorba niciodata de bani&lt;br /&gt;Era doar vorba k intr-o zi o sa ma schimb&lt;br /&gt;Si o sa ma maturizez&lt;br /&gt;C-o sa devin responsabil&lt;br /&gt;Si ca o sa incep sa ma gandesc...&lt;br /&gt;La viitor, la sanatate, la munca, la casa, la noi&lt;br /&gt;La tot ce ne'a legat o data&lt;br /&gt;Si la tot ce ne'am dorit amandoi&lt;br /&gt;Atat de mult nu-mi vine sa cred&lt;br /&gt;Cat timp a trecut, prin cate am trecut&lt;br /&gt;Si mai ales prin cate ai trecut de cand ne-am cunoscut&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb de ce desinul a decis sa ne intalnim&lt;br /&gt;Si apoi ne'a ucis fiecare vis&lt;br /&gt;Facandu'ne sa suferim&lt;br /&gt;De ce inca ne mai iubim?&lt;br /&gt;De ce mai spun ce spun acum si la ce bun&lt;br /&gt;Cand las in urma numai scrum si fum&lt;br /&gt;Si tu pleci pe alt drum&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu am reusit ce mi'am dorit de mic sa fiu&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu avem un fiu&lt;br /&gt;SI mai ales de ce mai sunt inca viu&lt;br /&gt;Cand stiu ca...&lt;br /&gt;Inima mea e a ta iar tu nu o sa mai fi a mea&lt;br /&gt;SI mai ales cand stiu&lt;br /&gt;As vrea ca cineva sa ma bage in mormant&lt;br /&gt;Doamne da'mi pamant&lt;br /&gt;Dar promite-mi&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu o sa o mai vad niciodata plangand&lt;br /&gt;Promite'mi&lt;br /&gt;Ca ma vei lasa sa o vad chiar daca ea nu o sa ma vada&lt;br /&gt;Si fa'o doamne&lt;br /&gt;Te rog sa mai zambeasca inca o data&lt;br /&gt;Mai dai o sansa yo mi le'am risipit pe toate&lt;br /&gt;Mai da'i o viata, speranta&lt;br /&gt;Si mie sa'mi dai moarte&lt;br /&gt;Ia'mi zilele blestemate&lt;br /&gt;Si ingroapa'mi trupul adanc&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma lasa sa plang&lt;br /&gt;Ci da'mi macar 3 motive sa rad&lt;br /&gt;Si te rog doamne foarte mult&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma mai lasi din cand in cand&lt;br /&gt;Sa'i mai ascult, fumand pe fratii Gonzales cantand&lt;br /&gt;Ca sunt singura mea alinare atunci cand inima ma doare&lt;br /&gt;Si ma ustura limba de la atatea cuvinte amare&lt;br /&gt;Si vorbe goale&lt;br /&gt;Pe care le spun fara sa ma gandesc&lt;br /&gt;Ca ma grabesc&lt;br /&gt;Si caut sa las ceva cat timp mai traiesc&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare vers pe care al spun acum&lt;br /&gt;Al spun direct&lt;br /&gt;La fel ca fiecare pas pe care al fac atunci cand merg&lt;br /&gt;Singur...Sunt sigur ca asa mi'a fost scris&lt;br /&gt;Mi'as da toata familia la schimb pntru implinirea unui vis&lt;br /&gt;E trist...&lt;br /&gt;Si tu esti trist daca ma asculti pe mine&lt;br /&gt;Copile&lt;br /&gt;Fa ceva sa'ti fie macar tie mai bine&lt;br /&gt;Si nu'ti fa griji&lt;br /&gt;Daca vei pierde tot ce ai adunat o viata&lt;br /&gt;Iti las un loc de veci langa poetii morti&lt;br /&gt;Dar inca in viataInvata!&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu'ti pastrezi sufeltul in gheataIesi in fata&lt;br /&gt;Caci la sfarsit e doar un cimitir sï multa ceata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-3393053255072489760?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/3393053255072489760/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=3393053255072489760' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3393053255072489760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3393053255072489760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/09/ingeri-si-demoni.html' title='ingeri si demoni'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-4046711603847320730</id><published>2008-09-03T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:52:51.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sinuciderea unui inger</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ingerul care avea grija de mine azi s-a sinucis impins de efectul de catarsis, aplicat celor ce vor sa faca bine, am ramas doar eu si diavolii din mine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Toate au ajuns in raiul ingerilor, eu am ramas in infernul demonilor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Sunt gata de lupta pana la ultima reduta, n-o sa pic usor, sunt pregatit ca o bruta; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ma intreb totusi de ce a facut asta, de ce numai credea ca poate rezista; Pot fi multe motive, dintzii inclestatzi, ingerii nu-si mai primesc aripile, sunt asasinatzi;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Va trebui mai multzi Iisusi crucificatzi, sa spele muntele de pacate ale altor fratzi; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vad in intuneric stralucind feeric bestial, imi feresc fatza dar imi risc viatza, vreau ca ceatza sa dispara, piei din fatza mea satana, sunt prea orb sa ma pot transforma in stana, mai bine lasa sa mai treaca putin timp, poate te scutesc de un efort inutil;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Vad negru am uitat lumina astept cu fruntea sus sa cada cortina;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Stand cu pumnii stransii in continuare si sper sa ma pot reintalni cu al meu inger;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Alt inger mort, alt clopot mut, fara mult efort am sa ma duc, intr-o viatza sau intr-o secunda, e prea mica diferentza si nu ma incanta, alt inger mort alte aripi frante, lasatzi Heruvimii totzi sa cante; S-a mai dus unu drintre fratzi, s-a mai stins o lumina nu aplaudatzi :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ingerul tau se ascunde cand raul iese la suprafatza, dar sufletul tau raspunde la un graunte de bine in viata, bun sau rau simple concepte, tu sau eu traim dupa percepte compuse in zeci de legi de ticve destepte; pur in esentza dar poate jur in dementza dau coate, dur in prezentza, dar frate juriului cer clementza , mi-asum propriilor fapte, nu-s toate bune, nu-s multe rele, nimeni nu poate spune, pune frane pe a mea piele;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; pe toate le-am simtit si am fost piedepsit cand am mintzit, mi-am pandit sufletul ingerul adoarme, pe urma demonul s-a trezit, dualitatea e fireasca, unele suflete ucid ca sa traiasca; unii traiesc ca sa iubeasca, cunosc fete care iubesc ca sa traiasca, dualitatea e fireasca, totusi omul mileniului 3 nu vrea s-o recunoasca; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Batzi la poarta raiului cu focul iadului, in atrii si ventricole esthi in fatza patului, dupa multe patimi si pericole intinzi aripi albe sa te treaca haul; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mintzile slabe aleg sa mearga acolo de unde pleaca raul, ajuns jos realizezi ca la testul final ai raspuns prost, merita chestiile lumesti sa le platesti, tu l-eai spus cost; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sfintzii prin ceremonii postum, in cer devin mituri, un bal mascat, demoni in costum de inger conduc spiritul, nu te lasa invins de rau dar nici cuprins de bine, nici tu nu te cunosti, candva vei fi surprins de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alt inger mort, alt clopot mut, fara mult efort am sa ma duc, intr-o viatza sau intr-o secunda, e prea mica diferentza si nu ma incanta, alt inger mort alte aripi frante, lasatzi Heruvimii totzi sa cante; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S-a mai dus unu drintre fratzi, s-a mai stins o lumina nu aplaudatzï :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-4046711603847320730?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/4046711603847320730/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=4046711603847320730' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/4046711603847320730'/><link rel='self' 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Paler a scris unele...&lt;br /&gt; Definitia dragostei : Vino, sa pot regasi drumul spre mine!&lt;br /&gt;Definitia cicatricelor: Cand doare cicatriceane doare rana vechesau faptul c-am uitat-o?&lt;br /&gt;Definitia despartirilor : Nu stiam ca floarea amara a singuratatiiare daca o atingi pe obrazSunetul unor pasi care pleaca.&lt;br /&gt;Definitia nenorocului : Sunt drumuri ce ne cauta demult.Si-ajung la noi când noi suntem plecatiÎn cautarea lor pe alte drumuri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-8605952875195491168?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/8605952875195491168/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-6113264651510939463</id><published>2008-09-02T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:07:18.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>;))))))))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;barbat frumos + femeie frumoasa = Sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;barbat frumos + femeie nasoala = idiotule!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;barbat urat + femeie frumoasa = bani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;barbat urat + femeie nasoala = disperare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;barbat tanar + femeie tanara = Dragoste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;barbat tanar + femeie in varsta = mama!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;barbat in varsta + femeie tanara = bani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;barbat in varsta + femeie in varsta = amicitie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;barbat motivat + femeie motivata = insomnie a vecinilor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;barbat motivat + femeie obosita = viol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;barbat obosit + femeie motivata = frustrare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;barbat obosit + femeie obosita = sforait + insomnie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-6113264651510939463?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/6113264651510939463/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=6113264651510939463' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/6113264651510939463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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schimbat oamenii in general. Pare ca ne indobitocim pe zi ce trece, ca natiune, suntem din ce in ce in ce mai superficiali si increzuti.Dar nu de asta vreau sa vb, ci despre o categorie clar determinata: Baietzasii de bani gata care tot circula prin cluburile de fitze din buc si se cred mari conquistadori daca isi iau si ei o masa si cateva sticle de sampanie. Baietzii care afiseaza fetele care danseaza cu ei in club ca pe un trofeu, baietzii care nu stiu sa se puna in valoare decat prin kitsch, tzoale de firma, rolexuri, si fitze-n cap...Smecherasii astia cred ca pot avea femei cu gramada doar daca iau o masa intr-un club de fitze si cumpara sticle de sampanie, daca mai vin si cu masina super bengaleza luata din banii lu' taticu care e deputat...gata! S-au transformat peste noapte in barbati adevarati! Abia cand vin la tine si incep sa indruge cateva cuvinte, iti dai seama ca tot luxul lor e inutil, ba chiar penibil in combinatie cu goliciunea din creierul lor! De fapt, ei chiar reusesc sa "agatze" cateva d-soare, dar...numai proastele, c****** si interesatele pot "pune botul" la asa ceva! Si se merita unii pe altii, ce-i drept...bogatanul prost cu c**** .Nu mai exista ideea de a fi galant, de a atrage o fata prin ceea ce stii sa spui si sa faci, nu prin embleme , adaosuri si smechereala de ultima spetza. Tu tre sa fii smecher, dom-le! Tre sa mergi pe strada cu 180 la ora, tre sa nu cumva sa dai prioritate pe trecerea de pietoni, sa calci lumea daca travereseaza regulamentar, ca apoi te scoate vreo plila bazata de-a lu' taticu'. Sa nu mergi cu ratb-ul/metroul ca iti strici pantofii de manelar veritabil sau nike-urile pe care oricum dansezi manele...Tre sa-ti cumperi numa tzoale din mall... Vb Parazitilor: "Cumperi toale de firma false, bagi mecla in MallAi un Seria 5, iti pute botul plescai Mentol,Mor femeile dupa tine, fa ti un controlCap de bivol vad ca tu n ai rude ai stolSi o sa mi aduc in pistol munitia de razboi lapaintballEsti parvenit dai cu banii in lautari Esti un c***t retardat care sta pe "Guggle"Joaca table râgâie cand da dubleCanta "O viata mea" cand e plimbat in dubeEsti un porc posesor de casa de discuri...,"S-asa mai departe, cam asta ar fi, in mare, descrierea "Jmecherului tipic da Bucuresti" care se crede mare Don Juan si de care mi-e tare scarba...Din fericire, viata mi-a demonstrat ca, DA!!, mai sunt si barbati care stiu sa abordeze o femeie, stiu sa se faca iubiti si placuti prin inteligenta si spontaneitatea lor. Barbati care au educatie, bun simt, care pot sa discute pur si simplu cu o fata si sa fie interesanti prin simplitate, nu prin opulenta si arogantza prosteasca, nemotivata de vreo actiune mareatza pe care ar fi intreprins-o. Ei inca mai pot veni la o femeie si ii pot vorbi simplu, fara artficii si glume proaste, pot si seducatori, misteriosi, pot cuceri prin ei insisi, prin sarmul lor. Asta pentru ca ei nu au nevoie de "accesorii" precum BMW-ul, tzoale de firma din cap pana-n picioare etc, care sa le ofere credibilitate si prestanta cand vor sa impresioneze o fata. NU!, pentru ca ei stiu ce vor si stiu ce sa faca atunci cand vor sa cucereasca o femeie, stiu ca o femeie valoroasa, o femeie adevarata prefera un barbat care sa fie el insusi, sa fie sincer, surprinzator prin inteligenta si sarmul sau, nu prin ceea ce are, ci prin ceea ce este! Pacat ca acesti barbati sunt mult prea putini. Pacat ca nu se inmultesc si ei ca ciupercile dupa ploaie, precum acesti "baietzasi de bani-gata"!!! Asa ca, fetelor, aveti grija ce fel de persoana doriti sa aveti langa voi: Smecherasul cu o tona de gel in par, freza facuta in toate partile, dar fara vreun pic de creier...SAU Barbatul capabil, care stie ce vrea si stie cum sa obtina ceea ce vrea, sarmant, atrage prin inteligenta sa si prin felul lui de a se comporta, poate fara tzoale de firma ultimul racnet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-1037405688544683928?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/1037405688544683928/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=1037405688544683928' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/1037405688544683928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/1037405688544683928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/09/faeri-care-se-cred-don-juani.html' title='FAERI care se cred Don Juani...'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-5326457546797721680</id><published>2008-09-02T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:04:03.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un alt "lup singuratic"....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cludiaisthebest.hi5.com/friend/profile/displayJournalDetail.do?ownerId=107862298&amp;amp;journalId=44253372" name="&amp;amp;lid="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Constat ca de cate ori cineva vrea sa scuze grosolaniile unuia zice: "Cel putin e sincer". De parca sinceritatea ar fi o calitate in sine si n-ar exista si sinceritati gretoase de care se folosesc marlanii pentru a fi marlani si toapele pentru a fi toape. S-ar putea vorbi chiar de un "TUPEU AL SINCERITATII", care te face sa regreti ca nu mai sunt multi "ipocriti" capabili sa nu confunde sinceritatea cu lipsa celor 7 ani de acasa.Dincolo de asta...Vreau sa-mi spun parerea despre ceea ce in Romania e considerat pesimism...Citind Octavian Paler de curand...am ramas marcata de viziunea lui asupra vietii, in care ma regasesc total. Octavian Paler era un om "pesimist", s-ar spune, un om care analiza totul din jurul sau, un om care detesta tupeistii si oportunistii si admira substanta, valorile si viata. Si...apropo de acesta capacitate de a vedea lucrurile exact asa cum sunt, fara a te amagi, pe tema asta as vrea sa reproduc cateva vorbe ale scriitorului:Stiu ce impresie proasta face pesimismul in Romania.Cum stiti, pesimismul e la noi , un fel de boala rusinoasa, de genul bolilor venerice. Cine, pe malurile Dambovitei, ar fi dispus sa admita, ca , uneori, disperarea, e o forma de speranta? Practic, un singgur pesimist e acceptat in Romania: Schopenhauer. Celebritatea lui intimideaza orice obiectie. In rest, toti pesimistii sunt detestati la noi. Le lipseste putin "umor", pacat care nu poate fi trecut cu vederea intr-o tara unde, din orice nenorocire se poate extrage un banc. In Romania, optimismul e o reteta de succes garantata. Nu e nevoie sa-ti bati capul pentru a da explicatii raului. E suficient sa spui: "Eu sper ca maine va fi mai bine decat azi." Vei fi considerat imediat un om serios. Pe cand, unul ca mine, are "umori negre", e o "bocitoare".N-ar fi cazul sa ne punem problema ca placerea bascaliei si deprinderea de a face haz de necaz ne-au stimulat, poate, sa nu luam nimic in serios, sa fim ceea ce as numi "popor meteorologic", prea "sensibil" si prea atent la directia din care sufla vantul?Daca am fi avut sentimentul tragicului, am fi dat, probabil, culturii niste tragedii, dar nu i-am fi dat ocazia lui Caragiale sa-si manifeste geniul. Am fi avut mai putini "destepti" . Dar nu cumva punem, in locul explicatiilor, scuze? La noi, in loc sa moara, Hamlet s-ar fi dus cu amicii la o bere sa uite de dilemele lui.Pesimismul meu este modul meu de a nu accepta sa judec normal o anormalitate, spunea Paler. Si mare dreptate avea. Insa aproape nimeni nu isi mai permite "luxul" de a fi sceptic si pesimist, ca "nu da bine". Eu voi continua sa fiu asa, pentru ca niciodata nu mi-a stricat sa despic firul in 4, in 14 sau in 100, niciodata nu mi-a stricat sa fiu sceptica...ba chiar mi s-a demonstrat ca aveam motive. Si niciodata nu-mi va strica sa fiu "pesimista", adica sa vad realitatea asa cum e si sa nu-mi vand vise, pt ca optimismul nefondat duce la nefericire.Si, inchei tot cu o afirmatie a lui O. Paler: Tot ce indrug aici suna a justificare pentru gandurile mele proaste. Va asigur, totusi, de doua lucruri. Sunt sincer cand socotesc imorala fuga de ingrijorari prin optimism circumstantial si oportunist.Romania are nevoie in clipa de fata de cati mai multi "pesimisti" onesti, care sa contracareze oportunismul celor care mimeaza optimismul in orice conditii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-5326457546797721680?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/5326457546797721680/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=5326457546797721680' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/5326457546797721680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/5326457546797721680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/09/un-alt-lup-singuratic.html' title='Un alt &quot;lup singuratic&quot;....'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-7325215291294745060</id><published>2008-09-02T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:00:03.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fericirea unui orb...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cu totii trecem prin viata cu ochii inchisi. Ne temem de a deschide ochii, ne temem ca ceea ce vom vedea ne va schimba radical. Ne temem ca acest confort olimpian in care ne complacem se va zdruncina. Cel ce ar infrunta viata cu ochii deschisi ar da dovada de inconstienta. Vazand ceea ce il inconjoara, ar ramane pe veci socat de murdaria acestei lumi. Ar incerca atunci sa revina la starea de pasivitate, insa ar realiza ca alegerea facuta este ireversibila. Vazand ca nu exista cale de intoarcere, si-ar indrepta privirile spre semenii lui. Poate, daca am deschide cu totii ochii, am putea salva aceasta lume. Dar oamenii, inchisi inca in propriile lumi l-ar exclude din grupul lor, vazand in el doar un nebun ce ar putea periclita linistea societatii lor... De multe ori m-am intrebat ce e fericirea.. poate ca am intalnit-o dar daca am trecut prin viata cu ochii inchisi, normal ca nu am vazut-o..Eu cred ca FERICIREA e doar un termen, un cuvant din vocabular. E o stare imposibil de atins.O stare imposibil de simtit... Ca sa fii fericit trebuie sa ai o viata perfecta. Sa fii implinit cu tine insuti... Intr-o societate imperfecta in care omul e imperfect cum ai putea sa fii tu multumit de tine insuti? Sa nu iti reprosezi niciodata k a trecut timpul pe langa tine fara sa lupti pentru iubirea ta trebuie sa lupti pentru tot ce e frumos.. E destul de logic. Omul fiind imperfect duce o viata imperfecta. Iar fericirea in opinia mea exista doar in comuniune cu perfectiunea;)) Cand spunem noi ca am intalnit intr-adevar fericirea e o mare minciuna. Fericirea in sensul ei deplin e imposibil de atins. Ceea ce numim noi acum fericire e ceva temporar ceva incomplet doar o farama din ceea ce am vrea noi sa fie..Aceasta fericire temporara poate fi intalnita pe parcursul vietii Si asta accidental. E singura fericire de care omul are parte.. Una incompleta care mereu ascunde in spatele ei o serie de multe dezamagiri.. Poate ca las impresia de persoana nefericita... nu este chiar asa... pot sa spun doar ca trebuie sa ma bucur de ceea ce am si sa fiu fericita ca am ceva ;) decat nimic.. in fine cred ca am cam luat-o razna si de fiecare data cand vreau sa scriu si eu ceva normal, ajung sa filosofez.. e... asta e nu stiu cat de bine e, pt ca-n viata nu poti filosofa mereu :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-7325215291294745060?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/7325215291294745060/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=7325215291294745060' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/7325215291294745060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/7325215291294745060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/09/fericirea-unui-orb.html' title='Fericirea unui orb...'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-3341159616752897256</id><published>2008-09-02T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:58:14.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragoste cu noi la bai!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Citeam chiar azi in Academia Catavencu un articol despre niste vecini dintr-un X bloc, dintr-o X scara :)) care se plangeau de vecinii de la etajul 1 ca fac dragoste cu tipete!!! :))) Tare rau!!!! chiar m-am distrat citind acel articol!! Suna cam asa: "Stimati locatari(ap.1)... bla bla... aveti grija cum faceti dragoste caci se aud geamate si tipete pana la et.II(sunt batrani si copii in casa)" chiar tareeeee!!!! Raspunsul primit de la locatarii care faceau sex nebun in apartamenul 1, si gemeau, tipau... "se jucau"... ce bine suna cuvantul asta... off... nebuniile tinerilor din ziua de azi :)): "Stimati locatari care nu fac dragoste... suntem noi, cei de la ap.1, care facem dragoste si am vrea sa va informam ceva ce stiati deja. Ca-n dragoste e la fel ca-n razboi. Adica totul este permis. Chiar si tipetele... dar probabil ca stiati cum se procedeaza in caz de razboi, din moment ce v-ati baricadat batranii si copiii la et.II ca sa trageti linistiti cu urechea..." :))) semnat Locatari games :)) Hei nah... si cu ei acum...cand ii vezi ca au tot felul de bashini in cap... bine... nu toti sunt la fel, dar...exista cam prea multe exceptii... zic eu... Ar fi culmea sa vina la mine o sleahta de vecini, sa-mi spuna ca fac zgomot sau ca-i deranjez cu chestiile astea prea frumoase pentru orice varsta, ca as incepe....nu sa ma isterizez sa stiti, as incepe sa le explic niste lucruri destul de importante pt orice om intreg la minte :)))) bine... as putea sa exagerez un pic :P poti sa sari putin calul cateodata si sa nu fii chiar atat de intreg la minte!!! Dar lucrurile astea mie mi se par necesare... si daca nu pot sa le fac la mine in casa, unde atunci???? sa incep sa ma dezbrac pe strada, sa sar pe prietenul meu si sa facem "nebunii"??? :))) eee... poate se va "implanta" si asta, dar nu intr-un viitor prea apropiat :P cred ca mai degraba in primul meu roman publicat!! Am visat intotdeauna ca sunt nebuna, dar nu as vrea sa exagerez... innebunind si pe altii...eee... c'est la vie!! nu pot sa fac altceva deocamdata decat sa scriu, sa visez si abia apoi sa trec la fapte!! :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-3341159616752897256?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/3341159616752897256/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=3341159616752897256' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3341159616752897256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3341159616752897256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/09/dragoste-cu-noi-la-bai.html' title='Dragoste cu noi la bai!!'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-2042523179458923797</id><published>2008-09-01T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T05:12:44.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORTZA STEAUA!!!!!!~~~~~!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SLvcM_WlCII/AAAAAAAAAAs/R3Jo5MqjxtE/s1600-h/steaua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241024707098380418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SLvcM_WlCII/AAAAAAAAAAs/R3Jo5MqjxtE/s320/steaua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fiecare razboi il ducem c fruntea sus,avem 11 eroi multi adversari d rapus avem un nume vestit ROSU ALBASTRU culori avem sange latin suntem invingatori.... Tot stadionul strig-akum STEAUA tot stadionul strig-akum STEAUA...Fortza Steaua,fortza Steaua hei hei...Fortza Steaua fortza Steaua hei hei....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fortza Steaua hei hei!!! In fiecare minut suntem alaturi d voi c Steaua pana la MOARTE castigati pt noi avem peluza c striga:"Bine-ati venit in infern",iar adversarii d frik nu se mai vad p teren.... Refren:.............. Hey campionii din Ghencea mai sunt lupte d dus avem traditii in spate si numele Lacatus,avem blazonul in suflet si cantam pana murim STEAUA TE IUBIIIIMMM~~~~!!!!~~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-2042523179458923797?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/2042523179458923797/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=2042523179458923797' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/2042523179458923797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony'/><title type='text'>East 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunt momente in care in aduc aminte de lucrurile frumoase din copilarie, iar astazi m-am gandit un pic mai mult la ce ma facea fericit atunci, cand fotbalul la Tanti Coana era in planurile zilei, si aruncatul dupa nuci la fel:P.De fiecare data cand imi aduc aminte de acele lucruri, mi le aduc aminte pe ritm de EAST 17.Nu stiu cat multi au auzit de aceasta trupa destul de veche, insa cu siguranta cei ce au auzit de ea au ramas placut impresionati.Cu toate ca la varsta aceea, adica pe la 6-7 ani, nu intelegeam prea multe, dar ma simteam atat de bine de fiecare data cand ii ascultam.Cu melodii precum “it’s all right”, “deep”, “do u still”, “Someone to love” etc, cu o voce ca a lui Brian, sau o minte ca a lui Tony, caraghiosi in felul lor de inceput, insa foarte seriosi in melodii si mesaje, EAST 17 erau cea mai ascultata trupa a momentului.Si acum dupa  ani buni de la despartirea lor de fiecare data cand ii ascult, reusesc a ma face sa ma simt foarte bine si relaxat, sa uit de probleme:d.Recomand oricarui amator de muzica a anilor ‘90 aceasta trupa, promit ca nu va dezamagi.EAST 17!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-8678061938801729369?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/8678061938801729369/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=8678061938801729369' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/8678061938801729369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/8678061938801729369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/08/east-17.html' title='East 17'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-3674774307601541814</id><published>2008-08-04T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T04:41:03.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fii tu insuti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oare de ce exista prietenii adevarati kre apoi te tradeaza?pentru ce iubesti pe cineva ,care apoi te va dezamagi si te va distruge???totul este pentru k ascultam ceea ce ne spune inima.doar k uneori e bine sa mai ascultam si ce spun cei din jur,atata timp kt nu sunt dusmani...dar dak ma gandesc bine,in ziua de azi,cine nu iti este dusman?dekt in Dumnezeu poti sa ai incredere,pana si umbra ta este inselatoare,ea se vede altfel din fiecare unghi..fiecare are posibilitatea de a alege,de a se face inteles si crezut,insa nu toti sunt de acord cu noi..si suntem priviti apoi de cei din jur k niste ciudati,dar pt ce????faptul k te gandesti de mai multe ori inainte de a lua o decizie,nu inseamna  k esti ciudat,sau fitzos........astia sunt cei pe care ii consideri prieteni si care pe la spate te tradeaza in cel mai rau fel:(:(dar trebuie sa ai putere sa treci peste tot,pt k viata iti rezerva multe surprize...spun toate aceste lucruri pt k zilele trecute am fost profund dezamagita de prietena mea cea mai buna,dar am trecut peste cu ajutorul altor persoane:D:DNICIODATA SA NU RENUNTI LA CEEA CE ESTI DOAR PENTRU A LE FACE PE PLAC ALTORA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-3674774307601541814?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/3674774307601541814/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=3674774307601541814' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3674774307601541814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3674774307601541814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se priveau intens?erau doar ei doi?nimeni nu mai exista pt ei.Camera era plina de o atmosfera de iubire?pasiune?amestecate cu inocenta din ochii ei.Il fascinau?acei ochi caprui?culoarea maronie?ascundeau in ei multa puritate?incoenta unui copil...liniste, dar si multa agitatie?si suferinta.Stia cand era suparata?.stia cand era fericita.Dintr-o singura privire?stia tot ce e in sufletul ei.Ii era frica sa o atinga?parea asa fragila?stand in fata lui, cu parul desfacut, presarandu-i-se pe spate precum niste valuri de matase.Si parul?.avea aceeasi nuanta de maroniu linistitor?era fin?si matasos, ca o chemare la mangaiere.Imbracata intr-un halat din satin, de culoare neagra, statea in fata lui, privindu-l ca pe cel mai maretz lucru pe care il vazuse vreodata.Avea o privire ce exprima dorinta?multa dorinta ascunsa multa vreme?exprima iubire?o iubire sincera?dar si frica.Isi dorea din tot sufletul sa faca in asa fel, incat frica ei sa dispara?pt totdeauna.Sa o duca intr-o lume, in care sa fie cea mai fericita.Departe de rautatile celorlalti?doar ei doi?iubindu-se.I-a pus mana pe obraz?avea un obraz fin?mirosind a prospetime.Ii adora parfumul?ea a inchis ochii, lasandu-se dusa de senzatia placuta a atingerii lui.I-a dat un sarut?unul scurt?astfel incat sa ii simta gustul dulce al buzelor?simtea ca pluteste langa ea.Se simtea mare si puternic?se simtea protector.Asta si era?protectorul ei.A imbratisat-o?strangand-o la pieptul sau?.facand-o sa se simta in siguranta.Au inceput sa se sarute?mainile ei catifelate, se plimbau lenese pe spatele lui?facand dorinta sa creasca.A inceput incet, sa ii dea jos halatul de pe un umar?sarutand-o gingas pe gat, mergand spre umar.Ea a scos un geamat usor de placere?a facut asa si cu cealalta parte?.ramanand complet goala?in fata lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-3630385270832395440?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/3630385270832395440/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=3630385270832395440' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3630385270832395440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/3630385270832395440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/07/iubiresi-atat.html' title='Iubire...si atat'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SJIgmf4MBWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IhPCx53Rpwc/s72-c/satin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-5561062583247751605</id><published>2008-07-30T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:22:49.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TE URASC!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Incep sa te urasc pt ca m-ai umplut de vicii.fumez clipe k si cum as fuma sentimente,beau vise ca si cum as bea sperante..tu m-ai facut sa urasc viata si tot ce are legatura cu ea.tie iti datorez clipele desarte in care am asteptat sa apara ceva mai bun in viata mea.in tine am avut incredere si am sperat ca nu o sa ma parasesti.dar si tu la randul tau te'ai dovedit a fi doar un vis trecator in viata mea lipsita de importanta.datorita tie am invatat sa urasc si iti multumesc pt acest sentiment..m-ai facut sa imi pierd speranta in orice si oricine si atunci cand  totul era mai frumos in viata mea...de aceea tin sa-ti multumesc pt ca m-ai invatat sa urasc cu toata fiinta mea..akm datorita tie nu mai pot avea incredere in nimeni:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-5561062583247751605?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/5561062583247751605/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=5561062583247751605' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/5561062583247751605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/5561062583247751605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/07/te-urasc.html' title='TE URASC!!!'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-7491960209487026538</id><published>2008-07-28T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T05:48:48.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cel mai frumos vis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se intampla in viata sa iubesti dar sa fii ranit … iti iei viata de la capat, vrei sa uiti tot, dar amintirile sunt mereu in inima ta amintindu-ti ca iubirea este cel mai frumos lucru care te poate condamna la suferinta .Acum e tarziu sa mai adaug ceva la tot ce a fost frumos … s-au depanat atatea amintiri, atatea ganduri frumoase, atatea clipe minunate intr-un timp asa de scurt incat mi-a amutit gandul printre lacrimi.Am colindat cu tine printre imagini pline de frumusete, imagini asa de placute pe care nu am cum sa le uit vreodata. Ma intreb mereu acelasi lucru: de ce trebuie sa iubim atat de mult persoane cu care nu putem fi…. Daca nu suntem facuti unul pt celalalt … de ce ne-am intalnit? De ce a trebuit sa vii in viata mea si sa patrunzi atat de adanc in sufletul meu daca nu am fost alesul inimii tale… De ce sufletul de multe ori ti-l ia tocmai acela care nu are nevoie de el? Oare exista dragoste absoluta? Sau ochii care nu se vad se uita?Cand imi amintesc clipele petrecute impreuna imi vine sa mor de dorul lor. A fost un vis aproape implinit! M-am lasat purtat de glasuri pe aripile amintirilor, ca sa retraiesc inca o data clipa noastra…Imi amintesc primele clipe in care ne-am cunoscut, clipele pe care le-am petrecut … toate acele zile in care mergeam impreuna pe jos pana acasa si povesteam, primele momente petrecute impreuna ca iubiti, nu voi uita primul sarut, clipa cand in brate ne strageam si simteam cum iti batea inima, cum ne alintam si ne sarutam… cat de dulce putea fii sarutul tau… cat de mult imi placeau ochii tai, nasucul tau, gurita ta … cat de mult te iubeam… Imi amintesc tot… acele nopti frumoase, cand ne iubeam amandoi nebuneste la lumina stelelor si ne sarutam ore in sir…cum as putea uita asa ceva… a fost o parte din visul la care am visat o viata intreaga. Pentru moment imi venea sa plang de fericire, credeam ca tu esti persoana pe care am asteptat-o… Am stiut de la bun început ca vei pleca, dar inima mea a refuzat sa creada ca ne vom desparti. Visam alaturi de tine, insa acum mi s-au spulberat toate visele. Nu credeam ca distanta dintre noi ne va desparti. Acum vad cu ochii mintii cum m-ai privit pentru ultima data in ochi … Nu credeam ca ultimul sarut va fi atat de plin de suferinta…Imaginea ta îmi apare in minte de multe ori… apari ca un înger, dar esti mult prea sus ca sa te pot atinge… Te uiti la mine cu blândete, îmi zâmbesti ca atunci, si…dispari!Acum stiu ca esti fericita, stiu ca nu mai insemn nimic pentru tine, dar ma multumesc sa stiu c-a fost candva… ca am trait amandoi in acelasi vis… stiu ca am un mod ciudat de a iubi si arata asta … dar pe mine asta ma face sa fiu mai bun, mai intelegator, sper sa nu ajungi sa suferi asa cum sufar eu…In sufletul meu va ramane mereu acel sarut dulce cu care mi-ai furat inima… Iar numele tau este scris in inima mea el va ramane acolo pentru todeauna … Vei fi mereu o amintire frumoasa pe care seara de seara o sa mi-o amintesc… un gand care va ramane in mintea mea si in sufletul meu o viata intreaga, pentru ca asa cum ti-am zis ai fost cel mai bun si mai scump sufletel de om pe care l-am intalnit vreodata… alaturi de tine am petrecut cele mai frumoase clipe din viata mea…De ce am crezut ca tu esti ingerul pe care mi la trimis Dumnezeu? Ingerul pe care I l-am cerut lui Dumnezeu? Ce te-a facut sa crezi ca nu esti tu persoana care imi apartine? Cateodata noaptea te visez… ca te tin in brate si ca te strang la piept … as face orice sa nu ma mai pot trezi din acel vis frumos… as dormi o viata intreaga pentru ca stiu ca daca deschid ochii si ma uit langa mine Tu nu mai esti … visez ca te voi avea inapoi odata… ca voi retrai acele clipe minunate… in care sa iti mai aud glasul cum imi sopteste “te iubesc”. Visez ca te sarut pe gurita si pe nasuc ca te mangai si te privesc in ochi. Visez ca ne mai trezim amandoi impreuna si ca esti iar in bratele mele… as face orice sa mai retraiesc acele clipe frumoase …O singura data in viata gasesti dragostea adevarata… si asta daca ai noroc… eu am gasit-o! Dar Tu ai facut ca sa dispara !Cand am scris aceste randuri mana mea a scris dupa dictarea creierului si a sufletului caci ochii mei nu au mai vazut au fost plini de lacrimi iar inima mea mai avea un pic si inceta sa mai bata, fiecare lacrima care a alunecat pe obrazul meu, a fost o picatura din dragostea enorma pe care am purtat-o pentru tine. Am incercat sa scap de ele dar au ramas in sufletul meu… Vreau sa iti spun ca ti-am scris o scrisoare cu picaturi de lacrimi din sufletul meu iar cu vantul ti-am soptit-o. Am chemat vantul si i-am spus sa te mangaie pentru ca eu nu mai pot … Cand simti o adiere de vant sa stii ca eu am trimis-o peste rauri, peste munti si peste dealuri de dorul tau, ca sa stii ca eu ma mai gandesc la tine din cand in cand … esti singura persoana pe care nu am reusit s-o uit… desi nu mai suntem impreuna, nu pot sa mi te scot din gand … vreau sa vi sa-mi stergi lacrimile si sa-mi spui ca ma iubesti… sa ma strangi in brate, te vreau inapoi langa mine… dar stiu ca nu se poate…Intr-o zi o picatura de ploaie sau un fulg iti va atinge usor obrazul sau buzele !!!… Nu il alunga pentru ca acela sunt eu … atingandu-te, mangaindu-te, si soptindu-ti cat de mult te-am iubit … Poate odata imi vei auzi glasul si te vei intoarce la mine… sa iti spun acel cuvant pe care in fiecare zi ti-l spuneam cu gandul, cu fapta sau cu vorba. Acel cuvant care venea din adancul sufletului meu… Acea expresie care ma tulbura… Acel …“Te iubesc”…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-7491960209487026538?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/7491960209487026538/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=7491960209487026538' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/7491960209487026538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/7491960209487026538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/07/cel-mai-frumos-vis.html' title='Cel mai frumos vis...'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-854175120123484483</id><published>2008-07-28T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T05:44:01.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suferinta in tacere</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alta amintire….pe holul unei clinici, ma durea burtica tare. Stateam cuminte, cu suferinta inscrisa pe obraji. Pe alt scaun, un copil urla si se zbatea in mainile mamei lui, care incerca sa il mangaie. Atunci am aflat ca exista cel putin doua moduri de a suferi: zgomotos, tare sau in tacere, linistit, interiorizat. Dureri de tot felul….fizice sau sufletesti. Unii sufera in tacere, altii zgomotos. In preajma mea sunt multi oameni care sufera in tacere. Si eu sufar la fel, numai sub privirea scrutatoare a celor care ma cunosc bine se rupe zagazul din spatele ochilor si lacrimile se rostogolesc afara. Se spune ca durerile mici vorbesc, cele mari tac. Oare? Am vazut oameni care urla din rarunchi, se zbat, isi dau foc, se inrosesc violent si vorbesc inghitindu-si lacrimile-toate astea sunt semne ale unei suferinte care le-a rapit linistea. Altii, sub povara suferintei, se micsoreaza brusc si merg timid prin viata, protejandu-si cu mainele goale sufletul ca o coaja de ou goala. Suferinta in tacere are in ea noblete, arata o asumare a responsabilitatii, arata dorinta suferindului de a nu adauga la uratenia lumii lacrimile lui, dar pe de alta parte, erodeaza, sapa, roade si distruge tot ce intalneste in cale: bucati mari de suflet, bucurii de tot felul care se sting in intunericul durerii, prietenii. De cate ori ma doare ceva, spun. Plang. Scriu. Ma lupt sa ma scutur de durere sau sa o transform. Nu ma doare nimic acum, nu va faceti griji, am ales subiectul asta pentru ca in ultima vreme multi prieteni de-ai mei se deschid in fata mea. O intrebare si o privire de-a mea actioneaza ca o lama de cutit care deschide ranile. Dragii mei, ca sa se vindece, trebuie curatat acolo, trebuie lasat puroiul sa curga, trebuie topite si planse toate lacrimile cristalizate inauntru, trebuie sa uram din suflet durerea si sa tanjim cu ardoare dupa starea de armonie si bine, dupa bucurie si veselie asa cum tanjim dupa o gura de aer cand stam cu capul in apa. Numai atunci o sa ne vindecam. Spun asta pentru ca unora incepe sa li se para dulce gustul suferintei, incep sa se identifice cu ea . Ei sunt cel mai greu de vindecat, pentru ca au uitat cum e sa vibrezi de fericire. Sau poate nu au stiut niciodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-854175120123484483?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/854175120123484483/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=854175120123484483' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/854175120123484483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/854175120123484483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/07/suferinta-in-tacere.html' title='Suferinta in tacere'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-5372993697499258487</id><published>2008-07-28T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T05:37:33.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dependenta de suferinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Unii ar spune mai simplu – masochism sufletesc. Totusi nu e o sintagma tocmai potrivita, pentru ca nu e vorba despre suferinta care naste placere (oare exista cu adevarat un asemenea paradox?), ci despre suferinta aceea cumplita din iubire, de care fugim cu totii, pe care nu o dorim nici dusmanilor, dar pe care, din nefericire o traim macar o data în viata. Într-un mod aproape absurd, mi-am dat seama ca pentru mine suferinta din iubire a devenit un mod de viata, de care, fara sa vreau, am devenit dependenta. Nu stiu daca e vorba de cantitate sau de intensitatea ei. Cert este ca m-am obisnuit sa îmi petrec noptile cu ochii în tavan, încercând sa vad dincolo de stelutele fosforescente pe care le-am lipit acum câtiva ani. Nu stiu ce caut, nu stiu ce se afla dincolo de ele. E ca si cum ele, stelutele, ma ghideaza în bezna în care mi se cufunda sufletul ori de câte ori e cuprins de suferinta.Dupa o vara ciudata, în care am pierdut o mare iubire, acum a venit un anotimp al fericirii, atât de asteptat, atât de cautat în lungile nopti de suferinta. Prin nu stiu ce miracol (care tot iubire se numeste) am recuperat ce pierdusem si, dupa zile întregi de agonie, am revenit la viata. Noptile îmi sunt linistite pentru ca pleoapele obosite mi se odihnesc sub sarutul cald al iubitului meu care nu ma lasa sa hoinaresc prin întunericul de pe peretii camerei noastre. Noaptea trecuta, cu totul nepremeditat, am dormit singura (iubitul meu e plecat din oras) si, fara un motiv anume, nu am putut sa închid ochii decât foarte târziu, în noapte. Stelutele verzui mi-au prins privirea si mi s-au agatat de suflet întrebându-ma parca, retoric: „Hei, de ce ne-ai uitat?”. De fapt, raspunsul e simplu... „Pentru ca nu mai sufar”. Si, pentru o clipa am simtit ca ceva e în neregula cu mine, ca, dincolo de toata linistea sufleteasca pe care traiesc de câteva luni, îmi lipseste ceva. Poate e absurd, dar am realizat ca îmi lipseste voluptatea aceea ciudata de a sta cu ochii în tavan si de a simti ca lumea nu are sens fara iubire... Am realizat ca, într-un mod cu totul nefiresc, îmi lipseste suferinta... Gândul mi-a fost însa curmat de o luminita intermitenta, mai puternica decât cea a stelutelor din tavan. Am dus masinal mobilul la ureche. Era iubitul meu... „Ce faci frumoaso? Iar ti-ai lipit privirea de stele?”. Am zâmbit si am închis ochii: „Da... cred ca pleoapele mele au devenit dependente... de sarutul tau.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-5372993697499258487?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/5372993697499258487/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=5372993697499258487' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/5372993697499258487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/5372993697499258487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/07/dependenta-de-suferinta.html' title='Dependenta de suferinta'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-1880470475292055866</id><published>2008-07-27T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:44:35.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>un roman coplesitor....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu, de cand ma stiu, mereu am fost curioasa si am vrut sa stiu mai multe decat trebuia! Sunt o fiinta practica care vrea sa afle tot... Acum aproape o luna am citit in revista "Cool Girl", la sectiunea carti si filme recomandate, titlul unei carti care mi-a atras atentia. Mini-romanul,cum imi place sa il numesc, se numeste: "Jurnalul erotic al unei adolescente de 16 ani". Sincer, cuvintele "erotic" si "adolescente de 16 ani" m-au facut sa imi doresc cartea pentru a o citi! ma gandeam ca este foarte interesanta! D-abia acum 5 zile maxim am gasit-o si am cumparat-o! am citit-o si ma gandeam ca nu ar fi rau daca as scrie cate putine despre ea! iata un mic rezumat: ... .... .... Jurnalul erotic al unei adolescente de 16 ani ...: :.... Prima impresie a fost ca am dat banii pe o carte pur si simplu porno! Dar daca ai mai multa minte vezi ca nu este vorba numai despre asta...Este vorba despre o fata de 16 ani care acum incepe sa isi cunoasca corpul si mai bine spus sexualitatea. Ea este personajul principal iar cartea chiar este precum un jurnal. Melissa,caci asa o cheama, vorbeste deschis folosind cuvinte care la prima vedere mi s-au parut mai mult ca vulgare dar la o a doua privire mi-am dat seama ca aceste cuvinte sunt folosite chiar si de cei carora li se pare scandaos acest limbaj. Melissa vorbeste despre sexul fara sentimente intre 2 persoane si incearca sa gaseasca "baiatul perfect petntru ea" prin aceste experiente.La inceput eram oarecum scarbita de experientele prin care adolescenta trecea dar spre sfarsit am inceput sa prind ideea buna.Sa povestesc putin prin cate trece ea.Ziua Melissa este o fata care o intereseaza scoala,o persoana care are problemele cu care orice adolescent se comfrunta. In schimb, noaptea ea se transforma sa zic asa in femeie! Fuste scurte stramte, tocuri, machiaje stridente si tot tacamul. Printr-o prietena ea a cunoscut un baiat mai mare ca ea cu care a experimentat prima oara sexul oral. Se indragostise de el in schimb tipul nu vroia decat trupul Mlissei nu si sufletul. Asa ca indragostita a acceptat sa fie jucaria lui sexuala si au ajuns sa se intalneasca doar pt a I se darui. Pe parcursul actiunii Melissa a cunoscut multi barbati carora le-a fost amanta.A acceptat multe jocuri la care barbatii o puneau si s-a daruit fara conditii tuturor,indiferent de sentimente. In timp ce citeam vedeam cum tanara fata se autodistruge pe interior...ea vrand doar sa cunoasca dragostea adevarata! Cu aceasta idée a pornit ea pe acest drum. Ea vroia doar sa cunoasca un baiat care sa ii vada pasiunea ce traia intens in ea si sa iubeasca totul la ea,nu numai corpul, cum o faceau ceilalti barbati. Devenise o Lolita care a incercat toate experientele sexulale de la un singur barbat pana la o alta fata! Se simtea atrasa de multi si facea toate felurile de sex cu toti, constienta ca usor se autodistruge. Dar inca nu gasise acel baiat special care putea transforma cosmarul care incepuse sa il traiasca in cel mai dulce vis. Usor a inceput sa ajunga sa isi cunoasca corpul si sa stie ce anume ii oferea placere, usor a inceput sa nu ii mai placa imaginea din oglinda care, la inceputul tutoror experientelor, i se parea o forma frumoasa si era mandra sa se priveasca! Am citit o asemanare care mi-a placut foarte mult. Melissa era singura in padure,era goala de sentimente si fara haine! Alerga spre un castel in care trebuia sa o astepte printul ei! Fiarele padurii erau in sptele ei,o fugareau...insa ea simtea ca trebuie sa scape si sa se indrepte spre o noua carare. Padurea fiind viata in care incepuse ssa se piarda, fiarele erau barbatii care o doreau pt a-si satisface nevoile,castelul era camera in care printul,adica baiatul care ii va iubi si trupul si inima la fel de mult, o astepta.Vroia cu disperare sa scape de toate umbrele mainilor barbatilor care au atins-o... Intr-o zi, intr-un club, a intalnit privirea”printului” de care s-a indragostit! A lasat pentru el toti barbatii, in schimb credea ca si acel baiat ii vroia de asemenea numai corpul. Dupa mai multe intalniri, Melissa i-a propus sa se culce cu el in schimb el a spus ca inca nu este bine,nu este potrivit. In clipa aceea in inima Melissei a inceput sa aibe un loc semnificant acest baiat. Simtea ca a razbit si ca a scapat de intunericul padurii in care traia. Simtea ca printul ei o va curata de toate mizeriile si ca o va iubi, spera la asta. A venit si momentul in care cei doi au facut dragoste! “a fost magic” este parerea Melissei. Cand se daruia barbatilor in general,ajungea acasa cu machiajul stricat,parul ravasit si ochi tristi! In schimb, dupa acea noapte in care ei doi au fost unul, a plecat cu parul aranjat si frumos ca al unei printese, cu machiajul neatinns si cu lumina bucuriei in ochi.&lt;br /&gt;A ales o cale gresita pentru a gasi alesul inimii.A trebuit sa treaca prin experiente urate.A experimentat sexul sub toate formele cauntand iubirea. A fost norocoasa ca a gasit un baiat perfect pt ea pt ca, ma gandesc eu, ca ar fi putut sa ajunga mult mai rau cautand in zadar p cineva a carui existenta este incerta.&lt;br /&gt;Este un roman coplesitor nu prin cuvintele folosite ci prin experientele traite. Melissa este pt mine o eroina pt ca a putut spune lucrurilor pe nume,caci multe fete ajung sau pot ajunge usor in situatia ei...prin romanul ei putem “ scurta mai multe carari” pt a gasi unicul sentiment care nu poate fi cuprins,iubirea.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-1880470475292055866?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/1880470475292055866/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=1880470475292055866' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/1880470475292055866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/1880470475292055866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/07/un-roman-coplesitor.html' title='un roman coplesitor....'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-5920834364131321676</id><published>2008-07-27T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:13:16.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o poveste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;fata s'a pus in pat, cu gandul ca va dormi linistit pana la pranz a doua zi stiind k parintii ei vor pleca devreme si nu'o vor deranja... nici macar nu banuia lucrile ce ii vor trece prin cap in acea noapte, lucruri generate de subconstient... ceasul batea ora 2 jumate cand a adormit, sub o plapuma groasa mult prea mare pentru patul ei de o persoana... in clipa urmatoare (dupa viziunea ei) auzi telefonul mobil de la capul patului sunand... ji-a dat seama k nu a trecut o clipa, ci 3 ore jumatate... da, era 6 dimineata... 6 fix... ca in transa raspunse repede cu un beep... si adormi la loc...apoi se trezi intr-o alta lume, intr-un alt anotimp... era vara si ea era la tzara... merse la terasa la care mergea in fiecare zi, si isi vazu fosta iubit sarutandu-se cu alta... simtea cum sufletul i se rupe in doua, si ca voia sa-si bage picioarele in toata viata asta...in acel moment pasii din sufragerie o trezira... prima oara a realizat k o cunostea pe tipa, si k nu avea cum sa aiba vre-o legatura cu fostul ei iubit... s'a linistit... apoi a realizat cat de mult ar fi durut'o daca acest lucru s'ar fi intamplat aici, in viata reala...usor, s'a trezit si a mers la calculator, l'a pornit, si a inceput sa scrie un post pe blog... ce credeti ca a scris?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-5920834364131321676?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/5920834364131321676/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=5920834364131321676' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/5920834364131321676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/5920834364131321676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-poveste.html' title='o poveste...'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-5509057961292809797</id><published>2008-07-27T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:59:06.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poveste scurta de miezul noptii</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cineva mi-a spus o data o povestioara despre o fata oarba, care se ura pe ea insasi pentru ca nu putea să vada. Ura pe toata lumea,cu excepţia iubitului ei.El era mereu acolo pentru ea.&lt;br /&gt;Fata spunea ca dacă ar putea vedea lumea măcar o data s-ar căsători cu el.Intr-o zi cineva i-a donat o pereche de ochi si atunci fata a putut vedea totul,inclusiv pe iubitul ei.Acesta a întrebat-o:&lt;br /&gt;-Acum ca poti vedea lumea vrei să te măriţi cu mine?&lt;br /&gt;Fata a rămas şocată când a văzut ca si el era orb si a refuzat sa se căsătorească.Iubitul ei a plecat plângând si mai târziu i-a scris o scrisoare spunandu-i…&lt;br /&gt;-Ai grija de ochii mei,iubire…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-5509057961292809797?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/5509057961292809797/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-7688529944248683195</id><published>2008-07-27T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:47:38.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teama</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mi-e frica sa-l iubesc.De ce?!...Nu stiu.Mi-e frica sa-l privesc,pentru ca privirea lui ma patrunde.Mi-e frica de el,dar sufar in tacere,pentru ca el nu observa,nu stie ce simt eu pentru el.Nu vreau sa afle.Mi-e frica de reactia lui.Nu-l cunosc.Nu stiu cum o sa reactioneze,daca o sa afle ce este in inima mea.Nu stiu daca il voi putea uita vreodata.Mi-e frica sa-l astept pentru ca stiu,ca nu va veni niciodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619905995472264575-7688529944248683195?l=laurastelista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/feeds/7688529944248683195/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619905995472264575&amp;postID=7688529944248683195' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/7688529944248683195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619905995472264575/posts/default/7688529944248683195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurastelista.blogspot.com/2008/07/teama.html' title='Teama'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-6502203478997247560</id><published>2008-07-27T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:44:17.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viatza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;M-am trezit devreme azi de dimineata...aceeasi voce...ascelasi trup...un lucru e sigur:sunt aceeasi.Tare mi-as dori sa experimentez senzatii noi....as vrea sa fiu baiat...sa joc fotbal...dar o pot face oricand.Cineva m-a convins ca cel mai important este sa ai incredere in tine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Viatza...'/><author><name>TotCeVreauEstiTu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11488914454306296254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzqvD5Mq1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pzbv5oukheE/S220/DSC00731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619905995472264575.post-8022816348058145731</id><published>2008-07-27T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:34:31.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adevar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sufera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragostea'/><title type='text'>DrAgOsTeA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzpQk-wgDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nHaIu0mjb44/s1600-h/nori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227809738484383794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu7k8zOOfN8/SIzpQk-wgDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nHaIu0mjb44/s320/nori.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DRAGOSTEA este indelung rabdatoare......este plina de bunatate.....DRAGOSTEA nu este invidioasa....nu se umfla de mandrie....nu se poarta necuviincios......nu cauta folosul sau.....nu se aprinde de maine........nu se gandeste la rau.....nu se bucura de nelegiuire......ci se bucura de ADEVAR.......SUFERA.TOATE.....CREDE TOATE........NADAJDUIESTE TOATE.....RABDA TOATE......Acum,deci,raman acestea trei:CREDINTA.......NADEJDEA.........si.......DRAGOSTEA.dar cea mai importanta dintre ele este........DRAGOSTEA......DRAGOSTEA.......este intotdeauna gata sa ierte......sa aiba incredere........sa apere si .......sa indure orice urmeaza..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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