<?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-2909941818385019726</id><updated>2011-12-30T12:59:10.030+02:00</updated><category term='definitie'/><category term='ana blandiana'/><title type='text'>Iuliana Negoescu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-5265253145394689482</id><published>2011-10-01T07:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T07:49:41.362+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iti daruiesc "O viata", cartea mea!</title><content type='html'>                    &lt;b&gt;Intr-o zi vei afla de ce tac cand imi vorbesti. Vei afla de ce ma uit la tine cu ochi mari si fara sa clipesc. Intr-un oarecare timp iti vei da seama ca nu pot respira atunci cand ma privesti. Candva vei stii de ce-am ramas. Vei afla care au fost motivele pentru toate noptile pe care le-am stat treaza, citind sau scriind. Intr-o zi vei afla de ce ma uit la stele atunci cand tu conduci. Vei afla de ce plang atunci cand pleci sau cand ramai. Cand vei afla toate acestea ma vei elibera.      Acum, cand te cunosc pana la ultima incheietura, acum, cand am incredere deplina in tine, acum iti pot citi prefata cartii sufletului meu. Citind, as vrea sa-ti spun ca, la inceput nu am vrut nici o clipa sa raman. Eram atat de diferiti! Cand iti spuneam ca obisnuiesc sa raman in casa sa citesc mai tot timpul radeai. Iti spuneam ca, cel mai mult imi place sa scriu si sa plec undeva unde pot mirosi iarba proaspata, dar tu nu m-ai privit in ochi. Ai crezut ca m-ai citit din a doua clipire a cunoasterii. Acum ne regasim intinsi in acelasi pat, uitandu-ne la tavanul inalt si vorbind despre neanturi doar pentru a incerca sa marim distanta dintre pat si tavan, pentru ca data viitoare cand ne holbam la el sa putem ramane impietruiti mai mult timp, poate toata viata. Iti citesc ca azi-noapte m-am regasit in bratele tale pentru cateva clipe, atat cat sa te convingi ca patul are aceeasi dimensiune si ca in nici un caz nu-ti trec partea ta atat de rigida si instabila de pat. Iti spun, ca sa stii ca, in carte scrie c-am inceput sa ies din casa pentru ca am epuizat toate cartile interesante si nu mai am nici un pic de inspiratie la scris, iar adevarul este ca inspiratia ma cuprinde doar atunci cand renunt la ceva. Aici mai scrie ca ziua mea de nastere a fost timp de 24 de ore, ore care anul acesta au fost cele mai nenorocite: 6 ore am sperat, 6 ore te-am asteptat, 6 ore am plans, iar in ultimele 6 ore din nou am sperat, iar la sfarsitul acestor ore, din care, fiecare secunda mi-a presarat sare pe rana vie, fiecare minut m-a aruncat din colt in colt al casei si m-a calcat in picioare si fiecare ora a incercat sa ma resusciteze, nereusind din toate gandurile si lacrimile varsate, am ramas cu un cadou nemarginit, aidoma unui infinit: speranta. Vreau sa-ti mai spun, din ce citesc, ca, in fiecare dimineata cand rasare soarele, pentru mine ia nastere o noua viata, dar frumusetea lucrurilor, durerea clipelor, suferinta intamplarilor, dragostea sufletului si mirosul de roua, raman aceleasi necontenit, oricat as incerca sa schimb sau sa inlocuiesc unele dintre aceste lucruri.       Sper ca nu consideri ca aceasta carte iti va umezi ochii tai atat de pretentiosi la vedere, caci as dori sa te previn ca s-ar putea sa ti se umezeasca ochii de ras, asa cum s-a-ntamplat de la-nceput. Totusi, iti spun ca exista si posibilitatea, ca atunci cand citesti din carte, sa inceapa mainile a-ti tremura putin cate putin, stomacul va incepe sa te doara arzator, muschii sa ti se incordeze si tendoanele sa te usture de neliniste, s-ar putea ca sa vrei sa bei un pahar de apa si sa nu te mai poti misca, sa ramai pur si simplu impietrit, vei vrea sa faci o pauza pentru a trage aer in piept, dar vei afla durerea fiecarui fir de aer ce ti se va strecura in plamani. Crezi ca exista posibilitatea ca tu sa incepi sa citesti aceasta carte, iar dupa un anume timp sa renunti pentru a citi o alta carte? Te las pe tine sa descoperi, iar apoi mi-as dori, ca anul urmator de ziua mea sa mi-o povestesti si nu uitandune-n tavan, ci privindu-ma-n ochi. Crezi ca ai putea face asta cu ochii in pamant, macar?      Aceasta carte iti este dedicata tie, idealule.      P.S.: Am deschis cartea la ultima pagina a celui din urma capitol, iar ultimul paragraf era: "La aceasta ultima suflare as fi vrut sa fim impreuna, inainte ca eu sa ma grabesc sa fug!"&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-5265253145394689482?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/5265253145394689482/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=5265253145394689482' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5265253145394689482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5265253145394689482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2011/10/iti-daruiesc-o-viata-cartea-mea.html' title='Iti daruiesc &quot;O viata&quot;, cartea mea!'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Olimp, România</georss:featurename><georss:point>43.8838889 28.6058333</georss:point><georss:box>43.8724444 28.5860923 43.895333400000005 28.6255743</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-4717880302090315549</id><published>2011-05-06T00:08:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:08:48.229+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acum sunt numai eu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Astazi este o zi in care imi amintesc. Atat! As spune STOP! Si apoi as incepe cu primul pas. Ce timp.. Cat timp risipit de furtunile clipelor telurice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;E primavara, este luna mai. Au inflorit cei doi ciresi din spatele casei. Ma asteapta un leagan - mi l-a facut bunicul dintr-o franghie si o bucata de scandura si la agatat de o creanga a unuia dintre ciresi, ca atunci cand ma legan sa-i pot mirosi florile toata ziua, toata viata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;S-a facut dimineata. Toata noaptea a plouat. Aici, cineva coseste iarba proaspata, care este inca uda. Stiu ca este fratele meu, atat mai tin minte. Ce dimineata calduroasa. Cred ca as putea sa insir cateva sute de mirosuri ale ierbii, toata viata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Este luna august si este atat de cald afara. Sunt un copil care isi doreste sa fie un ‘om mare’ si chiar daca nu imi dau seama ce inseamna acest lucru, totusi imi doresc in continuare. Vine cineva. Miroase a ceva ce imi place atat de mult, miroase a banane. Cunosc atat de bine acest miros, toata viata... A venit mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ce vara minunata si calduroasa. Am intins o patura langa rau, la umbra podului si stau alaturi de o prietena. Radem si vorbim. A inceput sa ploua cu soare. Ne adapostim mai bine sa nu ne ude. Printre trasnete si picuri de ploaie se aude o voce strigand, toata viata... Este bunica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Se apropie toamna si acum, cand nu mai este aproape nici un miros, ma duc repede la nucul din spatele casei. A mai crescut, dar am mai crescut si eu, iar drumul este lung, inapoi spre scoala. Iau doua nuci in mana, mi le lipesc de palme si strang cu putere sa-mi ramana mirosul lor pe piele, sa le pot mirosi pana la Bucuresti, toata viata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeP7ii85zkA/TcMRUeTIiUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Y8a1ayguxlg/s400/girl%2Bin%2Bgrass.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603341404807399746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Nu-mi place aici in orasul acesta atat de mare. Astept cu nerabdare toate vacantele sa ma pot reintoarce acasa. Aproape in fiecare zi ii scriu scrisori prietenei mele de acolo. Ea este in alt oras la scoala. Nu putem decat sa ne facem planuri despre vacante si despre viitorul nostru ca prietene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;A venit iarna. Am ajuns din nou acasa. Miroase a portocale inca de la poarta. Ma intampina matusa si verisorul. Imi amintesc ca era si fratele meu aici, dar nu sunt sigura. Eu plec sa-mi revad prietena sa mergem la sanius. I-am adus un cadou, iar ea la fel, sa o tin minte mereu, toata viata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;E mai, se apropie ziua mea de nastere, dar mama mi-a spus ca a murit bunicul. Maine mergem acasa. Am ajuns. Ma duc repede la leagan, dar nu mai este, s-a rupt. Acum stiu ca nu voi mai avea alt leagan. Nici ciresii nu au inflorit. Zambesc si intru in casa. E o zi trista, sa o tin minte, toata viata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Acum am crescut, iar in tot acest timp nu m-am mai dus cu acelasi drag acasa. Au trecut veri si ierni pe langa mine fara sa le simt. Primaverile n-au mai fost atat de calduroase. Cei doi ciresi s-au uscat in timp, iar nucul nu mai este. Prietena mea nu mai vine in vacante, nu mi-a mai scris. Matusa a plecat sa munceasca. Eu ma mai duc din cand in cand, dar nu vreau sa-mi amintesc lucrurile in acest fel, niciodata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Azi imi amintesc. Am fost in vizita, acasa, vara trecuta. Era cald, dar nu mai eram copil. Mi s-a parut totul la fel ca atunci chiar si fara ciresi si nuc. Ma astepta bunica. Am iesit in fata portii sa vad iarba verde si mi-am vazut prietena. Am vorbit o clipa, apoi am plecat amandoua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Daca ma intrebati vreodata ce conteaza mai mult pentru mine, am sa va raspund intotdeauna: soarele cand rasare, lalelele negre, mirosul ierbii dupa ploaie, marea si ciresele. Apoi sa nu ma mai intrebati nimic, iar daca mai aveti totusi o intrebare, atunci aceasta sa v-o adresati voua, si sa sune cam asa: “De ce din toti oamenii din jurul meu, am ales tocmai aceste lucruri sa conteze pentru mine!?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-4717880302090315549?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/4717880302090315549/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=4717880302090315549' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/4717880302090315549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/4717880302090315549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2011/05/acum-sunt-numai-eu_5604.html' title='Acum sunt numai eu!'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeP7ii85zkA/TcMRUeTIiUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Y8a1ayguxlg/s72-c/girl%2Bin%2Bgrass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-1469754605733829995</id><published>2011-05-05T23:09:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T23:28:16.848+03:00</updated><title type='text'>N-ai cum sa uiti...</title><content type='html'>Azi nu esti si cred ca nici maine nu vei fi, la fel cum nu ai fost nici ieri. Spune-mi secunda aceea nenorocita sau clipa, spune-mi in care zi si timp am gresit? Unde? Spune-mi sa plec! Razbuna-te si apoi ma poti calca in picioare! Sa ma arunci! De ce nu vezi cat te iubesc?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-1469754605733829995?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/1469754605733829995/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=1469754605733829995' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1469754605733829995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1469754605733829995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2011/05/n-ai-cum-sa-uiti.html' title='N-ai cum sa uiti...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-8436167956828430754</id><published>2010-09-04T03:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T04:19:50.209+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity - Maktub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ne-am regasit din intamplare si mi-ai spus sa raman. Am fost distrata tot timpul. Am crezut ca, ramanand va fi o gluma si ca nu vom face altceva decat sa radem. Am ras, intr-adevar... Cate zile pline de tine au fost. Si nu numai zilele, caci m-am umplut si eu de tine!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   Peste doua zile imi va lipsi mirosul de cafea care ma trezea dimineata. Imi va lipsi numele meu de pe buzele tale cand ma sarutai si imi spuneai sa ma trezesc. Voi simti mereu gustul fructelor pe care le faceam, dimineata, aproape cu ochii inchisi si somnorosi pentru tine. - mi-ai spus mereu ca sunt cele mai bune fructe...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   Cum o sa fie fara tine? Gol! Si suflet si inima si ochi si trup si maini si timp si pat, totul gol, nu va mai fi nimic! A inceput sa ma consoleze adierea unui gand ca-mi va fi normal, asa cum a fost si pana sa-mi spui sa raman. Asa cum era cand visam cu ochii deschisi la un ideal, ideal pe care il caut de mult timp. Un ideal fomat din liniste, intelegere, dragoste, fericire, zambete si o cafea dimineata..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   Au fost multe nopti pierdute in cuvintele pe care le spuneam din suflet, amandoi si atunci de cate ori am vrut sa spun "te iubesc"...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   Imi va fi dor, insa tu probabil nu vei afla asta niciodata... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. Mai tii minte cum m-ai indragostit de Istanbul ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-8436167956828430754?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/8436167956828430754/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=8436167956828430754' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8436167956828430754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8436167956828430754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2010/09/serendipity-maktub.html' title='Serendipity - Maktub'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-3119515307765135507</id><published>2010-06-21T00:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:28:46.903+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sunt lucruri in viata pe care le faci doar o singura data. Sunt momente si clipe care ti se petrec in viata, insa nu ai dori niciodata sa se mai petreaca. De multe ori, cele mai frumoase clipe, cele mai dragi, cele mai importante, ai dori sa nu se termine niciodata. La ce bun? La ce bun toate aceste momente frumoase atat de prefacute? De ce trebuie sa lucrezi in aceeasi incinta cu un coleg de munca care oricum este o concurenta? La ce bun sa stai cu persoane la masa, care maine nu te vor mai suna? De ce prieteni, daca nu iti sunt aproape la cele mai importante momente din viata ta? Si oricum, de ce prietenie cand stii ca oricum se va termina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;     Nu am inteles niciodata de ce un prieten te invita in oras doar pentru a te intreba ce ti-ai mai cumparat, ce ai mai facut, cum a fost in momentul "x", daca oricum nu a fost langa tine. Nu o sa inteleg niciodata de ce atunci cand iti zambeste o persoana o face prima data din politete si dabea mai apoi din simpatie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/TB6UxRvwfAI/AAAAAAAAASc/pfDh5ItUniI/s1600/lonely-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/TB6UxRvwfAI/AAAAAAAAASc/pfDh5ItUniI/s400/lonely-girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484984970482056194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ma tot chinuiam sa inteleg persoanele de langa mine, pentru a le cunoaste mai bine,  pentru a le ajuta, pentru a creea o relatie, indiferent de aceasta. Azi, toate aceste lucruri sunt in van. Nici macar nu ma mai ostenesc sa ma gandesc la oameni. - de ce? - simplu! - pentru ca exista riscul ca ei sa nu se gandeasca niciodata la tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;     Din iarna anului trecut ma tot uit la ultimele 3 minute dintr-un film, mereu aceeasi secventa, mereu acelasi sfarsit. Nu, nu ma uit din cauza ca as vrea sa schimb finalul filmului, ci pentru ca acel final este insusi un film. Parerile sunt impartite: unele persoane spun ca filmul se sfarseste tragic, unele persoane spun ca e un final subiectiv unde se pot intampla multe lucruri in continuare. Filmul s-a terminat, nu va mai avea vre-o continuare, nu va mai urma o parte a 2-a. Eu spun ca finalul filmului acesta este unul fericit din toate punctele de vedere. Nu am sa spun despre ce film este vorba, caci cu o vorba spusa mi se va scurge o picatura din viata, iar voi imi puteti afla slabiciunile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;     Vara aceasta simt nevoia sa calatoresc, insa nu voi face nici o poza pe unde voi merge - nu vreau sa ma intorc niciodata intr-un loc in care am mai fost deja. Acum doua saptamani am intalnit o persoana destul de interesanta - o carte citita, insa niciodata inteleasa. Am avut o revelatie! Mi-am dat seama ca atunci cand astepti un telefon de la cineva, acel timp in care astepti il pierzi. Atunci cand ai cele mai mari asteptari, timpul in care stai si te gandesti il pierzi. Atunci cand astepti sa vina o persoana care nu mai vine, timpul in care astepti il pierzi. Si tot asa...  Trenul, sta maxim o ora intr-o gara, apoi pleaca spre o indepartata destinatie. Se mai opreste din cand in cand in cate o gara mica, cateva minute, pentru a mai cobori din calatori, insa spre acea destinatie indepartata numai tu vei merge. La sfarsit te vei trezi singur in tren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;     Aceste randuri se pot numi, desigur - a merge la coarda sensibila - si ce daca!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Pe 20 Iunie 2010 am realizat cel mai ravnit vis al meu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-3119515307765135507?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/3119515307765135507/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=3119515307765135507' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/3119515307765135507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/3119515307765135507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2010/06/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me !'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/TB6UxRvwfAI/AAAAAAAAASc/pfDh5ItUniI/s72-c/lonely-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-2723759868686930681</id><published>2010-05-27T23:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:09:54.658+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un inceput...in continuare...</title><content type='html'>A inceput cu o comisie de aproximativ zece personalitati :&lt;div&gt;- o poezie, ceva "repede", dar spusa din suflet, un Ion Minulescu transpuns prin mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- un monolog agreabil care, desigur a contat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- a fost si "fabula circului", drama, eram acolo... am vazut cum a murit !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- un dans, un zambet si toata sala era a mea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- cantecul a fost cel mai lung, dar nu a fost deloc ca in "Alba ca zapada"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Desigur, au fost si altele, insa faptul ca erai acolo, te vedeam, erai real - nu doar o imagine inchipuita, m-a facut sa-mi tremure buzele, sa nu-mi mai pot controla mainile. Am inchis de cateva ori ochii, insa erai tot acolo si ma priveai. Erai acolo pentru ca ma iubeai, nu doar pentru dorinta mea de a-ti vedea ochii atunci cand sunt ca tine. Vroiam sa ma vezi asa cum nu ma vazusei decat in flash-uri de imagini trecatoare, flash-uri blestemate, care, pe tine te-au mintit. Nu a fost asa. Nici nu trebuia sa fie, caci nu am vrut niciodata sa fiu cum ai vrut tu sa fiu. Am vrut sa fiu femeia cu ochii verzi care poate sa fie ca si tine - un actor pe scena vietii. Si toate cuvintele si sunetele au fost pentru tine si mi te inchipuiam pe tine in garsoniera aia nenorocita, jucand un rol pe care, desigur il joci in tot timpul vietii tale. O, stii atat de bine ca imi place sa ma joc cu cuvintele, imi place sa te vad zambind atunci cand eu iti vorbesc si cand te privesc! Ce? Ochii mei iti spun altceva decat iti spune gura? Normal, idealule. Cuvintele pe care le spun nu reprezinta decat o treime din ce ar spune ochii mei. Insa numai eu stiu ca acele cuvinte nespuse le-ai auzit de multe ori, aruncate la intamplare, fara sens, fara sa crezi ca eu le-am spus cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au fost multe clipe cand ne-am jucat unul cu altul, imi placea la nebunie sa ma joc cu tine. Te-am si sarutat de cateva ori, saruturi furate, cateodata nici nu observai pentru ca erai atat de absorbit de ochii mei... Si cand ma gandesc la cearceafurile mototolite, la paharele goale de vin, la cuvintele ce le auzeam ca prin vis, erau cuvinte reale - spuse de tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum sunt ca tine. Joc in teatre blestemate. Joc roluri pe care nu am crezut niciodata ca le voi juca si in viata reala. Vad prin ochii tai scena si publicul, numai ca atunci cand ma uit la public, prin ochii tai, ma vad, iar prin ochii mei, nu te vad. Nu esti acolo sa ma privesti, sa imi zambesti si sa aplauzi. Nu esti acolo sa imi dai putere si speranta in continuare. Si nu mai esti nici in camera aceea goala cu tavan inalt si cu un singur pat pe mijloc, sa arunci hainele, sa plangi si sa tragi suspinand dintr-o tigara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/TAX1ewbdYuI/AAAAAAAAASU/6moDKR0HM2s/s1600/Emin-My-Bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/TAX1ewbdYuI/AAAAAAAAASU/6moDKR0HM2s/s200/Emin-My-Bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478054430511031010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/2909941818385019726-2723759868686930681?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/2723759868686930681/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=2723759868686930681' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2723759868686930681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2723759868686930681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2010/05/un-inceputin-continuare.html' title='Un inceput...in continuare...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/TAX1ewbdYuI/AAAAAAAAASU/6moDKR0HM2s/s72-c/Emin-My-Bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-6867172452893610439</id><published>2010-05-06T04:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T05:45:50.642+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Toate intr-un singur an!</title><content type='html'>A fost un an plin. Toate lucrurile s-au intamplat in balans - cele triste si rele le-am trecut zambind, iar cele frumoase si bune, plangand. :)&lt;br /&gt;    Intr-un an atat de 'scurt' am pierdut lucruri materiale ca sa pot castiga fericirea sufleteasca! Anul 20 m-a incercat din greu, dar mi-a oferit intelepciunea, speranta si credinta, pe care le pierdusem pe drum. Au fost momente in care am vrut sa spun oricarei persoane care trecea pe langa mine pe drum cat iubesc de mult, au fost momente in care am vrut sa plec atat de departe sa uit totul, momente in care am crezut ca "mai bine nu se poate", momente in care aveam impresia ca nu voi mai putea sa ma ridic de jos.&lt;br /&gt;    A inceput cu un ideal, iar idealul s-a transformat in ce este mai frumos la anii 20 : dragoste de adolescent - o dragoste pura si nevinovata. Au fost niste clipe...defapt acestea vor fii unele dintre clipele pe care nu le voi uita niciodata! Dupa aceste clipe deosebite, s-a intamplat inevitabilul : am picat examenul la "teatrologie" (zicea cineva). De aici totul a devenit o ceata si un stres continuu in cursul anului. M-am inscris la o facultate ok (ma gandesc acum), insa cu greu m-am convins sa dau cu semnatura pe foaia de inscriere, avand in vedere ceea ce imi doresc. Am cunoscut o gramada de persoane minunate, nu am pierdut nimic. Apoi a fost vestea cu bunica (mama mea), caci m-a crescut. Apoi a fost vestea infioratoare despre starea sanatatii mele, pe care a trebuit sa o suport singura, fara ca familia sa stie (nu am vrut sa-i impacientez). A urmat o perioada mai grea in familie. Dupa acestea a fost un zambet, caci am trecut sesiunea cu brio, caci "10"-le nu se compara cu nici o nota! :D   Ea, prietena mea... dar au trecut 6 luni fara sa mai stiu nimic de ea (am avut un deja-vu intens). Nu are rost sa le enumar, insa au fost un numar destul de 'simtitor' de esecuri - in continuare - care mi-au parlit un pic sufletul. Voi juca intr-o piesa de Shakespeare (vestea aceasta m-a bucurat enorm in acel moment). Dupa aceasta veste minunata a inceput sa ma manance pielea (nu glumesc si nu e de ras) caci mergand la dermato - vestea a fost ca sunt alergica la culoarea negru si nu numai - mi-am aflat toate alergiile posibile, insa la culoarea negru m-a afectat putin! Am continuat mai mult cu gandul decat cu faptele, dar cu privirea in pamant (probabil nu am vazut ce a trecut pe langa mine) - deseori oamenii fac gresala asta, dar si eu am facut-o! Inca o sesiune de lucruri neasteptate si urate a urmat (fara a mai da detlii). Ultima, dar si cea mai recenta a fost boala lui Edo - merg de 2-3 ori pe zi cu el la perfuzie (ce poate fi mai urat si ingrijorator?) - Babesiosa.&lt;br /&gt;    Azi : 6 mai - BlackJack - zambesc la vederea razelor de soare, dar si pentru ca Edo e mai bine, iar prietenul-amicul meu este langa mine (cel care a demonstrat ca poate fi prieten). O dimineata frumoasa si plina de speranta!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    Restul conteaza mai putin! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/S-ItGKZ1QrI/AAAAAAAAASE/7norrb2GiV4/s1600/julie40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/S-ItGKZ1QrI/AAAAAAAAASE/7norrb2GiV4/s320/julie40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467982481476371122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-6867172452893610439?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/6867172452893610439/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=6867172452893610439' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6867172452893610439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6867172452893610439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2010/05/toate-intr-un-singur.html' title='Toate intr-un singur an!'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/S-ItGKZ1QrI/AAAAAAAAASE/7norrb2GiV4/s72-c/julie40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-7859315487016440207</id><published>2010-02-22T01:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T01:13:08.862+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey apple... tot sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="390" height="315.67058823529"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZN5PoW7_kdA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZN5PoW7_kdA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="315.67058823529"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hey apple... tot sunt suparata pe 'Apple', insa cand vad asta, imi trece :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-7859315487016440207?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/7859315487016440207/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=7859315487016440207' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7859315487016440207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7859315487016440207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-apple-tot-sun.html' title='Hey apple... tot sun'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-7863387810938165341</id><published>2009-11-01T02:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:16:28.347+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si caii se impusca, nu-i asa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SuzWl2tcpUI/AAAAAAAAARs/6MkGGm14rHY/s1600-h/caii_13_mare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SuzWl2tcpUI/AAAAAAAAARs/6MkGGm14rHY/s200/caii_13_mare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398925999140021570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Maia Morgenstern&lt;/span&gt; si Compania de teatru D'aya va invita, Marti &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; decembrie, ora &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laptaria lui Enache&lt;/span&gt;, la un concurs de dans : "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SI CAII SE IMPUSCA, NU-I ASA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Comedie 100%&lt;/span&gt; cu : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Antoaneta Cojocaru&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tudor Aaron Istodor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ela Ionescu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Andreas Petrescu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Gabriel Fatu&lt;/span&gt;. Regia: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Chris Simion&lt;/span&gt;. Pentru detalii, accesati : &lt;a href="http://www.daya.ro/"&gt;D'aya&lt;/a&gt; . Pentru rezervari si bilete, accesati : &lt;a href="http://www.bilete.ro/"&gt;Bilete.Ro&lt;/a&gt; , sau la numarul de telefon :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 0727 100 856&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SuzWqxRJHaI/AAAAAAAAAR0/_iUz2yGoSg4/s1600-h/caii_1_mare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SuzWqxRJHaI/AAAAAAAAAR0/_iUz2yGoSg4/s200/caii_1_mare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398926083578469794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-7863387810938165341?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/7863387810938165341/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=7863387810938165341' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7863387810938165341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7863387810938165341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/10/si-caii-se-impusca-nu-i-asa.html' title='Si caii se impusca, nu-i asa?'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SuzWl2tcpUI/AAAAAAAAARs/6MkGGm14rHY/s72-c/caii_13_mare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-3908922566887281479</id><published>2009-10-28T02:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:13:28.307+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"DRAGOSTEA DUREAZA 3 ANI"  de Frederic Beigbeder</title><content type='html'>Duminica, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; noiembrie - ora &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Miercuri &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; decembrie - ora &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laptaria lui Enache&lt;/span&gt;, compania de teatru D'aya, va invita la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PETRECEREA DE DIVORT&lt;/span&gt; : "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DRAGOSTEA DUREAZA 3 ANI&lt;/span&gt;" ! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Cristi Iacob, Adriana Trandafir, Gabriela Iacob&lt;/span&gt; va asteapta sa petreceti si sa vizionati un spectacol de teatru fara prejudecati. Regia :&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; Chris Simion&lt;/span&gt;. Pentru detalii, accesati : &lt;a href="http://www.daya.ro/"&gt;www.daya.ro&lt;/a&gt; . Pentru rezervari si bilete, accesati : &lt;a href="http://www.bilete.ro/"&gt;www.bilete.ro &lt;/a&gt;  sau la numarul de telefon :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 0727 100 856&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SueSo1tq7sI/AAAAAAAAARc/TI87Y7--NR8/s1600-h/drag_dureaza_3_ani_3_mare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SueSo1tq7sI/AAAAAAAAARc/TI87Y7--NR8/s320/drag_dureaza_3_ani_3_mare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397443908737887938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-3908922566887281479?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/3908922566887281479/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=3908922566887281479' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/3908922566887281479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/3908922566887281479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/10/dragostea-dureaza-3-ani-de-frederic.html' title='&quot;DRAGOSTEA DUREAZA 3 ANI&quot;  de Frederic Beigbeder'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SueSo1tq7sI/AAAAAAAAARc/TI87Y7--NR8/s72-c/drag_dureaza_3_ani_3_mare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-3001629351391362058</id><published>2009-10-26T14:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:14:27.049+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"HELL"   de Lolita Pille</title><content type='html'>Marti, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; noiembrie, ora &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Laptaria lui Enache&lt;/span&gt;, Compania de teatru D'aya, va invita la un spectacol de teatru despre &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;droguri&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;viata de noapte&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Antoaneta Cojocaru&lt;/span&gt; (Hell), &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Cristi Iacob&lt;/span&gt; (Andrea), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Ela Ionescu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Sibylle), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Gabriel Fatu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Vittorio), va asteapta sa vizionati un spectacol fara prejudecati. Pentru detalii accesati : &lt;a href="http://www.daya.ro/"&gt;D'aya&lt;/a&gt; . Pentru rezervari si bilete accesati : &lt;a href="http://www.bilete.ro/"&gt;Bilete.Ro&lt;/a&gt; , sau la numarul de telefon: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0727 100 856&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SuzS2D2hKCI/AAAAAAAAARk/VlMCS6weZa8/s1600-h/hell_14_mare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SuzS2D2hKCI/AAAAAAAAARk/VlMCS6weZa8/s320/hell_14_mare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398921879499122722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-3001629351391362058?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/3001629351391362058/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=3001629351391362058' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/3001629351391362058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/3001629351391362058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/10/hell-de-lolita-pille.html' title='&quot;HELL&quot;   de Lolita Pille'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SuzS2D2hKCI/AAAAAAAAARk/VlMCS6weZa8/s72-c/hell_14_mare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-6937900296807730563</id><published>2009-10-21T17:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:02:13.979+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"IUBIRE CONFORT 2"</title><content type='html'>Joi, 22 Oct, ora 19.00, la Teatrul Foarte Mic, Compania de teatru D'aya  va prezinta : "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IUBIRE CONFORT 2&lt;/span&gt;" - un spectacol pentru oameni mari ! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GABRIEL FATU&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OLIMPIA OLARI&lt;/span&gt; va provoaca la "Iubire in garsoniera". Regia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florin Zamfirescu&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horatiu Malaele&lt;/span&gt;. Detalii pe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.daya.ro&lt;/span&gt; . Biletele se gasesc pe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.bilete.ro&lt;/span&gt; si la casieria teatrului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Un spectacol de nota 20 !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-6937900296807730563?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/6937900296807730563/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=6937900296807730563' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6937900296807730563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6937900296807730563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/10/iubire-confort-2.html' title='&quot;IUBIRE CONFORT 2&quot;'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-8533683082099213560</id><published>2009-08-04T03:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:25:56.726+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A IUBI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SnecFwIr8vI/AAAAAAAAARU/m2gkxRnpXlM/s1600-h/Sad_girl_by_Foto_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SnecFwIr8vI/AAAAAAAAARU/m2gkxRnpXlM/s320/Sad_girl_by_Foto_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365929103669850866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Am venit ca un fulger pe lume...nu m.au vrut...si am durut. Cand am deschis ochii mi.am atintit privirea spre geamul larg, prin care se vedea cum infloreau lalelele. M.a zarit soarele cu raze puternice, n.am rezistat, am inchis ochii si.am inceput sa plang. M.au luat acasa nestiind in ce viata ma aventurez. Mi.au cladit un camin. Mi.au oferit jucarii; nu le.am acceptat.&lt;br /&gt;    Am crescut, mi s.a parut incredibil cand am reusit sa fac cativa pasi, apoi am rostit primul cuvant, pocit, nu realizam ce spun: IUBIRE... Aveam jucariile mele, atent alese: poze vechi, scrisori, cateva carti cu povesti si basme. Incet, m.au invatat sa vorbesc, sa citesc, sa scriu...&lt;br /&gt;    Mi.am petrecut un timp lung citind mereu aceleasi povesti fantastice, in care ma regaseam, ma ajutau sa respir, sa visez, sa plang...  M.au ajutat sa cunosc ceea ce insemna IUBIREA, definitia ei; nu traisem sentimentul acesta.&lt;br /&gt;    Imi petreceam zilele si noptile scriind scrisori pentru cei din jurul meu si pentru cei care urmau sa ma cunoasca, inventam povesti cu finaluri triste sau fericite. Atunci am descoperit poezia, ne.dandu.mi seama, punand cuvinte ne.rostite pe foaie, asezandu.le intra.un mod placut auzului, cuvinte care din gura celorlalti, nu erau decat niste banalitati...&lt;br /&gt;    Implinisem varsta cand orice copil crede ca toata lumea ii apartine, atunci cand considera ca se poate descurca si singur si nu.l mai intereseaza de nimeni si nimic. Eu nu.mi vroiam decat lalelele inflorite, razele soarelui si valurile marii... Ii descoperisem pe Minulescu si Baudelaire, de atunci - comori ale sufletului meu, recitam din Stanescu si Baesu, Eminescu si Shakespeare... Cuvintele lor mi.au aratat ce inseamna IUBIREA, mi.au demonstrat ca exista si ca i se poate intampla oricui, inca ne.purtand acest sentiment in suflet...&lt;br /&gt;    Printre frumoasele cuvinte ale poetilor nemuritori, ma duceam la teatru, eram fascinata de comediile vietii din piesele de teatru, radeam, plangeam alaturi de actori...&lt;br /&gt;    Cand a rasarit soarele, l.am privit, fara a mai plange, i.am zambit spunandu.i "Bine ai venit!"; mi.a incalzit umerii cu razele lui si mi se oglindea in ochi. In aceasta zi am simtit mirosul lalelelor si totodata briza marii nesfarsita. Pana in acest timp n.am lasat pe nimeni sa mi se apropie, sa.mi vorbeasca sau sa ma atinga. N.am rezistat prea mult si am iscat furtuna unui inceput; tuna, fulgera, iar picurii de ploaie se razbunau pe mine, lovindu.ma cu putere. Am strigat durere cerului cazand plansa si fara puteri in mijlocul furtunii.. Am rugat liniste sufleteasca si IUBIRE. Am dorit sa stiu cine sunt. Mi.am stors din suflet toate poeziile si cuvintele intalnite pana atunci, ca sa nu mai fiu...&lt;br /&gt;    Am stat un timp singura, privind cum oamenii calcau in balti udansu.si picioarele grabite. Atunci te.am vazut, mi te.ai asezat alaturi si m.ai intrebat despre mine. Cine anume te.a sfatuit sa.mi iei mainile intr.ale tale? Om nevinovat, de ce m.ai privit in ochi atata timp?&lt;br /&gt;    Sufletul meu te striga, ochii erau inmarmuriti la vederea ta, mainile.mi erau inclestate pe umerii tai. M.ai luat in brate spunandu.mi "Va fi bine!" Ai scos un cutit si amarnic in inima.mi l.ai infipt. Mi.ai smuls sufletul strangandu.l in maini si apoi te.ai imbracat in el. M.ai privit tot timpul in ochi.mi plini de durere ne.tradand nici o emotie.&lt;br /&gt;    M.ai luat infrigurata si.am facut dragoste pana cand soarele a rasarit din nou. M.au infiorat cele patru anotimpuri si toate cugetarile de pana atunci. Vedeam cum stropi de lumina ni se presarau pe trupurile goale. Pamantul se cutremura, caci tremuram nesigura din toate incheieturile. Cand bolta cereasca s.a lepadat de stele, mi.ai adormit in brate...am stat asa un timp. Sufletul, inima si ratiunea se contraziceau de zor...iar sufletul a iesit victorios.&lt;br /&gt;    De atunci mi te.ai asezat pe suflet recitand poezii si invatandu.ma despre IUBIRE. Da, am cunoscut IUBIREA si traiesc IUBIREA, datorita tie. Iti multumesc.&lt;br /&gt;    Va rasari din nou soarele, desi de la o vreme incoace au inceput sa ma doara razele lui.&lt;br /&gt;    Om nevinovat imbracat in sufletul meu, acum aspir la tine, la valurile marii si la lalelele mele. Voi sunteti idealul ochilor si sufletului meu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-8533683082099213560?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/8533683082099213560/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=8533683082099213560' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8533683082099213560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8533683082099213560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/08/iubi.html' title='A IUBI'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SnecFwIr8vI/AAAAAAAAARU/m2gkxRnpXlM/s72-c/Sad_girl_by_Foto_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-4538595483145887204</id><published>2009-07-20T23:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:05:01.483+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Galbena si Carpena</title><content type='html'>Am venit pe lume ca o bine.facere pentru parintii mei trecuti de prima tinerete. Mi.au zis Lacramioara pentru ca prea multe lacrimi varsasera si mama si tata si bunicul si bunica in momentul cand ma nascusem. Inca din primii ani ai vietii m.am dovedit a fi un copil foarte palid. Atat de palid incat semanam cu o floarea-soarelui, sau cu o rapita. Chiar asa m.au poreclit colegii de scoala : rapita.&lt;br /&gt;     Mai tarziu cand m.am marit, clanul familiei s.a adunat in secret si a dezbatut viitorul pe care trebuia sa mi.l asigure. "Ce facem cu fata, ce meserie sa.i alegem?" aceasta era intrebarea.&lt;br /&gt;   - Cred c.ar fi bine s.o facem doctorita de copii, propuse bunicul. E suava si delicata si ii place sa se joace cu papusile, desi are aproape 19 ani.&lt;br /&gt;   - Nu e bine, se opuse bunica, stiti cat de palida si galbena.i la fata, cat de sclifosita e la mancare, ar da un exemplu prost copiilor. S.o facem inginera constructoare. Sa ridice blocuri prin cartiere.&lt;br /&gt;   - Doamne fereste, cum sa ridice blocuri ea, care e atat de firava, de nu.si poate duce nici ghiozdanul pana la scoala? Striga mama. Ce ziceti de.o meserie mai banoasa? De pilda coafeza sau cosmeticiana.&lt;br /&gt;   - Vai, sarira ceilalti oripilati. In familia noastra, care a avut figuri culturale de prestigiu, sa apara o coafeza?&lt;br /&gt;     Dupa o acerba lupta de principii si idei, membrii maturi ai familiei au decis sa.mi ceara si mie parerea.&lt;br /&gt;   - N.am nici o idee si nici o preferinta, lasati.ma sa ma mai gandesc, chestiunea nu.i atat de simpla, le.am raspuns eu.&lt;br /&gt;   - Bine, au zis parintii, gandeste.te, noi nu te presam!&lt;br /&gt;     M.am gandit aproape doi ani, vreme in care parintii mi.au asigurat doua luni la mare, vara, doua luni la Brasov, iarna, pentru schi, plus alte lucruri care fac deliciul tineretii. In rest aveam cercul meu de prieteni, cu care.mi omoram timpul, ba la un ceai, ba la o escapada. Intr.o zi parintii au fost chemati la politie, unde eram retinuta in urma unui scandal dintr.un bar public. Intrebati cu ce se ocupa fata lor, parintii mei au raspuns ca sunt in perioada de gandire si alegere, perioada atat de dificila si pretentioasa.&lt;br /&gt;   - Scurtati perioada, i.au sfatuit cei de la politie.&lt;br /&gt;     Ajunsi acasa, parintii m.au intrebat : "Ce faci?" Am inceput sa plang si i.am amenintat ca daca ma obliga sa.mi aleg o meserie care nu.mi place, ii voi blestema toata viata. Speriati parintii mi.au mai dat ragaz un an, perioada in care mi.am trait tineretea, ducand o viata "nocturna". Dar intr.o dimineata cand ma intorceam de la bar, tata, mama, bunicul si bunica, mi.au aplicat o bataie sora cu moartea, m.au inchis in casa, mi.au confiscat imbracamintea si mi.au spus: "Daca nu te hotarasti sa te apuci de ceva, nu mai iesi din casa pana la sfarsitul zilelor, ca noi n.avem pensie ca sa ne.o toci tu!"&lt;br /&gt;     Dupa trei zile le.am spus:&lt;br /&gt;   - Gata, m.am decis ce sa fac in viata!&lt;br /&gt;   - Slava Domnului, au respirat batranii cu toti plamanii. Ce vrei sa te faci?&lt;br /&gt;   - Vreau sa ma fac ACTRITA !!!&lt;br /&gt;   - ACTRITA ? Minunat ! Meseria nu e prea banoasa, dar e curata si aduce un frumos prestigiu familiei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ion Baiesu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-4538595483145887204?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/4538595483145887204/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=4538595483145887204' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/4538595483145887204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/4538595483145887204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/07/galbena-si-carpena.html' title='Galbena si Carpena'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-4808683037920169643</id><published>2009-07-20T23:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:34:42.740+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eu o sa mor incet,plangand printre lalele, Iar tu, o sa te-neci, in lacrimile mele!"</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trăiau ceva frumos, cum nu trăise nimeni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Şi se-ntâlneau pe-ascuns de teama celor răi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  O dragoste nebună cum doar în cărţi există,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  În gheara ei, parşivă, i-a prins pe amândoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Când nori apar pe cer şi sfinţii iarăşi plâng,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Este ziua iubirii şi-aceea-i ziua lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Atunci se ţin de mână, se plimbă prin palate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Se pot lua în braţe, pot face tot ce vor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Se hotărî să-i spună că-i dăruieşte viaţa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Dar ploaia se oprise şi soarele-a zâmbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Atunci a sărutat-o, ştiind ce va urma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  L-a sărutat si ea, apoi...l-a părăsit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  De nu o va iubi pe ea, nu va iubi pe alta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Va mai trăi, destul, doar să-şi blesteme soarta!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GAB]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-4808683037920169643?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/4808683037920169643/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=4808683037920169643' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/4808683037920169643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/4808683037920169643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-o-sa-mor-incetplangand-printre.html' title='&quot;Eu o sa mor incet,plangand printre lalele, Iar tu, o sa te-neci, in lacrimile mele!&quot;'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-7101792769538171584</id><published>2009-06-19T00:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:48:20.811+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aceeasi poveste, spusa altfel...(4) "Acum..."</title><content type='html'>A.nceput din nou sa.mi fie dor de dulce fericire...&lt;br /&gt;Vad ca.mi trece tineretea, vad ca anii mi se duc,&lt;br /&gt;Si mi.e sete de placere, si mi.e sete de iubire,&lt;br /&gt;Insa umbrele visate nu se poate sa le.apuc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numai aurul, el singur, imi lipseste.n asta lume,&lt;br /&gt;Numai el, dar fara dansul sunt o biata neputincioasa...&lt;br /&gt;Care suflet de.al meu suflet, care nume de.al meu nume&lt;br /&gt;S.ar lipi sa ia povara unui trai saracacios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pica plans al tineretii pe un san ce nu palpita,&lt;br /&gt;Ai avut cu ce sa.l cumperi, e al tau pana in zori...&lt;br /&gt;Vestejeste.te.a mea buza pe o buza vestejita,&lt;br /&gt;Si tu, suflete, viseaza ca aduni ceresti comori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insa tu, O! actor, cu mantaua ta regala,&lt;br /&gt;Iti acopera vederea - fugi in colu.ntunecos,&lt;br /&gt;Prin fereastra ma fixeaza luna rece si spectrala&lt;br /&gt;Ca un doctor ce se uita la un chip de ofticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A! desigur, masca 'blonda' avea altfel de privire&lt;br /&gt;Cand pe tarmurile de.aur ale lacului Herastrau&lt;br /&gt;Suradea printre frunzisuri la intaia mea iubire,&lt;br /&gt;Vis mai lung decat un secol in cuprinsul unui an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A! desigur ca in noaptea ce.n trecutul vietii mele&lt;br /&gt;E.nsemnata cu roseata simtamintelor dintai,&lt;br /&gt;Daca el privea prin geamuri dintre pulberea de stele,&lt;br /&gt;Nu venea c.un zambet rece langa caldul capatai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor! Actor! Ai dreptate totdeauna,&lt;br /&gt;Dar fiindca simt si astazi ca ramas.am tot a ta,&lt;br /&gt;Da, te rog, in jos perdeaua, ca sa nu ma vada luna,&lt;br /&gt;Roag.o calea sa.si urmeze, voi sa scap de ochiul sau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zi.i sa mearga pe oriunde e suava fericire,&lt;br /&gt;Sa.si incerce a ei raza cu al florilor arom',&lt;br /&gt;Sa zambeasca voluptatii ce se naste din iubire,&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa uite pe oricine a uitat ca este om. (pe tine...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-7101792769538171584?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/7101792769538171584/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=7101792769538171584' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7101792769538171584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7101792769538171584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/06/aceeasi-poveste-spusa-altfel4-acum.html' title='Aceeasi poveste, spusa altfel...(4) &quot;Acum...&quot;'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-3684779422694517232</id><published>2009-06-19T00:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:28:43.923+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aceeasi poveste, spusa altfel...(3) "Dupa ce ai disparut"</title><content type='html'>Atunci cand dupa zile de lunga asteptare&lt;br /&gt;Imi aparusi deodata zambind, sufletul meu,&lt;br /&gt;Crezui ca esti un inger, de pace si scapare,&lt;br /&gt;Trimis sa ma reintoarca la bunul Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu nu erai un inger, cereasca nalucire,&lt;br /&gt;Dar cugetu.mi atunci la pace se.nvoi...&lt;br /&gt;Ti.am dat a mea junie, mi.ai dat a ta iubire&lt;br /&gt;Si scepticul indata de cer nu se.ndoi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi.ai zis: Actorul are o misiune sfanta...&lt;br /&gt;El trebuie sa creada si n.am mai cercetat.&lt;br /&gt;Actorul e o harpa : nu cugeta, ci canta&lt;br /&gt;Chiar el nu se.ntelege, dar este ascultat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prin lumile luminii se.ntraripa sa zboare&lt;br /&gt;Si.n urma se desira frumosi margaritari,&lt;br /&gt;Pamantu.n departare il lasa sub picioare&lt;br /&gt;Si.mbratiseaza totul cu aripile.i mari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si m.am suit atunci in cerurile mute,&lt;br /&gt;Si cerurile mute atunci mi.au vorbit,&lt;br /&gt;Eternul in tot locul vibra pe intrecute,&lt;br /&gt;Iubita nalucire, de ce m.ai parasit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sufletu.mi de tanara era.ntuneric mare,&lt;br /&gt;Eram ca si o barca lipsita de carmaci,&lt;br /&gt;Venisi, facusi lumina! Suflasi, si c.o suflare&lt;br /&gt;Facusi sa.ntinda panze vaslasul nedibaci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prin funii, facusi vantul sa treaca.n armonie,&lt;br /&gt;Si fiecare nota zbura pe cate.un val,&lt;br /&gt;Priveam...si fermecata, cereasca Poezie&lt;br /&gt;Imi suradea voioasa sezand pe.un verde mal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In jurul barcii mele, un stol de nereide&lt;br /&gt;Venea ca sa se joace cu parul raurand,&lt;br /&gt;As fi putut chiar cerul atunci a.l desfide,&lt;br /&gt;Cu cerul eram insa, si cerul mi.era bland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zambeam la orice raza venea sa ma mangaie,&lt;br /&gt;Eram senina si vesela si Orient si.Apus,&lt;br /&gt;Si sufletu.mi intocmai ca fumul de tamaie&lt;br /&gt;Pe.o nota de.armonie se ridica in sus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furtuna de atunci gemu trecand pe mare,&lt;br /&gt;Catartele de trasnet cu zgomot s.au zdrobit...&lt;br /&gt;In voia soartei mele lovind cu ne.ndurare,&lt;br /&gt;Cereasca nalucire, de ce m.ai parasit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.a dus desigur vantul la maluri si pe mine,&lt;br /&gt;Dar inima din pieptu.mi de stanci s.a sfasiat,&lt;br /&gt;Si nu mai cred acum in rau, si nici in bine...&lt;br /&gt;In portul disperarii furtuna m.a bagat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lume de.am fost, insa, ursita de.o cruda soarta,&lt;br /&gt;Sa am sfarsitu.acesta, de.as face orisice,&lt;br /&gt;Mai bine.ar fi fost poate sa.mi lasi simtirea moarta...&lt;br /&gt;Cand poti vorbi cu vorba, cu inima de ce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai dat tu oare viata la inima.mi, copila&lt;br /&gt;Spre a putea mai bine sa sufere.ntr.o zi,&lt;br /&gt;La nimenea sa n.afle nici crezamant, nici mila,&lt;br /&gt;Si.n van de suferinte sa.ncerc a o pazi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.ai dat tu oare viata, dintr.insa spre a face&lt;br /&gt;Femeia cea de uliti ce n.are vre.un secret,&lt;br /&gt;Prostituata vila, ce plange pentru.a place,&lt;br /&gt;Bacanta despletita al traiului banchet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si facla unor ganduri atata de funebre,&lt;br /&gt;Pe loc ce se aprinse de ce sa n.o fi stins?&lt;br /&gt;Caci lacrimile.acestea, de.ar ramanea celebre,&lt;br /&gt;Si tot era mai bine in groapa rece.ntinsa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inca de.aveam pe lume vreo altfel de menire,&lt;br /&gt;Inca de.as putea zice si eu ca am trait!&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu; n.am trait inca, si.n scurta.mi vietuire,&lt;br /&gt;Abia mi.e dat a zice, atat: "Am iubit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, Muza, vezi acum cum viata ma doboara!&lt;br /&gt;O! Muza, ai fost cruda favoarea ta sa.mi dai!&lt;br /&gt;Ai zambet de actor si sarutari ce.omoara,&lt;br /&gt;Pe cand, nici imortale de.ajuns, pentru morti n.ai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-3684779422694517232?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/3684779422694517232/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=3684779422694517232' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/3684779422694517232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/3684779422694517232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/06/aceeasi-poveste-spusa-altfel3-dupa-ce.html' title='Aceeasi poveste, spusa altfel...(3) &quot;Dupa ce ai disparut&quot;'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-2179176158265049944</id><published>2009-06-18T23:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:03:51.127+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aceeasi poveste, spusa altfel...(2) "Noaptea de februarie"</title><content type='html'>Mai tii oare inca minte noaptea.n care ne.am iubit?...&lt;br /&gt;Un moment! Si.n el o viata de un secol am trait!&lt;br /&gt;Pentru tine ce.am fost insa? Tot ce.ai fost si pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;Un capriciu de o clipa pe.ale inimii ruine!&lt;br /&gt;Iata tot. Fara.ndoiala, noaptea, c.o vei fi uitat&lt;br /&gt;Si te miri de intrebare precum insumi sunt mirata;&lt;br /&gt;Unul si.altul, de atunci, multe nopti avem de.acele&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa ne.amintim de toate, este foarte adevarat!&lt;br /&gt;Dar secretul intrebarii, cunoscut inimii mele,&lt;br /&gt;Nu e.al meu sa.l dau pe fata, si.ti ramane a ghici&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ce aceste vorbe vin pe buze.a.mi rataci&lt;br /&gt;"Mai tii oare inca minte noaptea.n care ne.am iubit?...&lt;br /&gt;Un moment!... Si.n el o viata de un secol am trait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram tineri deopotriva, visatori ca Poezia,&lt;br /&gt;Gratiosi ca Tineretea, ducli ca doua sarutari&lt;br /&gt;Care.aprind pe buze rumeni ale dragostei.mbatari!&lt;br /&gt;Tu in Arte, eu in Versuri, ne.ncepuseram solia,&lt;br /&gt;Viitoru.n fata noastra suradea, si intre noi&lt;br /&gt;Sta capriciul molatic; iar deschis pentru.amandoi&lt;br /&gt;Se afla Musset pe masa. Mai tii minte, spune.mi oare,&lt;br /&gt;Frazele armonioase din poema.ncantatoare,&lt;br /&gt;Cand perdelele alcoviei tresareau? Cand Rolla, mut,&lt;br /&gt;In betia cea din urma sta cu sufletul pierdut!&lt;br /&gt;Marion, pe.ale lui brate, o copila! cumparata&lt;br /&gt;Pe pret de.aur, de la ma.sa, se zbatea nevinovata!...&lt;br /&gt;O! De ce n.am fost ca Rolla si ca el sa fi facut&lt;br /&gt;A.mi fi noaptea cea din urma noaptea ce.am pastrat in minte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cate suferinte astfel nu mi.as fi crutat, si cat&lt;br /&gt;N.as dormi acum de bine printre mutele morminte,&lt;br /&gt;Unde scapi de scarba lumii si de.al traiului urat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spune.mi, dragul meu A... Ma iarta ca era sa.ti zic pe nume!...&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa fii cu o femeie, dar de esti un om pe lume,&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie dupa aceea, doamna, ca sa.i zici, si eu,&lt;br /&gt;Care fac din lume parte, ca un om cu maniera,&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa sar pe ici, pe colo, cate.un gard din drumul meu...&lt;br /&gt;Insasi le.ai sarit adesea... Sa sar insa o bariera...&lt;br /&gt;Nu e.n gustul dumitale si nu poate fi.ntr.al meu!...&lt;br /&gt;Domnul meu, dar... Mai tii minte?...Eu nu uit nimic... Incat&lt;br /&gt;Focul ce ardea in soba parca.l vad. Tuseai pe.atuncea&lt;br /&gt;Ea lua amorul nostru si se multumi pe.atat!&lt;br /&gt;Este.adevarat, desigur: Nu facusem juraminte&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa ne iubim o viata cum se face obisnuit!&lt;br /&gt;Un capriciu de o noapte are altfel de cuvinte&lt;br /&gt;Si, cu toate.acestea, o clipa cat un secol ne.am iubit!&lt;br /&gt;Luna nu era in ceruri ca s.o am de marturie,&lt;br /&gt;Si.nchizandu.si somnoroase ochii lor patrunzatori,&lt;br /&gt;Stelele nenumarate de pe bolta azurie&lt;br /&gt;Dormeau duse prin vazduhuri sub o grea manta de nori!&lt;br /&gt;Usa chiar era.ncuiata. Iar pe ulita desearta&lt;br /&gt;Cativa natarai de frunte se luaseara la cearta,&lt;br /&gt;Atragand de la fereastra pe un curios gardist,&lt;br /&gt;Care, strans la catarama, in mundiru.i de cazarma,&lt;br /&gt;Dup.o lunga sarutate, auzise.n casa larma...&lt;br /&gt;Precum vezi, n.am nici un martor, si e lucru foarte trist!...&lt;br /&gt;Lemnele trosneau sub flacari si se.ncovoiau in doua,&lt;br /&gt;Insa in cenusa muta atunci s.au prefacut,&lt;br /&gt;Ca de.ar sti ca sa vorbeasca revenind la viata noua,&lt;br /&gt;Multe.ar mai putea sa spuna ele, care ne.au vazut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A! de n.ai uita nimica din momentele trecute,&lt;br /&gt;Daca noaptea de aprilie ti.a ramas in suvenir,&lt;br /&gt;Vino, vom sorbi din cupa fericirilor pierdute.&lt;br /&gt;Zilele vor curge line dupa.al noptilor delir!&lt;br /&gt;Sunt atat de tanara inca, inima mi.e.atat de plinca,&lt;br /&gt;Buzele.mi soptind un nume dupa dragoste suspina!&lt;br /&gt;E ciudat, fara.ndoiala, - ca sunt ani intregi de zile -&lt;br /&gt;Sa.mi reamintesc de.o noapte printre noptile de februarie,&lt;br /&gt;Si cu gandul dusa la tine, visatoare, sa ma trezesc&lt;br /&gt;Cu o patima in suflet si in inima c.un nume&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa.mi fluture pe buze si sa.mi spuie ca iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;E ciudat, si n.am ce zice, dar ciudat asa cum este,&lt;br /&gt;Face parte integranta din a dragostei poveste&lt;br /&gt;Inima este.o enigma si iubirea un mister,&lt;br /&gt;Le urmez, si iata totul: sa le inteleg nu cer!&lt;br /&gt;De e scris insa departe unde te.afi.acuma, domnule,&lt;br /&gt;Sa uiti noptile de februarie pentru noptile de toamna&lt;br /&gt;Si sa razi de.aceste versuri ale sufletului meu,&lt;br /&gt;Uita.le, dar lasa.mi dreptul ca sa nu le uit si eu,&lt;br /&gt;Si sa.mi zic ca mangaiere pentr.o patima adanca&lt;br /&gt;" Mai tii oare inca minte noaptea.n care ne.am iubit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mai tii tu minte inca?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr.o clipa trecatoare cat un secol am trait! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-2179176158265049944?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/2179176158265049944/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=2179176158265049944' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2179176158265049944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2179176158265049944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/06/aceeasi-poveste-spusa-altfel2-noaptea.html' title='Aceeasi poveste, spusa altfel...(2) &quot;Noaptea de februarie&quot;'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-5287136159393943810</id><published>2009-06-18T23:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:28:18.009+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aceeasi poveste, spusa altfel...(1) "La inceput"</title><content type='html'>Atata stiu, ca era noapte, dar nu si veacul cand era...&lt;br /&gt;Terasa de granit inalta parea.n lumina ca pluteste&lt;br /&gt;Si pe un cantec de teorba ca urca si se.nsufleteste,&lt;br /&gt;Pe cand mai jos ne deslusirea unui oras se rasfira&lt;br /&gt;Treptat mai stearsa si mai stinsa, pe cand, in sus,&lt;br /&gt;fara.ncetare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curgea o.ntreaga adancime si se largea o.ntinsa mare,&lt;br /&gt;O mare ce, netarmuita, se tot ducea cu gand cu tot,&lt;br /&gt;Sub inserarea viorie si instelarea.nfloritoare,&lt;br /&gt;Cand spre.o planeta, cand spre alta, si dintr.un soare&lt;br /&gt;spre alt soare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si.atata stiu: ca era noapte, si ca sa stiu mai mult nu pot,&lt;br /&gt;Decat c.acea terasa alba si largul cantec de teorba&lt;br /&gt;Erau si zbor nebun de aripi, erau si zbor de.nalta vorba.&lt;br /&gt;Dar spre.a cuprinde clipa de.aur n.a fost Parnas si nici&lt;br /&gt;Olimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si de.a fost ieri, sau cine stie in ce trecut de loc si timp,&lt;br /&gt;Se desprindeau din armonia ce departa de ea pamantul,&lt;br /&gt;Priceperi ce.n eternitate isi impingeau mereu avantul,&lt;br /&gt;Si ce spirale nesfarsite, naltimea nu.si mai masurau&lt;br /&gt;Neprevalindu.si.o vreodata nici chiar atunci cand coborau.&lt;br /&gt;Si hotarand ca.n tot ce este, nu e nimic decat cuvantul,&lt;br /&gt;Caci singur el miscare sfanta, in orice parte sa.l trimiti&lt;br /&gt;Fiinta da oricand vointei, schimband.o.n sori si in planeti;&lt;br /&gt;Sau peste tot fluidizand.o in proteismul cugetarii,&lt;br /&gt;Ce poarta timpul, ca si locul in revarsarile miscarii,&lt;br /&gt;Si ce din ea destainuieste culori si forme si simtiri,&lt;br /&gt;Alcatuind chiar vecinicia prin nencetatele.i cladiri&lt;br /&gt;Caci vesnicia ce nu.ncepe si nu sfarseste niciodata&lt;br /&gt;Se zamisleste.n toata clipa printr.o zidire nencetata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar punti de stele peste.abisuri muiau adancu.n stralucire&lt;br /&gt;Si se simtea ca.n orice parte e Dumnezeu, ca.n orice parte&lt;br /&gt;Aceeasi viata neinvinsa isi duce valul mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;Ca sori ce n.ar fi din lumina pentru privirile omenesti&lt;br /&gt;Mai sus azvarl.aceasta viata ce.n veci de.a noastra se&lt;br /&gt;desparte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca forme care n.ar fi forme traiesc sub alte bolti ceresti,&lt;br /&gt;Ca ochi privesc din orice goluri, da ca nu.ncal in orice minte&lt;br /&gt;Pe cand nemarginirea.ntreaga e o.ncalcire de cuvinte&lt;br /&gt;Cu talcu.n repedea shimbare a trecatoarelor clipiri&lt;br /&gt;Si ca e.ntotdeauna altul ce minte.n veci si.n veci nu minte,&lt;br /&gt;Ca.si potriveste intelesul pe.orice vartej de.nsufletiri&lt;br /&gt;Si fie ca priveam abisul, si fie ca priveam pamantul,&lt;br /&gt;Rapita de.aceeasi adancime, sporita simteam ca mi.e avantul.&lt;br /&gt;Urcam spre culmea Prea Tariei - eram pe sanul Prea Tariei&lt;br /&gt;Si noaptea se urca cu mine spre culmea vecinicei lumini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu chei de aur deschisesem porti ce pe veci pareau inchise,&lt;br /&gt;Pe Isis nuda o scoteam din cupa florilor de crini&lt;br /&gt;Din taina sfanta a miscarii intelegeam pe Dumnezeu,&lt;br /&gt;Caci o traiam in intregime traind pe.a sufletului meu,&lt;br /&gt;Ghiceam in pulberea de astri nenumarate osti de ingeri,&lt;br /&gt;Iar bucurii ce au sa vie se desprindeau 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href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/06/aceeasi-poveste-spusa-altfel1-la.html' title='Aceeasi poveste, spusa altfel...(1) &quot;La inceput&quot;'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-2749263228189638066</id><published>2009-06-18T22:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:44:13.481+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunt langa tine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SjqYpBeMX3I/AAAAAAAAARM/33h9umqbWeU/s1600-h/Penelope_Cruz___Volver_by_lyvvie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SjqYpBeMX3I/AAAAAAAAARM/33h9umqbWeU/s200/Penelope_Cruz___Volver_by_lyvvie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348755337993019250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                              Sunt langa tine, te iubesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                              Si vad cum alta te saruta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                             Si.n loc sa tip, eu va zambesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                              C.o bucurie prefacuta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                              Ca si camila sunt, ce poarta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                              Prin largi pustiuri africane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                              Apa intregii caravane:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                              Si ea de sete pica moarta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-2749263228189638066?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/2749263228189638066/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=2749263228189638066' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2749263228189638066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2749263228189638066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunt-langa-tine.html' title='Sunt langa tine'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SjqYpBeMX3I/AAAAAAAAARM/33h9umqbWeU/s72-c/Penelope_Cruz___Volver_by_lyvvie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-489677881996150743</id><published>2009-06-17T18:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:56:40.384+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SjkRuXv7HDI/AAAAAAAAARE/14XE0C52xfE/s1600-h/lonely_day_by_muttleydosomething.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SjkRuXv7HDI/AAAAAAAAARE/14XE0C52xfE/s320/lonely_day_by_muttleydosomething.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348325520825850930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;  Dusman grozav e timpul, mi se pare acuma ca si cand te.as fi visat, cum poate mai viseaza cate.o floare pamantul, iarna, dupa ce.a.nghetat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Iubirea noastra astfel a trecut, ca dara luminoasa.a unei stele, si bezna.n urma ei s.a refacut, de.mi pare steaua fericirii mele, ca niciodata n.ar fi stralucit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      Si nu mai stiu acuma dac.am stat cu tine, daca.n pieptul tau iubit eu inima.ntr.o zi ti.am ascultat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      Cuvintele pe care le rosteai, din departari de basm rasuna parca, pentru ca mierea tot acelui grai, langa urechea alteia le.ncearca.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      Din ce in ce mai subred e sub pas pamantul amintirilor si.mi pare ca dintr.un vis frumos mi.au mai ramas franturi ciudate si stralucitoare.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      Zadarnic intre ele sa le leg incerc acuma, fiindca nu se poate din cioburi vasul sa.l mai faci intreg, si trista surazand ma joc cu toate aducerile.aminte la un loc, ca un copil cu jucaria care, i s.a stricat, dar n.a dat.o pe foc, pentru ca alta mai frumoasa n.are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-489677881996150743?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SjkRuXv7HDI/AAAAAAAAARE/14XE0C52xfE/s72-c/lonely_day_by_muttleydosomething.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-6991324185636783734</id><published>2009-05-07T01:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:54:32.293+03:00</updated><title type='text'>6 mai</title><content type='html'>Am implinit anii astia, care sunt 20, cu ajutorul vostru, al tuturora, iar eu va multumesc...m.ati invatat si de bine, mi.ati facut sa vad raul in fata, m.ati ajutat sa trec peste obstacole, mi le.ati si produs, ne.am simtit bine, am plans pentru voi, am ras cu voi, am gandit pentru voi si viceversa...cu astea am crescut, am luat cate ceva de la fiecare (sper ca lucruri bune), am invatat, am acceptat...dar niciodata nu am copiat !&lt;br /&gt;     FRATILOR (aviz 'fanilor' care.mi citesc blogul, daca vedeti ceva scris care va este cunoscut NU COPIEZ, NU PLAGIEZ, NU FUR, pur si simplu respect acele scriei si imi plac atat de mult incat 'le ridic in slavi', adica (=) le pun aici sa citeasca si altii, si altii...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Deci "La Multi Ani" - Multumesc, zisei eu ;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-6991324185636783734?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/6991324185636783734/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=6991324185636783734' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6991324185636783734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6991324185636783734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/05/6-mai.html' title='6 mai'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-8595900979037918085</id><published>2009-04-28T02:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T03:11:03.054+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm singing same sad song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dragilor, am facut tot posibilul sa fiu prietena voastra, am visat alaturi de voi, pana acum am avut sufletul cald si bun..! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dragilor, de acum incolo scuzati.ma daca va incurc si sa ma iertati daca prietena voastra "suge pula" intr.un mod corect si inevitabil fata de voi, caci, bunii mei prieteni sufletul meu este intr.un mod nefericit extrem de rece, fata de voi, evident ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dragilor, tine.ti minte ca am fost o stea de pe cer care a stat alaturi de voi atata timp, am fost raza de soare care va facea sa radeti in cele mai negre momente, am fost persoana care v.a produs cei mai multi nervi intr.un moment din viata dumneavoastra...&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine, steaua de pe cer a cazut, dragilor, eu, plec din universul vostru..! Cuz, I have a bad day...si ghiciti din cauza cui ? :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329527605017421842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SfZJHqWzqBI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nj7rTn1wSl0/s400/starrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/2909941818385019726-8595900979037918085?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/8595900979037918085/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=8595900979037918085' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8595900979037918085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8595900979037918085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-singing-same-sad-song.html' title='I&apos;m singing same sad song...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SfZJHqWzqBI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nj7rTn1wSl0/s72-c/starrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-7244200457894619462</id><published>2009-04-24T03:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T04:02:56.638+03:00</updated><title type='text'>E greu...</title><content type='html'>Am prieteni,&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni care ma suna sa ma intrebe ce mai fac,&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni care ma suna sa iesim in oras,&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni care ma suna sa.mi faca o urare de ziua mea sau de sarbatori,&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni care ma viziteaza si ii vizitez,&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni care imi pun intrebari,&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni cu care ma duc la mare, la munte,&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni care imi dau sfaturi,&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni care ma ajuta cu o problema,&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni cu care ma duc la cumparaturi,&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni care ma invita la petreceri,&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea,&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea care ma asteapta,&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea care ma linisteste cand am nevoie,&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea care este pentru mine oricand,&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea pe care o vizitez de cate ori am posibilitatea,&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea care ma racoreste, (ma sareaza),&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea care ma asculta,&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea care nu se supara,&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea care nu vorbeste,&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Si acum, intrebarile sunt :&lt;br /&gt;     AM PRIETENI ?&lt;br /&gt;     AM MAREA ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni ?&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni care ma suna sa ma intrebe ce mai fac, doar pentru a mai afla cate ceva;&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni care ma suna sa iesim in oras, doar pentru a nu le fi monotone clipele;&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni care ma suna sa.mi faca o urare de ziua mea sau de sarbatori, doar pentru ca si eu am sunat la fel;&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni care ma viziteaza si ii vizitez, doar sa.mi arate ca.mi sunt prieteni;&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni care imi pun intrebari, doar pentru a.si alimenta curiozitatile ca sa aiba ce vorbi;&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni cu care ma duc la mare, la munte, doar pentru a avea cu cine se duce;&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni care imi dau sfaturi, doar pentru ca si eu am dat sfaturi;&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni care ma ajuta cu o problema, doar pentru ca se simt datori;&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni cu care ma duc la cumparaturi, doar pentru ca stiu ca atunci cand au nevoie voi merge si eu cu ei;&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni care ma invita la petreceri, ca ei sa nu vina la invitatiile mele;&lt;br /&gt;     Am prieteni...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea ?&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea care ma asteapta, oricand, ORICAT;&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea care ma linisteste cand am nevoie, cu orice problema, cu orice gand bun, cu orice fericire;&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea care imi zambeste, de fiecare data cand ma bucur de ea;&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea pe care o vizitez, de cate ori am posibilitate;&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea care ma racoreste, (ma sareaza), indiferent de timp;&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea care ma asculta, cand cant, cand plang, cand rad, cand consider ca timpul meu s.a scurs si nu mai am nimic de facut;&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea care nu se supara, orice i.as spune, oricat as lipsi de langa ea;&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea care nu vorbeste, doar ma priveste, ma primeste, ma salveaza;&lt;br /&gt;     Am marea ?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Prieteni dragi, eu va iubesc pe toti indiferent de ce, cum si cat ati face voi ! Va iubesc din tot sufletul...&lt;br /&gt;     Dar, am ales marea, m.am ales pe mine, am ales un soare si un dig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E greu...&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/2909941818385019726-7244200457894619462?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/7244200457894619462/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=7244200457894619462' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7244200457894619462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7244200457894619462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-greu.html' title='E greu...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-9019046144124548673</id><published>2009-03-19T01:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:37:38.190+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Am inteles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Am inteles&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu te pot ajunge;&lt;br /&gt;E-atit amar de drum&lt;br /&gt;In urma ta...&lt;br /&gt;Cand sa te-ajung,&lt;br /&gt;Incet se frange&lt;br /&gt;Si ultima speranta&lt;br /&gt;Ce te cauta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-am inteles&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu ma poti ajunge;&lt;br /&gt;E-atat amar de drum&lt;br /&gt;Si-n urma mea...&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui sa poti iubi&lt;br /&gt;Si plange&lt;br /&gt;Pentru femeia&lt;br /&gt;Care te-ar avea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-9019046144124548673?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/9019046144124548673/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=9019046144124548673' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/9019046144124548673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/9019046144124548673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-inteles.html' title='Am inteles'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-5175205797340018719</id><published>2009-03-19T01:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:32:52.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai tare ca moartea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Vroiam sa te fac sa intelegi cat de mult de iubesc eu ! Vezi, caut dar nu gasesc ! Cand ma gandesc la tine si ma gandesc in permanenta, simt in adancul sufletului sifapturii mele o betie indescriptibila pentru ca.ti apartin si o nevoie irezistibila de a.ti darui si mai mult din mine. As vrea sa ma sacrific intr.un mod absolut, caci atunci atunci cand iubesti nu exista nimic mai frumos decat sa dai, sa dai tot, tot, viata, gandurile, trupul, tot ce ai, sa simti ca dai si sa fii gata sa risti totul pentru a da si mai mult. Te iubesc atat, incat doresc sa sufar pentru tine, incat am ajuns sa.mi iubesc temerile, chinurile, gelozia, durerea pe care o traiesc cand nu te mai simt tandru cu mine. Iubesc in tine omul acela pe care numai eu l.am descoperit, un om care nu.i cel ce apartine lumii, cel admirat, cunoscut, ci unul doar al meu, pe care nu pot sa nu.l mai iubesc, fiindca.l privesc cu niste ochi ce nu.l vad decat pe el.&lt;br /&gt;        Dar astea.s lucruri imposibil de spus. Nu exista cuvinte pentru a le exprima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-5175205797340018719?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/5175205797340018719/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=5175205797340018719' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5175205797340018719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5175205797340018719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/03/mai-tare-ca-moartea.html' title='Mai tare ca moartea'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-2724890887149841848</id><published>2009-02-03T03:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:41:26.490+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Observi ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYefsPZ9WYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/aRqAMPwvIcc/s1600-h/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298379069023148418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYefsPZ9WYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/aRqAMPwvIcc/s320/green.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am mai crescut un pic... &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2909941818385019726-2724890887149841848?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/2724890887149841848/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=2724890887149841848' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2724890887149841848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2724890887149841848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/02/observi.html' title='Observi ?'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYefsPZ9WYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/aRqAMPwvIcc/s72-c/green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-7622444050085191834</id><published>2009-02-03T01:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:28:55.452+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceea ce nu stii tu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ceea ce nu stii tu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ma repet pentru ca este putin probabil sa stii dupa ce vei citi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ceea ce nu stii tu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;este ca uneori am incercat sa te uit,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iar uneori dadeam peste o fotografie de.a ta;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cateodata ascultam o melodie care imi amintea de tine,&lt;br /&gt;cateodata te vedeam pe strada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si cateodata m.am surprins gandindu.ma la tine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ceea ce nu stii tu, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;este ca imi plac fluturii...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si ma duc la teatru...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imi place verdele,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si am numarul tau in telefon...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cateodata ma uit undeva cu gandul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ceea ce nu stii tu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;este ca imi place cand zambesti,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si ca imi place marea;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uneori ma uit la desene animate;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iar uneori nu.mi gasesc cuvintele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si de fiecare data zambesc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ceea ce nu stii tu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunt 5 minute care conteaza cu adevarat in viata,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iar timpul uneori nu.l vei simti;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;intr.o noapte te.am visat...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si iti vei aminti mereu de mine,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;indiferent de cati 2 ani vor trece.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYeco3auKTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/afBqnBVLz3Q/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298375712509405490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYeco3auKTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/afBqnBVLz3Q/s320/butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2909941818385019726-7622444050085191834?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/7622444050085191834/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=7622444050085191834' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7622444050085191834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7622444050085191834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/02/ceea-ce-nu-stii-tu.html' title='Ceea ce nu stii tu...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYeco3auKTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/afBqnBVLz3Q/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-5176489595016380879</id><published>2009-02-02T03:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:04:37.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubeste !...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; ESTI FERICITA? VAD CA PORTI INEL.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZGLsM0JCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4eSj7IyloeM/s1600-h/image10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZGLsM0JCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4eSj7IyloeM/s400/image10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297999178305381410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iubeste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2909941818385019726-5176489595016380879?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/5176489595016380879/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=5176489595016380879' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5176489595016380879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5176489595016380879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/02/iubeste.html' title='Iubeste !...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZGLsM0JCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4eSj7IyloeM/s72-c/image10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-5788637576348984649</id><published>2009-02-02T02:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T02:56:45.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre mine...la 13 ani...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZDH1XGupI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Injc8IyRi4o/s1600-h/47468497_f833d28601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZDH1XGupI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Injc8IyRi4o/s320/47468497_f833d28601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297995813510101650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;  'Nu mi.a placut niciodata sa fiu in centrul atentiei, poate doar al unei singure persoane, importanta mie.&lt;br /&gt;      Imi face, insa, mare placere sa merg printre oameni, sa.i analizez, sa incerc sa le gasesc sau sa construiesc o mica poveste pentru fiecare.&lt;br /&gt;De cele mai multe ori gasesc corpuri goale, lipsite de viata, de vise, de sperante... - deja m.am obisnuit cu asta.&lt;br /&gt;      De cele mai multe ori sunt privita ca un strain,...o persoana ciudata ce nu apartine lumii lor. - m.am obisnuit si cu asta... pentru ca nu sunt ca ei.&lt;br /&gt;      Vor ramane aceleasi umbre, continuand sa se minta singuri,... iar eu, din lumea mea, voi continua sa.i vad cu adevarat in ciuda mastilor pe care le poarta.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-5788637576348984649?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/5788637576348984649/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=5788637576348984649' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5788637576348984649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5788637576348984649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/02/despre-minela-13-ani.html' title='Despre mine...la 13 ani...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZDH1XGupI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Injc8IyRi4o/s72-c/47468497_f833d28601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-6618957315278571386</id><published>2009-02-01T02:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T03:06:22.051+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mai stii?... (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYT0mnO56KI/AAAAAAAAAPc/BnWeT8A6VZ0/s1600-h/Little-Girl-with-Pray-Rock-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297628005898250402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYT0mnO56KI/AAAAAAAAAPc/BnWeT8A6VZ0/s400/Little-Girl-with-Pray-Rock-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mai stii?...&lt;br /&gt;m.ai privit in ochi&lt;br /&gt;ce ai vazut?&lt;br /&gt;defapt...&lt;br /&gt;ce poti sa vezi,&lt;br /&gt;prin niste ochi verzi..?&lt;br /&gt;probabil n.ai mai vazut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lumina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si speranta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;din ochii mei,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la vederea ta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ai vazut copilaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si linistea...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dar si neantul...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mai stii...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m.ai surprins zburand,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si mi.ai cerut sa cobor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coborand, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te.am vazut pe tine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu,...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cel care existi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;care n.ai fost niciodata.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vezi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zambesc...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acum,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te vad mai rar ziua,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dar mai des noaptea,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nu vad pe nimeni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cand te privesc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mi s.au deschis ochii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de cand te.ai uitat in ei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ultima data.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vezi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a doua dimineata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a fost &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inceputul...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acum,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zambesc!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mai stii?...&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/2909941818385019726-6618957315278571386?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/6618957315278571386/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=6618957315278571386' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6618957315278571386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6618957315278571386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/01/mai-stii-3.html' title='mai stii?... (3)'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYT0mnO56KI/AAAAAAAAAPc/BnWeT8A6VZ0/s72-c/Little-Girl-with-Pray-Rock-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-7006255881157092819</id><published>2009-01-31T16:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:44:15.702+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca odata Cabaret !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYRjk95XflI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Wq6v7d5I9i8/s1600-h/cabaret.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYRjk95XflI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Wq6v7d5I9i8/s400/cabaret.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297468548436164178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicitari tuturor celor care joaca in aceasta piesa minunata. Fara ei acest spectacol nu ar fi ajuns sa se perfectioneze atat de mult. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multa bafta in continuare !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-7006255881157092819?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/7006255881157092819/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=7006255881157092819' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7006255881157092819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7006255881157092819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/01/inca-odata-cabaret.html' title='Inca odata Cabaret !'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYRjk95XflI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Wq6v7d5I9i8/s72-c/cabaret.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-7243155111398504624</id><published>2009-01-31T16:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:24:43.008+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!!! S.a pierdut Ivvi !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYReJ8J5DKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yJ6Mc0SauLY/s1600-h/P1000204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYReJ8J5DKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yJ6Mc0SauLY/s400/P1000204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297462586553994402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  S.a pierdut un beagle. Pe data de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; ianuarie in zona  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Alexandros - Valea Cerbului &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BUSTENI&lt;/span&gt;) s.a fierdut o femela beagle in varsta de 7 luni. Avea zgarda multicolora la gat. Ca semn particular, are o pata alba pe nara stanga. Raspunde la numele &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ivvi&lt;/span&gt;. Daca aveti detalii sau daca ati auzit pe cineva ca ar fi gasit acest beagle va rog sunati la numarul de telefon : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;0721.888.883&lt;/span&gt;  nume : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Andrei Sisu&lt;/span&gt;   sau adresa de e.mail/id messenger : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;andrei_sisu000@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt; . Catelusa este cea din poza ( partea stanga ) - culorile s.au mai schimbat intre timp, aceasta fiind o poza putin mai veche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-7243155111398504624?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/7243155111398504624/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=7243155111398504624' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7243155111398504624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7243155111398504624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/01/sa-pierdut-ivvi.html' title='!!! S.a pierdut Ivvi !!!'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYReJ8J5DKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yJ6Mc0SauLY/s72-c/P1000204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-1794657617300572710</id><published>2009-01-14T20:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:25:42.755+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SW473iQQqqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jNJMq6Jj544/s1600-h/once_upon_a_time_by_cristianoconnect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291232437480762018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SW473iQQqqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jNJMq6Jj544/s200/once_upon_a_time_by_cristianoconnect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SW421EzSm_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/t4PYhEtZwD8/s1600-h/hotel.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu ai fost primul vers &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;srev lumirp tsof ia uT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propriul meu univers &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;srevinu uem luirporP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi gaseam alinarea in tine &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;enit ni aeranila maesag imI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar ai vrut sa ma vezi &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;izev am as turv ia raD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar in noptile reci &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;icer elitpon ni raoD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar cand tu ai nevoie de mine &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;enim ed eioven ia ut dnac raoD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ai fost primul pas &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;sap lumirp tsof ia uT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va fi greu sa te las &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;sal et as uerg if aV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Astazi totul depinde de tine &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;enit ed edniped lutot izatsA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca tie ti-e greu &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;uerg e-it eit acaD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce-as putea spune eu &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ue enups aetup sa-eC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toate noptile-mi stau marturie &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;eirutram uats im-elitpon etaoT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inima mea e ca un hotel&lt;br /&gt;Din cand in cand te opresti la mine&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat vreau sa pleci din el&lt;br /&gt;Vreau tot sau nimic de maine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ai fost primul vers &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;srev lumirp tsof ia uT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propriul meu univers &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;srevinu uem luirporP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi gaseam alinarea in tine &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;enit ni aeranila maesag imI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar ai vrut sa ma vezi &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;izev am as turv ia raD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar in noptile reci &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;icer elitpon ni raoD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar cand tu ai nevoie de mine &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;enim ed eioven ia ut dnac raoD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ai fost primul pas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;sap lumirp tsof ia uT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Va fi greu sa te las &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;sal et as uerg if aV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi totul depinde de tine &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;enit ed edniped lutot izatsA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca tie ti-e greu &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;uerg e-it eit acaD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce-as putea spune eu &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ue enups aetup sa-eC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toate noptile-mi stau marturie &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;eirutram uats im-elitpon etaoT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inima mea e ca un hotel&lt;br /&gt;Din cand in cand te opresti la mine&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat vreau sa pleci din el&lt;br /&gt;Vreau tot sau nimic de maine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                                                      &lt;em&gt;performed by Dj Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/2909941818385019726-1794657617300572710?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/1794657617300572710/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=1794657617300572710' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1794657617300572710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1794657617300572710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2009/01/hotel.html' title='Hotel'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SW473iQQqqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jNJMq6Jj544/s72-c/once_upon_a_time_by_cristianoconnect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-4558913159243936589</id><published>2008-12-11T00:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:06:13.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi.e dor (...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SUA8pmCwwtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/v28SNWmkOMs/s1600-h/rasarit-apus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SUA8pmCwwtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/v28SNWmkOMs/s320/rasarit-apus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278285448562655954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://julli333.piczo.com/maisimpludecatatat...?cr=2&amp;amp;linkvar=000044"&gt;MAI SIMPLU DECAT ATAT...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-4558913159243936589?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/4558913159243936589/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=4558913159243936589' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/4558913159243936589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/4558913159243936589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/12/mie-dor.html' title='Mi.e dor (...)'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SUA8pmCwwtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/v28SNWmkOMs/s72-c/rasarit-apus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-8385297298982155959</id><published>2008-12-10T23:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:01.166+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru voi ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Paul, cu o figura trista si abatuta, se intalni cu prietena sa Carla intr-un bar, la o cafea. Deprimat, incepu sa se descarce in fata ei, povestindu-i despre toate preocuparile sale... munca... banii... raportul cu prietena... scopul sau in viata!... Totul parea sa ii mearga prost. &lt;br /&gt;Carla baga mana in geanta, scoase o bancnota de 100 EURO si ii zise: &lt;br /&gt;- Vrei aceasta bancnota? &lt;br /&gt;Paul, putin confuz, la inceput ii raspunse:&lt;br /&gt;- Bineinteles Carla... sunt 100 EURO, cine nu i-ar vrea? &lt;br /&gt;Atunci Carla lua bancnota intr-o mana si o stranse cu putere pana cand facu un mic ghemotoc. Aratandu-i ghemotocul lui Paul il intreba din nou: &lt;br /&gt;- Acum o mai vrei? &lt;br /&gt;- Carla, nu stiu unde vrei sa ajungi, dar sunt in continuare 100 EURO. Bineinteles ca ii iau si asa, daca mi-i dai. &lt;br /&gt;Carla desfacu ghemotocul, arunca bancnota pe jos si o calca cu piciorul, pana cand se murdari toata. &lt;br /&gt;- Tot mai vrei bancnota? &lt;br /&gt;- Asculta, Carla, tot nu inteleg unde vrei sa ajungi, este oricum o bancnota de 100 EURO, si pana cand nu o rupi isi pastreaza valoarea...&lt;br /&gt;- Paul, trebuie sa stii ca, chiar daca uneori ceva nu iese asa cum vrei tu, chiar daca viata te indoaie si te face un mic ghemotoc, tu continui sa fii la fel de important cum ai fost intotdeauna... Ceea ce trebuie sa te intrebi este cat valorezi in realitate, nu cat de mult poti sa fii abatut intr-un anumit moment. &lt;br /&gt;Paul ramase nemiscat uitandu-se la Carla fara sa zica un cuvant, in timp ce mesajul ii intra bine in memorie. Carla puse bancnota desfacuta alaturi de el, pe masa, iar cu un zambet complice ii spuse: &lt;br /&gt;- Ia-i, tine-i cu tine ca sa iti amintesti de acest moment atunci cand nu te vei simti bine... dar trebuie sa imi dai o banconta noua de 100 EURO ca sa o pot utiliza cu urmatorul prieten care are nevoie. &lt;br /&gt;Il pupa pe obraz si se indrepta catre usa. Paul privi bancnota, zambi, o privi din nou si cu o energie noua il striga pe ospatar sa plateasca contul..." &lt;br /&gt;De cate ori ne indoim de valoarea noastra, de ceea ce meritam intr-adevar si de ceea ce putem realiza? &lt;br /&gt;Acum gandeste-te bine. &lt;br /&gt;Incearca sa raspunzi la urmatoarele intrebari: &lt;br /&gt;1 - Spune care sunt cele mai bogate 5 persoane din lume. &lt;br /&gt;2 - Spune care sunt ultimele 5 castigatoare de la Miss Universe. &lt;br /&gt;3 - Spune 10 castigatori ai premiului Nobel. &lt;br /&gt;4 - Spune care sunt ultimii 5 castigatori ai premiului Oscar la cel mai bun actor sau actrita. &lt;br /&gt;Cum merge? Rau? Nu te preocupa. Nici unul dintre noi nu isi aminteste care erau cei mai buni ieri. &lt;br /&gt;Iar aplauzele se duc! Si trofeele se umplu de praf! Castigatorii se uita! &lt;br /&gt;Acum raspunde la urmatoarele: &lt;br /&gt;1 - Spune 3 profesori care te-au ajutat in formarea ta. &lt;br /&gt;2 - Spune 3 prieteni care te-au ajutat in momente dificile. &lt;br /&gt;3 - Gandeste-te la cateva persoane care te-au facut sa te simti special(a). &lt;br /&gt;4 - Spune numele a 5 persoane cu care iti petreci timpul. &lt;br /&gt;Cum merge? Mai bine? &lt;br /&gt;Persoanele care fac diferenta in viata ta nu sunt cele cu cele mai bune rezultate, cu multi bani sau multe premii... &lt;br /&gt;Sunt cele care isi fac griji pentru tine, care au grija de tine si care stau oricum si oricand cu tine. &lt;br /&gt;Gandeste-te o clipa... &lt;br /&gt;Viata este foarte scurta! Tu, pe ce lista esti? &lt;br /&gt;Nu stii?... Lasa-ma sa te ajut... &lt;br /&gt;Nu esti printre cei faimosi ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                          &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;...pentru cei care la un moment dat se vor uita...cu siguranta ! &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                   ...dar si pentru PRIETENI !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-8385297298982155959?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/8385297298982155959/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=8385297298982155959' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8385297298982155959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8385297298982155959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/12/pentru-voi.html' title='Pentru voi ...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-1498826592967918954</id><published>2008-11-25T19:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T03:37:21.845+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Opreste-ma !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SSw3xNwUPWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QqP0syHKBnE/s1600-h/samara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272650582389439842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SSw3xNwUPWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QqP0syHKBnE/s400/samara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;N.am sa te mint, dar nici n.am sa.mi las ochii sa.mi curga...Nu te bucura atat de mult la vederea ochilor mei...nu mai sunt ei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lasa.mi parul sa.mi acopere fata, sa pot trece pe langa tine oricand vreau, sa pot sta in fata ta de fiecare data, iar tu sa nu ma observi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lasa.mi zambetul pe buze, sa.l port neincetat cu mine, sa.ti amintesti de mine atunci cand vei pleca..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Opreşte-mă!...Nu mă lăsa să te sărut, caci gura mea sărută fără... "va urma".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     Opreşte-mă!...Nu mă lăsa să te sărut,căci gura mea n-a sărutat decât aşa...cum a vrut ea !&lt;br /&gt;     Şi tot aşa va săruta mereu, fiindcă - fatal - nu sărut eu, sărută numai gura mea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-1498826592967918954?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/1498826592967918954/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=1498826592967918954' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1498826592967918954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1498826592967918954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/11/opreste-ma.html' title='Opreste-ma !'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SSw3xNwUPWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QqP0syHKBnE/s72-c/samara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-8978167889921807169</id><published>2008-11-25T14:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T03:41:36.119+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Imposibil de iubit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/STNAmICpEwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3_YKgtDCHss/s1600-h/Chekirov_Tender_Passion_D-PLA-TC1030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274630612318753538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/STNAmICpEwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3_YKgtDCHss/s320/Chekirov_Tender_Passion_D-PLA-TC1030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;S-ar putea sa murim impreuna&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un Nord sau un Sud de Pamant ,&lt;br /&gt;Imposibil sa fii pentru mine&lt;br /&gt;Cum si eu imposibila iti sunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-ar putea sa traim alta soarta,&lt;br /&gt;Eu la Vest, tu la Est de Pamant,&lt;br /&gt;Imposibile vesti astepta-vom,&lt;br /&gt;Caci posibile altele sunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar a fost si-un posibil o data&lt;br /&gt;Nicaieri si oriunde amandoi,&lt;br /&gt;A ajuns imposibil si acesta&lt;br /&gt;Imposibil e totu-ntre noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-or sa vina sfirsituri de lume&lt;br /&gt;Si-or sa vina''de ce? cum? si cat?''&lt;br /&gt;Va mai plange o inima poate&lt;br /&gt;Eu aici, tu acolo si …atat!&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/2909941818385019726-8978167889921807169?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/8978167889921807169/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=8978167889921807169' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8978167889921807169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8978167889921807169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/11/imposibil-de-iubit.html' title='Imposibil de iubit'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/STNAmICpEwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3_YKgtDCHss/s72-c/Chekirov_Tender_Passion_D-PLA-TC1030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-675331732683492086</id><published>2008-11-25T13:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:31:20.461+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mai stii?... (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SSw2JOFfFEI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Lhj8_SoMBMc/s1600-h/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272648795771835458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SSw2JOFfFEI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Lhj8_SoMBMc/s400/dream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mai stii?...&lt;br /&gt;aveam ochii verzi&lt;br /&gt;si-acum ii am,&lt;br /&gt;insa nu pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;a trecut un an&lt;br /&gt;de cand te.am vazut&lt;br /&gt;de cand ai cantat&lt;br /&gt;de cand mi.ai cerut ochii..&lt;br /&gt;in timpul asta&lt;br /&gt;am tot stat aici&lt;br /&gt;pe marginea lacului&lt;br /&gt;asteptandu-te,&lt;br /&gt;si&lt;br /&gt;vazandu-te&lt;br /&gt;de atatea ori,&lt;br /&gt;trecand pe langa mine.&lt;br /&gt;azi insa,&lt;br /&gt;te.ai oprit o clipa,&lt;br /&gt;m.ai zarit zburand,&lt;br /&gt;mi.ai vazut aripile deschise&lt;br /&gt;si&lt;br /&gt;mi.ai cerut sa cobor.&lt;br /&gt;am ramas un timp asa..&lt;br /&gt;uitandu-ma la tine&lt;br /&gt;si.am coborat.&lt;br /&gt;nu mai esti la fel.&lt;br /&gt;ai in suflet&lt;br /&gt;si in ochi&lt;br /&gt;amprenta timpului&lt;br /&gt;nenorocit,&lt;br /&gt;in care nu ti.a pasat.&lt;br /&gt;ai in maini&lt;br /&gt;si in minte&lt;br /&gt;luna mai&lt;br /&gt;in care ai plecat.&lt;br /&gt;ai in brate&lt;br /&gt;ziua cand te.ai suparat&lt;br /&gt;si cand ai regretat&lt;br /&gt;c.ai plecat&lt;br /&gt;si m.ai uitat.&lt;br /&gt;mai uita-te odata la mine&lt;br /&gt;am ochii verzi&lt;br /&gt;mai vezi ceva in ei?&lt;br /&gt;mai stii...&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/2909941818385019726-675331732683492086?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/675331732683492086/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=675331732683492086' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/675331732683492086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/675331732683492086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/11/mai-stii-2.html' title='mai stii?... (2)'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SSw2JOFfFEI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Lhj8_SoMBMc/s72-c/dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-2942183140658137279</id><published>2008-10-28T02:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:35:10.534+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar unul poate fi 'za best of the rest' cu PCNews</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pcnews.ro/concurs-2008/"&gt;http://pcnews.ro/concurs-2008/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-2942183140658137279?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/2942183140658137279/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=2942183140658137279' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2942183140658137279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2942183140658137279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/10/doar-unul-poate-fi-za-best-of-rest-cu.html' title='Doar unul poate fi &apos;za best of the rest&apos; cu PCNews'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-8566045111984017492</id><published>2008-10-25T05:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:46:00.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mai stii ?...(1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SQKJRs3V-mI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RnCsvNwp4cw/s1600-h/i318058056_67465_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260918251916229218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SQKJRs3V-mI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RnCsvNwp4cw/s400/i318058056_67465_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Goudy Old Style';"&gt;mai stii ?&lt;br /&gt;te.am intalnit din intamplare.&lt;br /&gt;aveai ochii mari...si acum ii ai...&lt;br /&gt;sunt caprui.&lt;br /&gt;la inceput nu m.ai vazut printre statui,&lt;br /&gt;mai stii ?&lt;br /&gt;cantai despre mine...&lt;br /&gt;si,&lt;br /&gt;zambeai cu sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;eram frumoasa,&lt;br /&gt;cu ochii verzi,&lt;br /&gt;intotdeauna cu ochii verzi,&lt;br /&gt;eram ca o floare,&lt;br /&gt;si ma iubeai atat de mult...&lt;br /&gt;in cantecul tau...&lt;br /&gt;iar cand m.ai privit,&lt;br /&gt;n.ai rezistat..&lt;br /&gt;mi.ai cerut ochii,&lt;br /&gt;inima&lt;br /&gt;si sufletul&lt;br /&gt;cantand despre mine.&lt;br /&gt;vedeam in tine&lt;br /&gt;verdele&lt;br /&gt;si marea,&lt;br /&gt;vedeam rasaritul soarelui&lt;br /&gt;si poezia...&lt;br /&gt;mirosul tau nefiresc&lt;br /&gt;imi intrase in oase&lt;br /&gt;facandu.ma sa tremur,&lt;br /&gt;m.ai tinut o vreme in brate,&lt;br /&gt;asa...&lt;br /&gt;tremurand.&lt;br /&gt;ti.am dat doar ochii,&lt;br /&gt;ai ezitat o clipa&lt;br /&gt;mangaindu.i...&lt;br /&gt;parca sa nu.i ranesti,&lt;br /&gt;sa nu.i lasi fara vedere...&lt;br /&gt;iar tu, nu mi.ai dat&lt;br /&gt;decat,&lt;br /&gt;clipele&lt;br /&gt;si cuvintele.&lt;br /&gt;in sufletul tau&lt;br /&gt;n.am vazut neantul,&lt;br /&gt;din clipa aceea&lt;br /&gt;nu mai vedeam nimic&lt;br /&gt;inafara de tine.&lt;br /&gt;dandu.ti ochii&lt;br /&gt;mi.ai orbit si inima&lt;br /&gt;si sufletul...&lt;br /&gt;acum,&lt;br /&gt;nu mai vad sa ma intorc&lt;br /&gt;nu.ti mai recunosc cantul,&lt;br /&gt;nici mirosul&lt;br /&gt;de cand m.ai lasat aici&lt;br /&gt;pe marginea lacului.&lt;br /&gt;stii,&lt;br /&gt;se apropie iarna,&lt;br /&gt;se implineste un an&lt;br /&gt;de atunci&lt;br /&gt;cand m.ai intrebat&lt;br /&gt;despre mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai stii ?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Goudy Old Style';font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-8566045111984017492?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/8566045111984017492/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=8566045111984017492' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8566045111984017492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8566045111984017492'/><link rel='alternate' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SPTIdDs6agI/AAAAAAAAAN4/nv1HNEXcq08/s1600-h/time-cut-2570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SPTIdDs6agI/AAAAAAAAAN4/nv1HNEXcq08/s400/time-cut-2570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257047066583656962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:maroon;"  &gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exista zile in care parca nici sa respiri nu ai chef, zile in care parca si miscarea repetata a ploapelor te enerveaza, zile in care respiratia propie devine singurul lucru pe care il mai suporti...! Si tocmai zilele astea trec cel mai greu. Orele, minutele, pana si secundele par sa se scrurga cu viteza melcului,uneori par ca ar sta pe ganduri daca nu cumva "the right way" este inapoi..! Si oare cum ar arata o secunda? Cum trebuie sa arate o secunda daca un minut este spatiul dintre doua linii negre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-1797278995857805971?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/1797278995857805971/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=1797278995857805971' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1797278995857805971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1797278995857805971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-secunda.html' title='O secunda...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SPTIdDs6agI/AAAAAAAAAN4/nv1HNEXcq08/s72-c/time-cut-2570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-6906467488532824162</id><published>2008-10-14T18:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:27:35.647+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu aici...nu acum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SPS5qJVuVhI/AAAAAAAAANw/O1gsAdowZK8/s1600-h/httppaginasterracombresportekazupagetunel16_02htm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SPS5qJVuVhI/AAAAAAAAANw/O1gsAdowZK8/s200/httppaginasterracombresportekazupagetunel16_02htm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257030798760891922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Undeva, candva,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar nu aici&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din pamant ochii ai sa-i ridici&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;undeva, candva,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar nu acum&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai sa fii mai bun, vei avea un drum.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stai in tine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si-ti doresti sa intalnesti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe cineva, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cineva in care poti sa crezi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fara sa te vinzi, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fara sa te pierzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;undeva candva&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lumea se-ntampla&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar nu stiai ca era a ta…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-6906467488532824162?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/6906467488532824162/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=6906467488532824162' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6906467488532824162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6906467488532824162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/10/nu-aicinu-acum.html' title='Nu aici...nu acum...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SPS5qJVuVhI/AAAAAAAAANw/O1gsAdowZK8/s72-c/httppaginasterracombresportekazupagetunel16_02htm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-6856671772857479273</id><published>2008-09-26T23:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:25:28.534+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un mare artist...poate ca cel mai mare !</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBH9xIpmSDg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBH9xIpmSDg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iar eu...sunt un orb in fata ta, care uite, vezi prin mine ce e rau si ce e bine, care uite...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vezi prin mine&lt;/span&gt;...ce e rau si ce e bine..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-6856671772857479273?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/6856671772857479273/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=6856671772857479273' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6856671772857479273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6856671772857479273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/09/iar-eu.html' title='Un mare artist...poate ca cel mai mare !'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-5401102132632483514</id><published>2008-09-25T22:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:30:49.715+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ca pe vremuri</title><content type='html'>Azi mi.am amintit de vremurile cand mergeam seara de seara la opereta. Nu stiu de ce aproape 7 luni de zile am mers in fiecare seara la pisele de la opereta. Am fost azi cu niste treburi pe la TNO si m.am pomenit razand in mijlocul multimii de oameni care stateau la rand pentru un autograf semnat de Pavel Corut. Cand mi.am ridicat subtil ochii ca sa pot vedea pe unde merg, am dat subit cu vederea de o rochie superba, una ce.i drept foarte veche, dar ceea ce era mai interesant a fost ca rochia a fost din Contesa Martitza. Apoi am dat putin timpul inapoi (cu gandul) sa.mi amintesc de ce pufnisem in ras...mda..erau serile friguroase de iarna de anul trecut mergand seara de seara la opereta in fuste scurte, bluze declotate, pantofi care alunecau pe gheata si pe mocirla lasata in urma de talpile oamenilor mult prea grabiti. Tin minte ca la fiecare spectacol intarziam cate 15-30 minute..si cum imi spunea doamna de la bilete "Haide haide repede ca a inceput de.o groaza de timp." ...si cand se uita mai bine la mine imi zicea "dar nu.mi fac problema, ai mai vazut piesa asta de 10 ori" :)) ! La un moment dat reusisem sa invat toate textele pieselor...si acum le mai stiu..imi placeau piesele atat de mult incat as fi angajat actorii sa.mi joace acasa. Au fost vremuri frumoase...si or sa mai vina, ca doar opereta inca rade canta si danzeaza...:) !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-5401102132632483514?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/5401102132632483514/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=5401102132632483514' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5401102132632483514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5401102132632483514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/09/ca-pe-vremuri.html' title='Ca pe vremuri'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-239392955454595748</id><published>2008-09-08T11:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:20:32.526+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ana blandiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='definitie'/><title type='text'>Asa te.as defini idealule...ai murit..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SMTf_hLD5yI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xby5VmPN_-A/s1600-h/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243562148495615778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SMTf_hLD5yI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xby5VmPN_-A/s400/eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Definiţie (Ana Blandiana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prea frumos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru a nu fi cucerit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prea tânăr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru a nu fi stăpânit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prea bogat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru a-şi aparţine;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prea înţelept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru a lupta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prea curajos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru a nu fi rănit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prea sceptic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru a nu fi înfrânt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prea înfrânt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru a nu fi liber,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prea liber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru a nu fi umilit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prea umilitPentru a muri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-239392955454595748?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/239392955454595748/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=239392955454595748' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/239392955454595748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/239392955454595748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/09/asa-teas-defini-idealuleai-murit.html' title='Asa te.as defini idealule...ai murit..'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SMTf_hLD5yI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xby5VmPN_-A/s72-c/eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-1474308694386488507</id><published>2008-08-30T18:34:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:34:23.598+03:00</updated><title type='text'>O reclama buna :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.peteava.ro/js/player.swf" width="534" height="359" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="width=534&amp;amp;height=359&amp;amp;overstretch=true&amp;amp;file=http://www.peteava.ro/data-files/storage/video/2008/212/e2a4d23f5817b49615c394b07b38c3fbbdd752de.flv&amp;amp;image=http://www.peteava.ro/data-files/storage/video/2008/212/e2a4d23f5817b49615c394b07b38c3fbbdd752de-460x264.jpg&amp;amp;logo=http://www.peteava.ro/images/wm_video.png&amp;amp;link=http://www.peteava.ro/video/material/33406" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-1474308694386488507?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/1474308694386488507/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=1474308694386488507' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1474308694386488507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1474308694386488507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-reclama-buna_30.html' title='O reclama buna :)'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-7149564503014287990</id><published>2008-08-29T02:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T03:27:03.032+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Re : " Un mail din mine "</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;     Am primit un mail de la un prieten de care nu mai auzisem de cativa ani buni. Cred ca 5 ani...sau 6...sau...cine mai stie! timpul trece repede si ochii care nu se vad se 'regasesc' mai tarziu :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;     Mail.ul este cam asa...defapt exact asa :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; " gandurile mele n-au ajuns in toti anii astia atat de departe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;se pare ca distanta dintre noi e mult prea adanca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ma gandesc la o asociere fada,&lt;br /&gt;intre gandurile mele nevazute si dist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;anta intunecata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;primul lucru care-mi vine in minte este ceva iluzoriu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poate o privire pagana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sau o stea de mare cazatoare...una maiastra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar mai bine o amintire uda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am gasit-o printre razele stralucitoare ale regretului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vezi tu, prietena draga, nutresc in suflet ca zambetul nu s.a asasinat la vederea acestor randuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si consternarea ta sa nu fie distructiva fata de nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aici numaram in fiecare zi stelele de deasupra orizontului,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cautam satisfactia in concordanta deplina cu realitatea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in zadar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afirm complet nejustificat ca aspir la o ploaie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;poftesc la un praf de verde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pana in aceasta zi n.au izbutit distanta infrigurata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inchei cu doruri si cu hartia ingalbenita-n cursul ritmic !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...si mustrari deja amortite ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;am fost un pic uimita...dar placut surprinsa in acelasi timp, m.am gandit sa.i raspund, deci..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;la noi plouă frumos cu demnitate, ştii că mie îmi plac ploile cuminţi&lt;br /&gt;de fapt e o tristeţe nobilă ploaia a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;sta...&lt;br /&gt;am deschis fereastra şi ascult&lt;br /&gt;poate că nu trebuia să îţi scriu din mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ploaia asta parcă mi-ar citi ceva din tine&lt;br /&gt;parcă m-ar întreba ce fac&lt;br /&gt;unele cuvinte sunt subliniate cu verde crud memorabil&lt;br /&gt;şi eu tresar şi îmi ascund och&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ii şi mă surprind citind inca odata randurile tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atât de singură cum se poate...&lt;br /&gt;mişună pe aproape întreg universul&lt;br /&gt;cu toate vietăţile sale&lt;br /&gt;cu florile şi cu fructele şi cu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da şi cu fructele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragul meu prieten obişnuiesc să&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; adorm uneori cu fereastra deschisă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nu ştiu de ce îţi spun asta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plouă şi mă simt 'aşa'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de parcă iarăşi ne-am despărţi şi tu parcă nu ţi-ai întoarce privirea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de teamă că ai putea rămâne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tot cu doruri...insa si cu suflet ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Subtextul acestor doua mail.uri este mult mai interesant...nu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLdBAO4ltiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/GLda8THyK40/s1600-h/2777.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLdBAO4ltiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/GLda8THyK40/s320/2777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239728163720115746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-7149564503014287990?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/7149564503014287990/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=7149564503014287990' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7149564503014287990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7149564503014287990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/re-un-mail-din-mine.html' title='Re : &quot; Un mail din mine &quot;'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLdBAO4ltiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/GLda8THyK40/s72-c/2777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-2927713998639021460</id><published>2008-08-29T00:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:02:00.544+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resemnare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLcgHxqvS1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/uBTtt7XinOc/s1600-h/time1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLcgHxqvS1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/uBTtt7XinOc/s400/time1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239692009432632146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cand ajungem intr-un punct spunem ca am reusit numai datorita vointei noastre. Fals, lumea ne impinge de la spate...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ne invata sa ne bucuram si sa ne dorim lucuri artificiale, ne invata sa construim situatii care nu ne implinesc, ne forteaza sa fim fericiti numai cand ne dovedim utilitatea fata de societate. Chiar daca incercam sa o facem in felul nostru, tot conformism se cheama... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nu vreau niciodata sa lucrez la un birou. Mi-ar placea sa ma limitez la joc, si sa nu fi invatat dependenta de cana obligatorie de cafea, sa nu fi cunoscut niciodata peretii acestei lumi. Acum mi-e prea greu sa-i escaladez. Inainte eram atat de inocenta ca nici nu-i vedeam. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ma bucur la profit, ma distrez automat la iesirile in oras convenite de comun acord cu ceilalti prizonieri, ceasul a ajuns sa ma poarte el la mana, spatiul sa ma calce in picioare...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Si, ce este cel mai rau, am uitat definitiv cum e sa zbori. Nici nu mai sunt sigura daca am stiut vreodata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-2927713998639021460?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/2927713998639021460/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=2927713998639021460' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2927713998639021460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2927713998639021460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/resemnare.html' title='Resemnare...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLcgHxqvS1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/uBTtt7XinOc/s72-c/time1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-2580911317892258160</id><published>2008-08-29T00:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T03:32:11.735+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un fragment dintr.un mail...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Trecand de la una la alta, trebuie sa-ti marturisesc ca nu imi plac compromisurile dar se pare ca ma folosesc de ele cat pot de des. Iar cel mai bun exemplu il reprezinta acest mail...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M-am tot gandit... Sunt lucruri in lumea asta pe langa care trec si, la un moment dat, ajung sa regret ca nu am zabovit putin mai mult in preajma lor. Nu stiu exact de unde porneste acest regret... Poate din frumusetea tacuta a acelor momente, si cu atat mai putin ostentativa, care ma provoaca la contemplare intr-un mod subtil, fara a ma trage de maneca...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In alta ordine de idei, daca nu gasesc curajul de a ma arunca in gol, nu voi afla niciodata ca am aripi. Nu voi sti niciodata cat de sus as fi putut zbura...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunt nesigura pentru ca imi pari fragil. Mi-e frica sa nu gresesc si stiu ca o pot face foarte usor aproape la fiecare pas... Nu stiu exact cat ai suferit in trecut. Nu stiu nici daca trecutul tau inca se propaga in prezent... Am realizat insa urmatorul lucru: daca ar exista o sansa, in viitor, n-as vrea sa o irosesc aiurea... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mi-e greu sa spun ca te iubesc cateodata , pe de alta parte, mi-e greu sa afirm contrariul..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;un&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;un mail pe care n.o sa reusesc niciodata sa ti.l trimit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/un&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-2580911317892258160?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/2580911317892258160/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=2580911317892258160' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2580911317892258160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2580911317892258160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/un-fragment-dintrun-mail.html' title='Un fragment dintr.un mail...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-1363817533550343045</id><published>2008-08-28T23:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:21:48.146+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa ma prefac ca nu sunt eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLcIVBN3JNI/AAAAAAAAALw/ensBXVc1C70/s1600-h/18564-bigthumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLcIVBN3JNI/AAAAAAAAALw/ensBXVc1C70/s320/18564-bigthumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239665848665711826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Daca as putea sa dau timpul inapoi si sa schimb ceva as face-o!&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa fac daca te iubesc?&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa fac daca nu stiu sa distrug zidul asta de ura care ne desparte ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu poate sa fie bine ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu e suficienta iubirea ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce fiecare clipa de fericire trebuie sa o platesti in lacrimi ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sa pot gasi in ce sa cred&lt;br /&gt;Sa pot pastra nu sa tot pierd&lt;br /&gt;Prin orice vis prin orice gand&lt;br /&gt;Voi cauta …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;Eu sunt aici dar tu nu ma vezi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sa ma prefac ca nu sunt eu&lt;br /&gt;Sa schimb prezentul mi-ar fi greu&lt;br /&gt;Dar pot ignora si pot uita&lt;br /&gt;Toata durerea…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2909941818385019726-1363817533550343045?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/1363817533550343045/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=1363817533550343045' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1363817533550343045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1363817533550343045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/sa-ma-prefac-ca-nu-sunt-eu.html' title='Sa ma prefac ca nu sunt eu...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLcIVBN3JNI/AAAAAAAAALw/ensBXVc1C70/s72-c/18564-bigthumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-4315929559406241651</id><published>2008-08-28T22:43:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:07:35.045+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sansele sunt 50% - 50%</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLcFOQt40KI/AAAAAAAAALg/nv124aH_M2o/s1600-h/wallpaper1_1024444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLcFOQt40KI/AAAAAAAAALg/nv124aH_M2o/s400/wallpaper1_1024444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239662434032603298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Hobo Std&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ma numesc Domino. Sunt vanator de capete.&lt;br /&gt;In lume exista trei feluri de oameni :&lt;br /&gt;bogati,&lt;br /&gt;saraci&lt;br /&gt;si toti cei intre.&lt;br /&gt;Daca va intrebati ce este adevarat si ce nu, puteti sa va duceti la dracu' pentru ca nu e treaba voastra! Nu va voi spune niciodata ce au insemnat toate.&lt;br /&gt;Important este ca misiunea mea a fost indeplinita.&lt;br /&gt;Exista o singura concluzie in povestea asta : Toti o luam in jos !&lt;br /&gt;La sfarsit totul s.a rezumat la soarta...Atunci soarta mea a fost in joc.&lt;br /&gt;(Aruncarea banului)  - Capul traiesti&lt;br /&gt;-Pajura mori...&lt;br /&gt;Sansele sunt jumatate-jumatate!&lt;br /&gt;Viata sau moarte ?&lt;br /&gt;Asta nu e Sunset Bulevard..!&lt;br /&gt;Soarta mea a fost...viata...&lt;br /&gt;Viata unui vanator de capete !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/2909941818385019726-4315929559406241651?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/4315929559406241651/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=4315929559406241651' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/4315929559406241651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/4315929559406241651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/sansele-sunt-50-50.html' title='Sansele sunt 50% - 50%'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLcFOQt40KI/AAAAAAAAALg/nv124aH_M2o/s72-c/wallpaper1_1024444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-1999637104103469625</id><published>2008-08-25T00:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:39:24.914+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un altfel de ‘Avem timp’</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLHS2D4rFDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aW_FBUR2Zws/s1600-h/Writing3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLHS2D4rFDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aW_FBUR2Zws/s200/Writing3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238199667806377010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Avem timp pentru toate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa criticam oamenii dupa aparente,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sa regretam c.am uitat si sa uitam din nou,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sa ne temem de Dumnezeu, sa fim nerabdatori.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Avem timp sa vedem un film si sa citim o revista,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insa nu este timp sa stam cu persoanele iubite.&lt;br /&gt;Avem timp sa ne gandim la trecut, uitand astfel de prezent.&lt;br /&gt;Avem timp sa facem promisiuni,&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu este timp sa le si respectam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Avem timp pentru dorinte si vise,&lt;br /&gt;Insa nu avem timp sa asteptam implinirea lor.&lt;br /&gt;Avem timp sa punem intrebari fara sa vrem sa auzim raspunsul.&lt;br /&gt;Avem timp sa castigam increderea oamenilor,ca mai apoi sa.i facem sa sufere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Avem timp sa cerem si sa primim ajutorul si sa.l interpretam gresit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avem timp sa ascultam o parere si sa nu ne intereseze.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avem timp sa gresim si sa nu ne recunoastem vina.&lt;br /&gt;Avem timp sa ne rugam doar atunci cand avem nevoie ca apoi sa credem ca Dumnezeu ne.a uitat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Avem timp pentru toate.&lt;br /&gt;Nu este timp doar pentru iubire si intelegere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Cand sa facem si asta, ne dam seama ca este prea tarziu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Am invatat ca platim mult mai mult pentru lucrurile pe care le primim gratis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand cred ca sunt singura toate persoanele la care tin imi sunt aproape,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce trebuie sa fac este sa edschid ochii.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa.ti astepti jumatatea,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumul in cautarea ei te va invata sa o apreciezi atunci cand o vei gasi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Am invatat sa apreciez viata la adevarata ei valoare dupa ce am pierdut oameni dragi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca oricat mi.ar pasa, cei care ma cunosc s.ar putea sa nu le pese,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insa sunt personae carora le pasa si noi nu ne dam seama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu este important sa astept implinirea unei dorinte,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important este ceea ce pot eu sa fac pentru a o implini.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa inchid ochii atunci cand este vorba de ajutor,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificiul meu ar putea fi recompensat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Am invatat ca daca sunt suparata nu trebuie sa ignor pe toti oamenii,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acestia m.ar putea ajuta sa trec peste.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Am invatat ca daca rupi firul unei prietenii si apoi incerci sa il repari,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nodul va ramane intotdeauna.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Am invatat sa iert pentru a putea fi iertata,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricat de apropiat iti este un prieten tot te va rani.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa dai importanta trecutului, ca sa poti reusi in viitor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca tu esti responsabil pentru tot ceea ce ti se intampla.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Am invatat ca oricat m.as grabi,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timpul este acelasi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depinde doar de tine cum ti.l selectezi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Am invatat sa raspund persoanei care.mi spune ca ma iubeste,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci nu sa alerg dupa o persoana care nu.mi spune asta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea cu sila nu se face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Am invatat ca Dumnezeu ne da obstacole si durere,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru a invata sa fim tari si fericiti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa tii legatura cu persoanele cu care te vezi rar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ochii care nu se va se uita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca oricat rau mi.ar face o persoana,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu trebuie sa le judec si pe celelalte la fel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Am invatat ca a.ti sustine parerea te poate ajuta in viata.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Am invatat ca daca am gresit, voi mai gresi inca odata,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din greseli nu inveti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poti invata numai invatandu.i pe altii.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat sa nu aman o intalnire cu un prieten,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai tarziu voi dori sa ne intalnim si va fi prea tarziu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Am invatat ca daca am timp sa ma vait ca nu am timp,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inseamna ca am timp si pentru altceva.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Am invatat ca persoanele dragi iti sunt luate prea repede,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si din aceasta cauza nu trebuie sa fim suparati pe Dumnezeu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totul se intampla cu un scop, numai ca noi nu vedem sensul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Am invatat ca viata ti se poate schimba intr.o secunda,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar din putina neatentie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca oricat si orice as avea nu conteaza la fel de mult decat conteaza pe cine ai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca zambetul poate linisti durerea din suflet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Am invatat ca inainte de a castiga trebuie sa ma gandesc la consecinte.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Am invatat ca sunt doua feluri de a.ti trai viata,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unul - de a crede ca nu exista miracole,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altul – de a crede ca totul este un miracol.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa fiu un om de valoare,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu neaparat de succes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Am invatat ca un om destept nu rezolva problema,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un om si mai destept o evita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand vrei sa uiti pe cineva,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inseamna ca te gandesti la el.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Am invatat ca lucrurile cele mai mari nu au nevoie decat de a fi infatisate cu simplitate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca singuratatea nu te invata ca esti singur,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci singurul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Am invatat sa socotesc fiecare zi o viata.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Am invatat ca toti avem destula tarie sufleteasca pentru a indura nenorocirile altora,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insa avem impresia ca pe ale noastre mai putin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca este prea greu sa.ti dai seama in cine sa ai incredere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Am invatat ca daca mi se spune ca sunt iubita,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inseamna ca asa este.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu trebuie sa fug de destin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Am invatat ca…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tekton Pro&amp;quot;;"&gt;Destinul il duce pe cel care vrea si-l trage pe cel care se opune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-1999637104103469625?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/1999637104103469625/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=1999637104103469625' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1999637104103469625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1999637104103469625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/un-altfel-de-avem-timp.html' title='Un altfel de ‘Avem timp’'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLHS2D4rFDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aW_FBUR2Zws/s72-c/Writing3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-2037137495600049472</id><published>2008-08-24T18:01:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:23:04.002+03:00</updated><title type='text'>" Om liber...tu vei iubi intotdeauna (...) "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLGJ-4PDgvI/AAAAAAAAALI/YG3IuaHDJxs/s1600-h/me+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLGJ-4PDgvI/AAAAAAAAALI/YG3IuaHDJxs/s320/me+sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238119554949022450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Brush Script Std&amp;quot;;"&gt;M.am umplut de toate. Sunt plina de amintiri frumoase care ma fac de cate ori ma gandesc la ele fericita. Sunt clipe deosebite care nu se vor mai repeta niciodata. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Brush Script Std&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Am vrut o secunda de fericire si un gram de liniste. Am vrut sa fiu inca odata eu, macar pentru o clipa…clipa care am stiut de la inceput ca va fi unica, si ca mai apoi imi va fi dor de ea…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Brush Script Std&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;   &lt;/o:p&gt;Traiesc printre oameni normali si simpli…uneori banali si monotoni, si asta ma face fericita. Ma face fericita faptul ca eu nu sunt ca ei !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Brush Script Std&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Ma port la fel ca ei, ma enervez, ma supar, ma grabesc, plang, sunt si rea si buna, gresesc, iubesc. Insa ceea ce ma face un pic diferita sunt motivele. Daca ma enervez, motivul este faptul ca stiu ca dupa furtuna apare soarele, cand ma supar stiu ca nu mi se cuvine totul, insa imi dau seama ca ma supar pentru ca mai tarziu sa fie bine, m.am grabit ca ei, sa vad daca am timp pentru toate, insa am realizat ca timpul este acelasi…prea scurt, cand plang vreau s.o fac de fericire, am fost rea in trecut doar pentru ca in prezent si viitor sa.mi fie sufletul mai bun, am gresit si voi gresi ca sa.mi dau seama ca nici eu nu sunt perfecta.Iubesc.Iubesc.Iubesc – si asta ma face si mai diferita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Brush Script Std&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa fii liber nu trebuie sa zbori sau sa fugi de acasa si sa umbli in lung si in lat. Sunt libera. Sunt libera pentru ca iubesc, pentru ca stiu sa ma bucur de un lucru banal si neimportant la prima vedere. Sunt libera pentru ca am invatat sa traiesc o clipa, pentru ca imi fac timp sa privesc stelele si apoi rasaritul soarelui, pentru ca imi place nu numai frumosul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Cand am vrut o secunda de fericire si un gram de liniste am stiut ce trebuie sa fac :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Om&lt;/st1:place&gt; liber…tu vei iubi intotdeauna marea!” (C. Baudelaire)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Rounded MT Bold&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-2037137495600049472?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/2037137495600049472/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=2037137495600049472' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2037137495600049472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2037137495600049472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/om-libertu-vei-iubi-intotdeauna.html' title='&quot; Om liber...tu vei iubi intotdeauna (...) &quot;'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SLGJ-4PDgvI/AAAAAAAAALI/YG3IuaHDJxs/s72-c/me+sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-6733721380093419923</id><published>2008-08-20T23:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T02:34:46.230+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Monolog : "Vezi diferenta ?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SKyp3IARx0I/AAAAAAAAALA/fgX1imIxjk4/s1600-h/hrscris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SKyp3IARx0I/AAAAAAAAALA/fgX1imIxjk4/s400/hrscris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236747231231592258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ai vazut ? N.ai vazut ca lipseste un vers ? Tu nu ti.ai dat seama ? Doar un vers lipseste...cum nu ai vazut ca nu era acolo ? Poate ca trebuia sa citesti printre randuri...Eu am vazut, nici n.am citit bine si mi.am dat seama ca din poezia vietii noastre lipseste un vers. Cum naiba sa nu.ti dai seama ? Doar ma iubesti...nu ? Adica da...asa mi.ai spus ! Tu ma iubesti si eu la fel...sau mai mult ! Chestia e ca n.ai vazut. Parca ai fost orb...Macar ai vazut ca era despre noi poezia ? Era si viata mea acolo...era scrisa cu frumoase cuvinte in versuri. Ai vazut cum viata ta rima atat de armonios cu viata mea ? Spune.mi ! Ai vazut cum inimile noastre se iubeau in poezie ? Asa ne iubim si noi...doar ai spus ca ma iubesti ! Si cred ca nu mai e nevoie sa.ti spun cat te iubesc eu...Adica nu te poti indoi de dragostea mea...nu? Dar ma tot gandesc la nenorocitul ala de vers pe care tu nici macar nu l.ai vazut, sau daca l.ai vazut te.ai facut ca nu exista acolo ! Era singurul vers in care tie iti pasa de mine...Singurul vers nenorocit care mi se adresa mie prin faptul ca nu poti trai fara mine. Imi dadea atat certitudinea ca ma iubesti cat si siguranta faptului ca nu m.ai dezamagit niciodata ! Niciodata...pana acum ! M.ai dezamagit. Cum sa stiu eu ca ma iubesti acum ? Este poezia vietii noastre...a relatiei si a iubirii noastre unde eu te iubesc nebuneste si sunt fericita langa tine. Am petrecut parca o viata alaturi de tine in poezia asta...nu vezi ? Am plans si.am suferit in versuri. M.am gandit si mi.a fost atat de dor de tine in rime...un dor nefiresc...aproape iesit din comun. In strofele astea nenorocite ne.am certat si apoi ne.am impacat, ai plecat si te.ai intors, am facut dragoste cu sufletul. In versurile vietii noastre te.am vazut plangand si razand, ti.am simtit mirosul de cate ori erai langa mine asa cum ti l.am simtit si in nenumaratele zile cand imi promiteai ca vei fi langa mine. Vezi versul asta ? In versul asta am impartit patul cu tine, si lacrimile de fericire la fel. Uita.te putin la cuvantul asta! Observi cat am luptat pentru noi dragule ? Citeste cat am incercat sa nu te dezamagesc si totodata dezamagindu.ma pe mine crezand ca va fi mai bine, crezand in promisiunile tale. Acum iti poti da seama ca ai fost singurul pentru mine ? Observi ca voi fi mereu langa tine, ca.ti voi fi si prietena si iubita?...numai...macar daca ti.ar pasa vre.un pic ? Citeste in continuare sa vezi cat am sperat sa fi langa mine dupa ce mi.ai promis, sa vezi cum te mangaiam si cum te sarutam dupa ce adormeai langa mine...Uite! Aici s.a intinat putin versul din cauza lacrimilor ce le.am varsat pentru tine...lacrimi care nu se vor opri niciodata ! De cate ori ti.am jurat iubirea, dragule ? De cate ori ti.am spus ca nu pot trai fara tine ? Cand vei vrea sa iti amintesti de noi citeste poezia asta...poezia vietii noastre ! Insa sa.ti amintesti intotdeauna ca un vers nu l.ai vazut! Tocmai versul promisiunilor tale, cuvintele alea calde care trebuia sa mi le fi spus si n.ai facut.o, simplul "Te iubesc" nespus si uitat...! Vezi ? Observi ? Asta este diferenta dintre noi...faptul ca eu am vazut versul, iar tu din nefericire nu...si asta ne face diferiti...faptul ca eu te iubesc azi, asa cum te voi iubi si maine, iar tu ma indepartezi de tine putin cate putin, iubindu.ma totodata !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-6733721380093419923?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/6733721380093419923/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=6733721380093419923' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6733721380093419923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6733721380093419923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/monolog-vezi-diferenta.html' title='Monolog : &quot;Vezi diferenta ?&quot;'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SKyp3IARx0I/AAAAAAAAALA/fgX1imIxjk4/s72-c/hrscris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-2314092164928384223</id><published>2008-08-20T17:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:43:18.015+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A venit si vremea asta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SKwnGQcCa5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/fy9L5pL20w4/s1600-h/teatrul2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SKwnGQcCa5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/fy9L5pL20w4/s320/teatrul2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236603455170309010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A venit si vremea asta ! A venit vremea cand mi s.a pus un teanc de foi in brate si sa fiu nevoita sa le invat...pentru mine, pentru visul meu, pentru talentul care probabil va rasari sau nu in mod evident din sufletul, gura si minte mea. Nu doar ma uit la teatru, il simt, il vorbesc, ii analizez comedia, drama sau tragedia. E noncolor, teatrul este alb si negru precum ying si yang;iti poti valorifica talentul treptat, poti progresa printr.un act, putand dealtfel sa neizbutesti doar intr.un moment. Punand in balanta esecul si reusita nu pot sa.mi dau seama de la inceput care pare sa apese mai mult. 'Greu.ul' este o ambianta nefavorabila pentru toata lumea, dar daca iti dai silinta, daca intradevar vrei si daca cineva crede in tine poti reusi, poti dovedi ca si tu esti in stare de ce altii au facut si altii n.au reusit, uneori poate mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Am onoarea si placerea de a.l avea ca 'indrumator' pentru un scurt timp pe actorul Teatrului de Comedie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.georgegrigore.ro/"&gt;George Grigore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;. Insa doar pentru admitere. Doar pentru un impuls spre reusita examenului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sa va arat cateva fragmentele dintr.o poezie si un monolog pe care le voi avea de interpretat..si nu sunt doar astea...hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;POEZIE &lt;/span&gt;: Romanta raspunsului mut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUTOR&lt;/span&gt; : Ion Minulescu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; Ce văd!…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; E-adevărat?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; Tu eşti?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; Cum?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; N-ai murit?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; Tot mai trăieşti?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; Pendulă care te-ai oprit din mers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Încerci acum să mergi în sens invers?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; De ce zâmbesti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; E-adevarat?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Te-ai razgândit?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ne-am împacat?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Iar ne iubim?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sau, poate, si-azi ne regasim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Aceiasi vechi dusmani?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dar tu mai stii dupa câti ani?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Ce zici?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Asa e c-am ghicit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; De ce-ai venit?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; De ce te-ncrunti si nu-mi raspunzi?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Ce nou secret îmi mai ascunzi?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; De ce scrâsnesti din dinti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Si taci?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Hai!… Spune-mi, ce-ai de gând sa faci?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Deschide-ti gura - mii de draci! -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Si lasa-ma sa-ti mai sarut…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Nu gura…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Ci raspunsul mut!…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;MONOLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; : Hangita (piesa in trei acte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;AUTOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Carlo Goldoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;PERSONAJ&lt;/span&gt; : Mirandolina (fragment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"E hei, ce mi-a fost dat sa aud? Excelenta sa domnul marchiz Seceta ar vrea sa se insoare cu mine?Numai ca nu-i deajuns sa vrea dumnealui sa se-nsoare cu mine!Ar mai trebui ceva:sa vreau si eu! (...) E dusmanul femeilor?Nu le poate suferi?Sarman nebun!Pesemne ca n-a dat inca peste o femeie care sa stie cum sa-l ia.Dar o sa dea...o sa dea!Si cine stie daca n-a si dat? (...) Stau de vorba cu toti, dar nu ma-ndragostesc de nici unul.Vreau sa-mi bat joc de toti caraghiosii de indragostiti plangareti si vreau sa ma slujesc de toate de toate viclesugurile ca sa inving, sa inmoi si sa cuceresc inimile cele salbatice, impietrite si dusmanoase fata de noi, femeile, care suntem cel mai minunat lucru din cate le-a zamislit maica noastra natura!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2909941818385019726-2314092164928384223?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/2314092164928384223/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=2314092164928384223' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2314092164928384223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2314092164928384223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/venit-si-vremea-asta.html' title='A venit si vremea asta...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SKwnGQcCa5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/fy9L5pL20w4/s72-c/teatrul2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-5766458959501491659</id><published>2008-08-14T21:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:21:37.447+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un post cu doua titluri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SKSOXhFgrbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/CBelOUKqdy4/s1600-h/seaside-sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SKSOXhFgrbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/CBelOUKqdy4/s400/seaside-sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234465201580977586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  There's always something in the way...     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urata ipostaza atunci cand trebuie sa alegi intre doua chestii care iti plac foarte mult ! Grea decizie...mult de gandit..! Acum am ales...sper sa nu fi facut alegerea gresita...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inca odata spre fericire...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am ales marea. Am ales drumul infernal de 7 ore aproape cu trenul spre mare. Am ales o saptamana in care n.am sa te mai vad, in care o sa.mi lipsesti atat de mult...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma gandeam acum cateva zile ca am fost la mare o luna fara sa fi facut plaja sau baie macar odata, vara este pe sfarsite, credeam ca n.am s.o mai vad...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inca un motiv sa cred ca dorintele se implinesc, visele devin realitate si daca vrei totul se poate !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-5766458959501491659?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/5766458959501491659/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=5766458959501491659' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5766458959501491659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5766458959501491659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/un-post-cu-doua-titluri.html' title='Un post cu doua titluri...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SKSOXhFgrbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/CBelOUKqdy4/s72-c/seaside-sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-5174171567118484259</id><published>2008-08-11T23:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:48:15.282+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La o tigara cu gandurile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SKCdEVsoK3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/I9GSzid1o2E/s1600-h/2274-127168-clipboard33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SKCdEVsoK3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/I9GSzid1o2E/s400/2274-127168-clipboard33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233355464873880434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Mi.am aprins o tigara. Era intuneric. Nu se auzea decat zgomotul buzelor mele dezlipindu.se odata la cateva secunde de tigara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  - De ce fumezi ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;      M.am uitat in fata mea si am vazut o speranta la care renuntasem demult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;      Am raspuns dezamagita..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   - Ca sa te pot uita pe tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   - Pai nu m.ai uitat ? A trecut mult timp de cand nu ne.am vazut. mi.a spus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   - Speranta moare ultima. am completat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   - Deci inca mai speri... a incercat sa ma intrebe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   - Nu. Nu mai am la ce sa sper. Stii, s.au schimbat multe de cand am vorbit ultima oara. i.am explicat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   - Ce s.a intamplat cu ochii tai ? m.a intrebat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   - I.am inchis sa pot uita de toate teatrele nenorocite. i.am raspuns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - Nu mai vrei fictiune..? Iti placea atat de mult. m.a intrebat dezamagit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - Nu era fictiune. Era viata mea. Ai fost un actor care.si juca rolul in viata mea. i.am spus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - Te.am dezamagit ? m.a intrebat stingandu.mi tigarea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - Tu nu. M.am dezamagit singura. Tu doar ti.ai jucat rolul si am apreciat asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - Stii si tu ca a fost mai mult decat un rol...mi.a zis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - Ochii mei ? l.am intrebat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - Doar ochii...ochii sunt oglinda sufletului. mi.a explicat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - Si sufletul meu? l.am intrebat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - E gol ca si sala asta de teatru. mi.a aratat in jurul lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - Vino ! As vrea sa.ti amintesti cum erai inainte. mi.a spus luandu.mi mainile si tragandu.ma pe scena inalta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;      A cantat un timp. A cantat si dragostea si speranta si fericirea. Apoi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - Am fost tot timpul trista crezand ca sunt fericita. i.am spus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - Asta vezi ? m.a intrebat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - Toata lumea aia moarta incerca sa.mi fure dragostea. i.am mai spus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - Iar eu ? m.a intrebat trist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - Tu ? Nu vezi ca rolul tau a fost fals ? Nu te potriveai deloc acelui rol. i.am aratat spre amintire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - De ce nu m.ai oprit atunci ? m.a intrebat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - Binele si raul s.au jucat in jurul meu. Uitasem de inima mea. i.am explicat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - De ce esti aici ? m.a mai intrebat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    - Ca sa fumez o tigara. i.am raspuns aprinzandu.mi alta tigara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;       Trecuse ceva timp de cand nu mai scosesem nici un cuvant nici unul din noi. Tigarea aproape se terminase..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;     - Inteleg...mi.a spus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;       Am deschis ochii si m.am uitat la el...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;     - Esti fericita acum...a completat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;       Am zambit. Am deschis ochii si mai mult. M.am ridicat si am aruncat mocul de tigara...lasand doar fumul gri in urma mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;     - Succes in jocul teatrelor nenorocite si false ! i.am spus privindu.l cu aceeasi ochi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;        M.am mai intors inca o clipa sa.l privesc cum a luat mocul de tigara de jos si la pus in scrumiera ca si cum n.ar fi vrut niciodata sa se stinga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                Speranta doar a disparut din sufletul meu, n.a murit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-5174171567118484259?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/5174171567118484259/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=5174171567118484259' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5174171567118484259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5174171567118484259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/la-o-tigara-cu-gandurile.html' title='La o tigara cu gandurile...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SKCdEVsoK3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/I9GSzid1o2E/s72-c/2274-127168-clipboard33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-3247072605871891800</id><published>2008-08-09T23:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:47:26.726+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un fel de scrisoare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJ4QWunyFNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fsPbXObgmuo/s1600-h/fragments_home_editor_letter_image1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJ4QWunyFNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fsPbXObgmuo/s320/fragments_home_editor_letter_image1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232637799709152466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Constientizez faptul ca nu sunt eu...constientizez faptul ca transformarea s.a produs dintr.o singura cauza, aceea esti tu..Dar nu,nu esti tu vinovatul..vinovata sunt eu pentru ca este sufletul meu si sunt resopnsabila asupra lui.&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     Deodata ce inevitabilul s.a produs cunoscandu.te pe tine, tu care acum esti intr.un fel esential, imi doresc mai mult numai din cauza ca mi.e teama ca inevitabilul acela de sfarsit sa nu se produca. &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     Sunt  si eu o fiinta, un om care spre deosebire de multe cazuri, am sentimente, am un suflet si o inima...nu o sa le transorm niciodata in pietre, dar nici nu le voi ceda nimanui. Nu neaparat ca sunt orgolioasa sau zgarcita, insa cineva mi le.a  incredintat tocmai ca eu sa am grija de ele, si depinde de situatie sa le dau mai departe. Dar eu n.am facut asta si nici nu voi face.&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     M.ai intrebat daca am iubit...si ti.am raspuns sec ca nu, deci da...acum cred ca ai raspunsul de ce nu am iubit .&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     Am vazut multe persoane care au suferit din dragoste, care au iubit atat de mult incat la final dezamagirea a fost de doua ori mai mare, insa incercand sa le ajut mi.am dat seama ca nu am  posibilitatea de a le ajuta pentru ca nu trecusem prin asa ceva...&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     Nu doresc sa iubesc niciodata, desi am auzit ca e cel mai frumos sentiment, insa in contradictoriu  exista si foarte multe consecinte.&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     Cand am crezut ca iubesc am renuntat la multe lucruri de care eram dependenta, incercand sa ma conving singura ca nu voi mai avea nevoie de acele lucruri, am renuntat la persoane speciale doar pentru ca eu sa fiu fericita, cel putin asa ma credeam, fericita. Cand inevitabilul acela de sfarsit de care vorbeam s.a produs, m.am convins ca nu iubeam si am incercat sa.mi recapat lucrurile si increderea persoanelor pe care le pierdusem...insa degeaba...finalul a fost cand eu nu mai aveam nimic.&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     Cum este in viziunea ta un om fericit, dragule? Dupa parerea mea un om fericit ar dori sa afle o lume intreaga cat de fericit este el...incearca sa arate fericirea prin toate modurile posibile, vrea sa.si exprime sentimentele oricum ar fi posibil.&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     Cu toate astea, si cu toate cele petrecute nu.ti reprosez nimic, nu sunt cea in masura care sa te critice, desi stiu ca mai tarziu imi va parea rau ca nu am facut.o. De obicei imi pare rau de un lucru care vreau sa.l fac, insa nu ajung sa.l fac decat de un lucru deja facut. Degeaba mi.ar parea rau, pentru ca timpul inapoi nu va merge niciodata.&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     Nu am prea multi ani ca sa fiu in masura de a fi invatat  multe lucruri importante si esentiale de la viata, insa din ce am invatat pana acum, iti pot spune, asa ca un sfat ca de la prieten la prieten ca persoanele din jurul tau ar trebui sa fie pe primul loc intotdeauna. Un om sau viata lui nu se va putea cumpara niciodata cu bani si nici increderea lui nu o vei catiga ignorandu.l ! Mai tarziu poate vei avea nevoie de increderea unei persoane si nu vei avea pe nimeni langa tine. Mai tarziu poate o sa vrei sa vezi o persoana si nu va mai fi langa tine.&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     Viata este plina de inevitabil. Inevitabilul are mai multe forme : nasterea, dragostea, casatoria, despartirea, un esec sau o reusita si in final moartea.&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     Existi in viata mea pentru ca un inevitabil s.a produs, te vreau si incerc sa te am langa mine pentru a nu lasa alt inevitabil sa se produca...&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     Din nou spun ca o astfel de scriere se poate numi 'a merge la coarda sensibila', dar si ce daca? Mai bine asa, decat ca tine...&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Invata.ma cum sa te iubesc, nu ma invata cum sa ma indepartez de tine...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-3247072605871891800?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/3247072605871891800/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=3247072605871891800' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/3247072605871891800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/3247072605871891800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/un-fel-de-scrisoare.html' title='Un fel de scrisoare'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJ4QWunyFNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fsPbXObgmuo/s72-c/fragments_home_editor_letter_image1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-2781719858001698205</id><published>2008-08-09T20:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:54:28.184+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre tine...TOT TU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJ3XZu7ebuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/BAYyaX6yX60/s1600-h/poze_notite_3121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJ3XZu7ebuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/BAYyaX6yX60/s400/poze_notite_3121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232575179168575202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; De ce eu sunt fericita, iar tu nu esti nici macar pe jumatate din cat sunt eu ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Iar vocea  din off : Daca ar fi sa curga lacrimi...sa curga ale tale !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Gata plec ! De luni voi fi off de tot...trebuia demult sa.mi dau seama ca ar trebui sa ma mai gandesc si la mine nu numai la cei din jurul meu ! Si din nou am facut o mare gresala gandindu.ma la tine..! Am revenit la parerea mea initiala despre barbati..!&lt;br /&gt;   Daca ar fi dupa mine in momentul de fata nu m.as mai intoarce niciodata...acum intradevar am tot timpul din lume pentru mine si pentru gandurile mele. De luni nu vreau sa mai am timp de nimeni..sa nu ma mai gandesc nici macar la tine.. &lt;br /&gt;   Si da...de luni voi renunta si la telefoanele astea idioate care cateodata nu ma lasa nici sa respir...Cateodata chiar am impresia ca lucrez la centrala de telefoane..la rezervari bilete pentru teatru (nu stiu de ce am dat tocmai exemplul asta) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Acum inchei...si termin cu tot..! Sunt mult prea sad si nervoasa pe mine totodata...DE CE ? Tu stii mai bine...doar ai spus ca suntem la fel...   &lt;br /&gt;   N.o sa.mi fie dor de tine...nu...n.o sa.mi fie...deloc !(si uite cateodata ma mai mint si singura) ; dar poate e maibine sa cred ca n.o sa.mi fie dor de tine !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-2781719858001698205?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/2781719858001698205/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=2781719858001698205' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2781719858001698205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2781719858001698205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/despre-tinetot-tu.html' title='Despre tine...TOT TU...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJ3XZu7ebuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/BAYyaX6yX60/s72-c/poze_notite_3121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-2967403754875347275</id><published>2008-08-09T20:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:28:38.307+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce sa fac daca te iubesc ?..dar nu ma intorc niciodata din drum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJ3TiA1EgcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EahRTnAIm08/s1600-h/sad_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJ3TiA1EgcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EahRTnAIm08/s320/sad_girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232570923365990850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daca as putea sa dau timpul inapoi si sa schimb ceva as face-o&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa fac daca te iubesc?&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa fac daca nu stiu sa distrug zidul asta de ura care ne desparte ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu poate sa fie bine ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu e suficienta iubirea ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce fiecare clipa de fericire trebuie sa o platesti in lacrimi ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu vii ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu vii ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caut speranta….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pur si simplu DE CE ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pot gasi in ce sa cred&lt;br /&gt;Sa pot pastra nu sa tot pierd &lt;br /&gt;Prin orice vis prin orice gand &lt;br /&gt;Voi cauta …&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt aici dar tu nu ma vezi &lt;br /&gt;Te vei trezi zambind &lt;br /&gt;Cand eu te voi face sa crezi&lt;br /&gt;Ca vei mai iubi &lt;br /&gt;Si ca-ti vei dori sa poti avea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimi de iubire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma prefac ca nu sunt eu &lt;br /&gt;Sa schimb prezentul mi-ar fi greu&lt;br /&gt;Dar pot ignora si pot uita &lt;br /&gt;Toata durerea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pot gasi in ce sa cred&lt;br /&gt;Sa pot pastra nu sa tot pierd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-2967403754875347275?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/2967403754875347275/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=2967403754875347275' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2967403754875347275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2967403754875347275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/ce-sa-fac-daca-te-iubesc-dar-nu-ma.html' title='Ce sa fac daca te iubesc ?..dar nu ma intorc niciodata din drum...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJ3TiA1EgcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EahRTnAIm08/s72-c/sad_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-6693254143656554127</id><published>2008-08-08T18:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:27:10.685+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest *** in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJxledU7W-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZIt4OcAsB5E/s1600-h/mandymooreew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJxledU7W-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZIt4OcAsB5E/s320/mandymooreew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232168441040559074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hear your voice when no one's around&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here when i'm loosing ground&lt;br /&gt;Feel like the earth move under my feet&lt;br /&gt;I feel you in every single heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a lovely, lovely refrain&lt;br /&gt;You spinin' round and round in my brain&lt;br /&gt;I sing this tune until it's unfurled&lt;br /&gt;You've got the sweetest *** in the world&lt;br /&gt;*** in the world... &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/2909941818385019726-6693254143656554127?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/6693254143656554127/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=6693254143656554127' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6693254143656554127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6693254143656554127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweetest-in-world.html' title='Sweetest *** in the world'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJxledU7W-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZIt4OcAsB5E/s72-c/mandymooreew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-8766584254481539849</id><published>2008-08-08T12:01:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:17:29.141+03:00</updated><title type='text'>'Vrei sa fii sotia mea?'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJwLtLCRKbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SQP-BLuU1r8/s1600-h/xaH5hi204330-02.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJwLtLCRKbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SQP-BLuU1r8/s400/xaH5hi204330-02.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232069737781995954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peste tot aud chestia asta:'Vrei sa fii sotia mea?' ... cat de absurd..cat de sterse au devenit cuvintele astea si cat de expirate sunt ! N.as vrea sa aud cuvintele astea niciodata in viata mea...!!! Trebuie ceva original...ceva care sa nu fie gandit prea mult, sa fie prompt dar si frumos. Ceva care sa.i dea celui care o face adrenalina multa..sa fie cu sufletul la gura de cum va reactiona 'ea' la 'inevitabil' si nu de raspunsul pe care.l asteapta. Nu cred ca ar trebui sa stea cu sufletul la gura din cauza raspunsului pe care ar trebui sa.l dea persoana de langa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si rochiile albe...fetelor..sunt expirate si ele..:D eu vreau una verde...:)) hehe..nu una exagerata dar VERDE !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O poza funny pt putina destindere...:D !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-8766584254481539849?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/8766584254481539849/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=8766584254481539849' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8766584254481539849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8766584254481539849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/vrei-sa-fii-sotia-mea.html' title='&apos;Vrei sa fii sotia mea?&apos;'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJwLtLCRKbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SQP-BLuU1r8/s72-c/xaH5hi204330-02.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-870668940243602866</id><published>2008-08-08T09:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:28:52.951+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimineata - Fericire  08.08.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJv1YpVt8WI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HeCFHQkHU4U/s1600-h/400_1191899488_11427e51bc1f373caa9d861d023a2198o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJv1YpVt8WI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HeCFHQkHU4U/s320/400_1191899488_11427e51bc1f373caa9d861d023a2198o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232045195883573602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Daca stii,    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Zi.mi cum se poate in toate sa fii doar tu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Si zi si noapte aproape.ti simt sufletul..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      Zi.mi cum se poate in toate sa te.ntalnesc?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      Si.n orice sa te gasesc..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Pana deseara,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Stiu ca de mine.ti va fi dor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Si orele parca trec mai usor...:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-870668940243602866?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/870668940243602866/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=870668940243602866' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/870668940243602866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/870668940243602866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/dimineata-fericire-080808.html' title='Dimineata - Fericire  08.08.08'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJv1YpVt8WI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HeCFHQkHU4U/s72-c/400_1191899488_11427e51bc1f373caa9d861d023a2198o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-8686872471692254247</id><published>2008-08-06T21:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:31:36.131+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai am 2 vicii...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJns8yvSscI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QCxmi18JcRk/s1600-h/image01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJns8yvSscI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QCxmi18JcRk/s320/image01.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231472971323978178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Gata ! Am scapat de Coca Cola. Sticla de Cola mi.a fost prietena timp de aproape 6 ani...cu parere de rau ma despart de ea...o sa.mi fie greu, dar m.am hotarat sa renunt la Cola. Pana azi am avut timp de aproape 6 ani numai Cola pe langa mine...dimineata cand ma trezeam beam Cola, si dupa ce mancam, si dupa ce fumam, si dupa ce veneam de afara, in oras tot Cola beam. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Am auzit ca sucul asta negru care mi.a placut la nebunie, face mai mult rau decat tigarile...Oricum la tigari nu renunt...nu vreau :D !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Mai am 2 vicii...tigarile si Tu...! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-8686872471692254247?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/8686872471692254247/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=8686872471692254247' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8686872471692254247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8686872471692254247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/mai-am-2-vicii.html' title='Mai am 2 vicii...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJns8yvSscI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QCxmi18JcRk/s72-c/image01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-5794840794528465449</id><published>2008-08-06T16:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:14:42.947+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sa ne traiesti mireasa desteapta si frumoasa !"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJmjjbhHNpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dXQx8_uxe_Y/s1600-h/100_1795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJmjjbhHNpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dXQx8_uxe_Y/s400/100_1795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231392271244932754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A venit timpul si la poza asta ! Buchetul l.am prins...voalul il aveam pe cap...numai ginerele lipsea :( ! Dar o sa gasesc repede unul ca doar urmeaza nunta mea daca am prins buchetul :D !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-5794840794528465449?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/5794840794528465449/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=5794840794528465449' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5794840794528465449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5794840794528465449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/sa-ne-traiesti-mireasa-desteapta-si.html' 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TI SE MAI PARE COOL ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-637701077981594653?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/637701077981594653/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=637701077981594653' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/637701077981594653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/637701077981594653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/poate-traiesti-dar-poti-trai-cu-asta.html' title='Poate traiesti, dar poti trai cu asta ?'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-3013010207516951448</id><published>2008-08-05T15:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:45.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru prieteni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJhJ6a6z5lI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IDP72w5ULQY/s1600-h/make+and+lose+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJhJ6a6z5lI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IDP72w5ULQY/s320/make+and+lose+friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231012235198064210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Prietenia se masoara doar in amintiri,voie buna,liniste si iubire...prietenia inseamna iubirea suprema, cel mai valoros lucru, cea mai deschisa comunicare...adevarul cel mai sever,cel mai sincer sfat si cea mai mare comuniune de ganduri de care sunt capabili femeile si barbatii. Nu exista iubire mai mare si mai puternica decat cea pe care o exprima prietenia... un lucru bun devine mai bun si mai frumos daca poti sa-l imparti cu prietenii. Prietenii au ceva ce iti lipseste...de pilda optimismul. Ei te fac sa simti ca totul va fi bine in lume cat timp iti vor sta in preajma. Kilometri obositori trec repede si ii parcurgi mai vesel, mai usor...Si lumea-ntreaga pare mai senina cand ai un prieten drept insotitor... Prietenii cei mai apropiati sunt cei care inteleg cel mai bine ce e cu viata noastra, carora le pasa de noi la fel ca si noua,care ne sunt alaturi la succese si la esecuri, sunt cei care rup farmecele asupra singuratatilor noastre.Prietenii trainici sunt cu adevarat una dintre bogatiile vietii.Avutia ta este acolo unde sunt prietenii tai.Temelia adevaratei prietenii este incredere !!!Edificiul ei-respectul.....Prieteni, tovarasi de drum,iubiti, ne sunt cei care ne acorda increderea lor deplina.. Un prieten este alaturi de tine atunci cand nu mai e nimeni altcineva...Tot ce pot face pentrul prietenul meu este sa-i fiu pur si simplu prieten..Nu am averi cu care sa-l rasplatesc..Daca el stie ca prietenia lui ma face fericit,nu va dori o alta recompensa. In asta consta maretia prieteniei. Tin la tine pt ca stii sa ignori slabiciunile si ratacirile mele si ma sustii cu fermitate sa dau ce-i mai bun din mine. Un prieten te accepta asa cum esti...dar spera la ceea ce ai putea sa fii. Pt a-ti face un prieten trebuie sa mai inchizi cate un ochi. Pt a-l pastra insa pe amandoi. Un prieten este cineva care te stie pe dinafara si inca-i mai place ce vede. Fericirea pare a fi fost data pt a fi impartasita. Cand prietenii sunt cei adevarati, ei reprezinta cel mai sigur lucru din lume. Prietenii sunt tot ce conteaza!&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/2909941818385019726-3013010207516951448?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/3013010207516951448/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=3013010207516951448' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/3013010207516951448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/3013010207516951448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/pentru-prieteni.html' title='Pentru prieteni'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJhJ6a6z5lI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IDP72w5ULQY/s72-c/make+and+lose+friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-1316970504188050491</id><published>2008-08-04T17:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:45.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eterna plaja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJcQgVsy2iI/AAAAAAAAAII/iBpqn9u538o/s1600-h/HalfMoonBayBeachWideAngle1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJcQgVsy2iI/AAAAAAAAAII/iBpqn9u538o/s320/HalfMoonBayBeachWideAngle1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230667639981005346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Stătea pe malul apei, scormonind în nisip şi&lt;br /&gt;uneori găsea câte un ciob colorat.&lt;br /&gt;Porţelanuri vechi, albastre, rotunjite de apă,&lt;br /&gt;o priveau misterios; cristale mici, încă ascuţite,&lt;br /&gt;împrăştiau raze iuţi şi, de cele mai multe ori,&lt;br /&gt;bucăţi de ceramică roşiatică, resemnate&lt;br /&gt;într-un somn adânc, închise pentru&lt;br /&gt;totdeauna înţelegerii, poposeau pentru o clipă&lt;br /&gt;în palma sa. Le cerceta cu mirare, de fiecaredată, cu toate că lucrurile se petreceau înfiecare zi la fel. Pe nisip apăru o umbră lungă.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Ce faci?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dacă aş şti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E bine când îţi dai seama că nu ştii.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E doar o tristeţe. Aş vrea să nu mai fie, dar ea trece prin mine fără să înţeleg de unde vine şi unde vrea să ajungă, dacă este a mea sau nu… parcă ar cere ceva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mda, multă singurătate. Dacă vrei, îţi ţin de urât.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Vreau. Numai că nu este atât de simplu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nimic nu este “aşa de simplu”.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Şi atunci de ce spui că îmi vei ţine de urât?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ai vrea să rămân?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Poate aş vrea… nu îmi place să fiu doar un popas pentru călători.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dacă nu aş veni dintr-un loc pentru a ajunge în altul, poate aş rămâne.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Şi ce te-ar face să rămâi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dacă aş găsi ce nu am găsit toată viaţa.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nu e deloc simplu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ţi-am spus, nimic nu este ce pare a fi. Poate nici nu sunt un călător.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dar ce ai putea fi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Un căutător.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mda, căutătorii nu îşi schimbă neapărat locul. Eu vin aici mereu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dacă au găsit ceea ce căutau, nu. Rămân să înţeleagă ce au găsit, să desăvârşească povestea împlinirii. Altfel, cunoaşterea ar fi parţială. Un dar risipit.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Şi cu iubirea este la fel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uite că ştii ceva.&lt;br /&gt;- V&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ezi ciobul acesta albastru? Dintre toate, el îmi place cel mai mult. Parcă vorbeşte despre ceva. Îmi vine să îl iau cu mine. De parcă aş putea să îi fiu casă.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Şi de ce nu îl iei?!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nu ştiu. El aparţine clipei acesteia. Dacă îl las pe plajă, mă voi gândi mereu la el, îmi va fi dor; dacă îl iau, l-aş putea uita într-un sertar şi ar fi nedrept. Cum alegi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ciobul care va fi al tau îţi va spune singur “ia-mă cu tine”. Şi chiar dacă nu o va face, vei simţi că pe acela nu vrei să îl laşi, nu poţi, este al tău. Adică şi tu îi aparţii lui.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Poţi aştepta o viaţă.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vrei dreptate?!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nu ştiu, dar nu mă pot abţine. Mi se pare trist. Tu poţi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Da, eu pot. Uneori. De cele mai multe ori.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Şi crezi că în felul acesta, deciziile tale au mai multă valoare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Poate da, poate nu, dar sunt ale mele, sunt un om liber.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Când eşti liber, eşti mai puţin trist, aşa-i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tristeţea este o opţiune. Mă gândesc la altceva. Nu mai eşti ataşat.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Vorbeşti despre tristeţe ca despre o alegere. Câte din alegerile noastre sunt de fapt adevărate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tristeţea este o atitudine în faţa evenimentelor şi poţi opta pentru ea. Cât despre ataşament… abseţa lui îţi dă şansa mai multor întâlniri. Nu ţi se pare niciuna mai importantă ca alta, până apare aceea, unica. Atunci, totul devine altfel. E pur şi simplu cunoaştere.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Şi cei care rămân în urmă? La ei nu te gândeşti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ei trebuie să se gândească, ce îi împiedică? Fiecare este liber să aleagă. Pe acela nu îl pune nimeni să fie altceva decât vrea să fie.Fiecare poate alege.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Între iubire şi cunoaştere ce alegi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ataşamentul nu este iubire. Iubirea înseamnă libertate sau cel puţin aşa ar fi ideal, să te ridici la acest nivel al iubirii. Altfel, ceea ce părea să promită fericirea este doar un prilej de suferinţă. Hoţul care a furat o comoară este neliniştit, comoara nu. Un diamant străluceşte la fel şi pe degetul unei regine şi pe degetul unui hoţ. Regina se poartă cu detaşare, hoţul cu disperarea de a nu fi prins.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Povestea ta este despre cunoaştere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Este un fel de a trăi.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Şi povestea despre iubire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pe aceea să mi-o spui tu.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Femeile aleg iubirea…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- De obicei.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Bărbaţii aleg cunoaşterea…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se mai întâmplă şi invers.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bărbaţii uită femeile care aleg iubirea. Ei le vor pe cele care aleg cunoaşterea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sunt puţine.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;De aceea sunt mulţi bărbaţi nefericiţi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Şi femei. Primele rămân în sertar, iar celelalte pe plajă.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Şi în gândul bărbaţilor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dacă asta te consolează…&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nu, pentru că ei au mereu câte un ciob în sertar, dar nu este cel albastru. Acela rămâne pe plajă.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- …&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mai vrei să îmi ţii de urât?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tu vrei şi iubirea şi cunoaşterea.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Mda! Nu vreau nici în sertar, nici pe plaja. Vreau în buzunarul de la piept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cât timp crezi că ai la dispoziţie?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Întâlnirile importante nu se măsoară. Poate că de aici vine tristeţea aceea… Vezi? Tu eşti cel care nu are timp. Voi sunteţi cei care pleacă, punând în sertar un ciob, care se nimereşte. De ce mai visaţi atunci la cel de pe plajă? Pentru a-l pune într-o zi în sertar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Utopiile au făcut totdeauna din oameni nişte nefericiţi. De ce nu te mulţumeşti cu ce ai?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nu ştiu, ţi-am spus de la început. Poate.. pentru că am un ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uite, eu aduc nisip şi apă şi cu cioburile tale, vom face cel mai frumos castel de pe plajă. Vrei?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Vreau. Şi unde punem ciobul albastru?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vom vedea. Îi vom găsi un loc ales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A doua zi, plaja era aceeaşi. Valurile albastre veneau şi plecau, spunând o poveste de când lumea, aceeaşi poveste, cu alte personaje. Fiecăruia îi vine rândul, măcar o dată. Nisipul strălucea în lumina soarelui, iar castelul, după cum se şi aşteptase, devenise o grămăjoară diformă de nisip. Cioburile erau şi ele risipite pe plajă, sclipind în soare. Le privi, ca în fiecare dimineaţă. Dintre toate, lipsea ciobul albastru. Tresări. Unde era ciobul albastru? Îşi aduse aminte, ca prin vis, că ultima dată îl vazuse în mâna lui şi apoi iar îşi aminti cum el dusese mâna la buzunarul de la piept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-1316970504188050491?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/1316970504188050491/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=1316970504188050491' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1316970504188050491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1316970504188050491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/eterna-plaja.html' title='Eterna plaja'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJcQgVsy2iI/AAAAAAAAAII/iBpqn9u538o/s72-c/HalfMoonBayBeachWideAngle1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-6711958812168319798</id><published>2008-08-04T17:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:02:00.882+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acum spun, doar : "Te urasc !"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O voce din off: Cel mai crunt blestem e sa te întâlnesti cu furia unei femei ranite. E genul de întâlnire din care n-ai cum sa iesi viu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nu am nevoie de tine. Poti sa te însori linistit. Putin îmi pasa. Pur si simplu te urasc pentru ca m-ai adus în starea aia în care sa-mi dau voie sa iubesc. Acum nu. Acum gata. S-a terminat. Erai ultima speranta, ultima încercare, ultima sansa pe care o dadeam unui tip sa-mi demonstreze ca NU e asa cum cred, ca nu sunteti toti la fel. Dar sunteti. TOTI. S-a dus. Nu mai cred în barbati. Înainte mai aveam umbra unui dubiu, dar acum sunt convinsa ca sunteti incapabili sa iubiti altceva decât propriul eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma amuza baieteii care se vaita ca au suferit din dragoste si ca nenorocita dracului ce a îndraznit sa le faca. V-a ranit orgoliul, ma, nu sentimentele. Voi nu suferiti din dragoste, voi suferiti din mândrie. Nenorocita, pe care, personal, o ador, indiferent cine ar fi ea, v-a umilit, v-a pus coarne, v-a acceptat cadourile si a ramas în continuare cu picioarele încrucisate, a profitat de buzunarul dvs., dar s-a culcat cu altul, curva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va salut, domnilor. Asteptati-va la tot ce poate fi mai rau. O sa va iau oricum prin surprindere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-6711958812168319798?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/6711958812168319798/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=6711958812168319798' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6711958812168319798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6711958812168319798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/acum-spun-doar-te-urasc.html' title='Acum spun, doar : &quot;Te urasc !&quot;'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-4534718607504713673</id><published>2008-08-04T16:54:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:00:12.332+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Asta am spus eu odata: "Pa, iubitule! Ma duc sa dansez putin"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; - Ma duc sa fiu frumoasa si stralucitoare si sa dansez cu fetele într-un club. Sigur nu te plictisesti aici, singur si intelectual?&lt;br /&gt; - Nu, îmi spuse el si zâmbi cald. O sa te astept printre carti. O sa fii frumoasa si ei o sa te adore.&lt;br /&gt; - Si eu o sa-i sfidez si o sa le întorc spatele. Si o sa fiu indiferenta si aroganta, si când nimeni nu o sa fie atent, o sa trag cu ochiul spre usa, sa vad daca nu cumva ti-ai abandonat amantele-carti de dragul meu…si apoi o sa bem un pahar de vin si o sa te privesc de parca nu te-am mai vazut niciodata si tu o sa ma cercetezi neîncrezator, ca pe una dintre teoriile tale si o sa ramânem asa suspendati într-o clipa, în timp.&lt;br /&gt;El mai zâmbi o data, ca unei fetite de 5 ani care îti povesteste atât de însufletita Cenusareasa, de parca ar fi convinsa ca n-ai mai auzit-o niciodata.&lt;br /&gt; - Hai, mergi si distreaza-te. O sa te surprind mai târziu.&lt;br /&gt;M-am apropiat mai mult, ca sa ma conving ca nu are o cireasa în loc de buza. Nu avea. Era ceva mai bun. Asa ca i-am închis în minte zâmbetul si am plecat fericita. Dragostea e atunci când esti fericit chiar si când nu e lânga tine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-4534718607504713673?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/4534718607504713673/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=4534718607504713673' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/4534718607504713673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/4534718607504713673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/asta-am-spus-eu-odata-pa-iubitule-ma.html' title='Asta am spus eu odata: &quot;Pa, iubitule! Ma duc sa dansez putin&quot;'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-6760761749463384647</id><published>2008-08-04T16:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:57:22.238+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Asta ai spus odata: "Mersi, dar nu.."</title><content type='html'>    &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Nu acum. Nu pot acum. Adica nu e nimic în neregula cu tine, numai ca nu pot acum. Nici mâine. Poimâine sunt ocupat, iar raspoi…nu, uite, saptamâna asta nu pot. Da. Nu pot saptamâna asta. Asta pot sa-ti spun sigur, ca saptamâna asta nu pot. Nici dupa nu cred. Adica saptamâna viitoare o sa fiu ocupat, iar peste doua saptamâni o sa continui sa trag de timp, ca si acum, asa ca nu conta prea mult pe ce zic. Adica mersi, apreciez, nu e nimic în neregula cu tine, chiar nu, dar nu pot acum. Poate…adica nu. Fara poate. Sunt destul de sigur ca acum nu, si nici nu cred ca exista un poate. Adica poate cine stie ce se poate întâmpla cu viata omului, nu? Dar din cum vad eu lucrurile…nu, nu te vad în viata mea, adica nu acum. Nu, nu pot acum. Mersi, dar nu."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-6760761749463384647?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/6760761749463384647/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=6760761749463384647' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6760761749463384647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6760761749463384647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/asta-ai-spus-odata-mersi-dar-nu.html' title='Asta ai spus odata: &quot;Mersi, dar nu..&quot;'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-524353751401442882</id><published>2008-08-04T00:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:14:22.074+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un vis si o speranta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  Am avut un vis ciudat de frumos ieri noapte...Care ? Pai daca il scriu aici o sa contrazic singura avand in vedere ceea ce ti.am spus azi...Ok...fie..treaca mearga de la mine..doar esti si tu om, esti curios, timid, dar si rau cateodata (in sensul bun)...asa cum esti, Tu...ai ceva al tau si apreciez asta, nu ca mi.ar placea Doamne fereste :P&lt;br /&gt;     Spuneam ca la cat am plans ieri noapte...visul a compensat cu mult nenorocitele alea de ore in care m.am gandit doar la tine si la 'situatie'...bun...! &lt;br /&gt;     Am visat, deci am visat ca am adormit...chiar daca dormeam in timp ce visam...si m.ai sunat tu, care desi trebuia sa ma suni n.ai facut.o,asta pana sa fii adormit in realitate...in fine, si...unde eram? aaa...m.ai sunat si mi.ai spus primul 'Te iubesc'...si ca un fel de certitudine m.ai chemat jos...jos evident, erai tu, ca daca era vreo teapa, fie vis fie realitate, te bateam, erai tu si teoretic mi.ai spus al doilea 'Te iubesc' desi practic...&lt;br /&gt;     Intradevar...un vis simplu dar totodata superb...a compensat ce sa mai ! Si gata atat am avut de spus. Am mentionat faptul ca imi este dor de tine ? Sau faptul ca dabea astept sa te vad ? Ar fi doua lucruri echivalente, dar amandoua maresc cu mult dorul asta de tine, il intensifica ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-524353751401442882?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/524353751401442882/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=524353751401442882' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/524353751401442882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/524353751401442882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/un-vis-si-o-speranta.html' title='Un vis si o speranta'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-7750108176843740725</id><published>2008-08-03T23:29:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:45.705+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stelele care cad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJYazbSQfGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MUpwEUw_L20/s1600-h/stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJYazbSQfGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MUpwEUw_L20/s320/stars.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230397488037395554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;Imi place sa cred ca stelele care cad nu pier ci se duc pe un alt cer, asa cum spun cei de la Taxi intr.o melodie superba de.a lor...Ok...nu stiu unde se duc stele care cad, dar doua dintre ele stiu cu siguranta unde s.au dus atunci cand au cazut. Unde ? Hihihi...asta n.am sa va spun, insa cine ma va cunoaste in real life, si nu doar din scrieri...va observa si va afla totodata raspunsul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Oare unde s.or duce stelele care cad ? Sunt mari intradevar...niste 'bolovani' imensi...sa ajunga oare doar cenusa lor pe Pamant ? Cate stele au fost descoperite pe planeta noastra oare ?...Hmmm...si as mai avea o nelamurire...Daca si de pe Venus se vede cum cad stelele. "Bai...come on..stelele nu cad 'Dom'le'...stelele mor si gata...!" :)) - asta era vorba cuiva -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Ok, imi place sa ma uit la stele...ma linisteste...la mare noaptea se vad stelele superb, si ar mai fi si sunetul valurilor..hmmm...nice senzation :D ! Imi place sa privesc stelele de oriunde numai sa se vada clar! Si ma uit cu orele...am senzatia de foarte multe ori ca pur si simplu stelele sunt niste puncte fosforescente pictate de un pictor care a stat toata viata in inchisoare datorita faptului ca a furat vopseaua fosforescenta dintr.un magazin de vopsele (normal)...hmm..hai k asta cu pictorul n.a fost funny deloc...dar cateodata stau si imi imaginez pictorul furand vopseaua aia :)) ! De multe ori stau si ma gandesc cum ar arata stelele pe tavanul din camera mea...frumos peisaj as avea cand ma bag in pat la somn...as mai instala un reflector pentru a.l asemana cu luna si gata :)) !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Gata...am inceput sa delirez...eu inchei ! Kisses ;;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-7750108176843740725?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/7750108176843740725/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=7750108176843740725' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7750108176843740725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7750108176843740725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/stelele-care-cad.html' title='Stelele care cad...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJYazbSQfGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MUpwEUw_L20/s72-c/stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-594733779200362566</id><published>2008-08-02T22:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:45.798+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A fost...si a revenit !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJTAUyLcxxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DrLXTb-lquA/s1600-h/writing450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJTAUyLcxxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DrLXTb-lquA/s320/writing450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230016530583701266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a fost...o fetita careia ii placea la nebunie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;marea, ar fi facut orice sa vada macar o clipa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in fiecare zi marea. Pentru ca nu avea cum sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o vada in fiecare zi, micuta isi dorea din ce in ce mai mult sa se afle acolo unde valurile ating tarmul plin de scoici. Acesteia ii placea culoarea verde foarte mult deoarece considera ca este culoarea puritatii, la fel ca sufletul ei, ii placea atat de mult verdele pentru ca in jurul ei era numai verde. Era o fire foarte sensibila si totodata glumeata...facea din orice cuvant, orice lucru o gluma doar pentru a nu o vedea cei din jurul ei ca este trista si ca ii venea sa planga mai tot timpul. Toata lumea se minuna de ochii acesteia, ochii ei verzi dar foarte tristi, avea intotdeauna ochii tristi, la fel ca si sufletul ei. Nu avea multi prieteni, insa cei care erau in jurul ei erau oameni si buni si rai, oameni pe care i.a iubit nespus de mult, dar care au dezamagit.o, erau zi de zi in jurul ei deoarece fetita nu putea sta suparata pe ei, iertandu.le toate greselile. Prieteni avea doar 2 sau 3, dar acestia vor ramane mereu prietenii ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Intr.o zi, micuta a plecat la mare, unde.i placea atat de mult...dabea astepta sa asculte valurile cum se loveau de malul umed. Ajunsa acolo, a stat o perioada mai lunga, o perioada foarte importanta in viata ei pe care a stiut sa o traiasca din plin fara regrete. Era singura la mare si nimeni nu i se alatura, multi oameni o vedeau adesea plimbandu.se in picioarele goale pe malul apei, insa n.a indraznit nimeni sa se bage in vorba cu ea. Chiar daca era la mare, fetita tot trista era pentru ca era singura, fara putinii ei prieteni de care i se facea dor pe zi ce trecea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ultima ei plimbare, ultima clipa de neuitat inainte sa se intoarca acasa avea sa fie cea mai norocoasa, deoarece, timid, un baiat s.a apropiat de ea spunandu.i cat de frumoasa este, si cat de norocos este ca a intalnit.o. Fetita timida si sensibila din fire, l.a apucat de mana pe baiat, care i se parea mai special, si s.au plimbat o vreme pe plaja intunecata. Spre dimineata, cand deja isi facusera multe promisiuni, fata il intreba pe baiat daca o iubeste. Baiatul nestiind ce sa.i raspunda, a tacut privind marea. Aceasta i.a mai spus ca daca o iubeste ar vrea ca el sa faca soarele sa rasara exact in acel moment. Baiatul i.a promis ca.l va face sa rasara, si ca va fi cel mai minunat rasarit din viata ei, numai ca trebuia sa mai astepte cateva clipe. Minutele se scurgeau si fata trebuia sa plece acasa. Soarele nu rasarise. Micuta dezamagita, insa oferindu.i inca o sansa baiatului il lua de mana pe acesta spunandu.i ca vrea sa mearga acasa. S.au ridicat de pe nisip si au inceput sa mearga catre casa. Nu trecu mult timp si baiatul intorcandu.se a zarit soarele ce tocmai rasarea, si i.a spus fetei sa mai astepte o clipa si sa se intoarca. Fata la vederea soarelui a ras pana cand a inceput sa planga de fericire. Ochii ei nu mai erau tristi . Fusese cel mai frumos rasarit din viata ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ajunsi acasa cei doi au continuat un timp sa se vada, erau foarte fericiti...pana intr.o zi cand fata l.a asteptat pe baiat un timp indelungat, insa acesta n.a mai aparut...Din ziua aceea fata a inceput sa planga fara oprire. Nimic nu o putea inveseli si nimeni nu mai reusea sa o faca sa fie fericita si sa zambeasca. Ochii ei erau si mai tristi...buzele ii tremurau incontinuu..se gandea numai la baiat si la dezamagirea din sufletul ei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mai departe urma a doua zi, si fata avea sa planga incontinuu, fara ca nici macar sa mai poata glumi pentru a se opri din plans...Si acum, fata plange in continuare...si va plange pana cand ea si el vor unul langa celalalt si vo fi fericiti !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                                                                                          &lt;div align="right"&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/2909941818385019726-594733779200362566?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/594733779200362566/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=594733779200362566' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/594733779200362566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/594733779200362566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/fostsi-revenit.html' title='A fost...si a revenit !'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJTAUyLcxxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DrLXTb-lquA/s72-c/writing450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-2830695633355464673</id><published>2008-08-02T17:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:45.982+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucruri simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJR7ps446nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gz67CObiiJo/s1600-h/sad+girldf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJR7ps446nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gz67CObiiJo/s320/sad+girldf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229941023638612594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cand te.am sunat dormeai...n.am vrut sa te deranjez, iarta.ma dar vroiam sa.ti spun ca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;     Stii, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;o floare traieste pana se ofileste;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;un pix scrie pana i se consuma pasta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;televizorul functioneaza pana ce cedeaza;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sapunul te curata pana se topeste;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;inghetata te.ndulceste pana nu mai e;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ti.e sete de apa pana termini sticla;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;fumezi tigara pana ce ajungi la filtru;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;privesti o stea pana ce aceasta se prabuseste in van;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mirosi frumos pana se consuma parfumul;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;porti bluza pana se murdareste;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;asculti o melodie pana cand se termina;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;te bucuri de iarna pana cand aceasta trece;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;fiintele traiesc pana mor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;soarele straluceste pana apune;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;     N.am vrut sa spun nimic, stiu ca stii toate acestea, insa gandeste.te ca asa sunt si eu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;     Ai observat...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;privesc cu ajutorul sufletului tau deshis; nu.ti inchide sufletul in fata mea, ai vrea ca eu sa orbesc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;zambesc neincetat la vederea ta; nu ma evita, ai vrea sa ma vezi plangand mereu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sunt frumoasa si pura atunci cand sunt langa tine; nu ma parasi, ai vrea sa imi ascund chipul in fata celorlalti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sunt puternica datorita saruturilor tale; nu inceta sa ma saruti, doresti sa ma vezi la pamant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;respir cu ajutorul existentei tale; nu te.ndeparta, alta sursa de aer nu mai exista..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;traiesc, supravietuiesc prin tine, prin dragostea ta; nu inceta sa te gandesti la mine, cu fiecare gand de.al tau mai putin mi se scurge o picatura din viata !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-2830695633355464673?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/2830695633355464673/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=2830695633355464673' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2830695633355464673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2830695633355464673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/lucruri-simple.html' title='Lucruri simple'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJR7ps446nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gz67CObiiJo/s72-c/sad+girldf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-2605074726737450092</id><published>2008-08-02T03:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:46.122+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sunt aici, dar tu nu ma vezi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJOw6QkZlaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UziBWuY8juQ/s1600-h/10777403527083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJOw6QkZlaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UziBWuY8juQ/s320/10777403527083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229718107233818018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; L.am luat de mana si l.am intrebat de el...mirandu.se i.am luat obrajii in maini si l.am sarutat...am inchis ochii pentru a pastra clipa in suflet..m.a respins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     I.am spus sa ma salveze, dar a lasat privirea in jos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     I.am strigat ca.l iubesc si a strans din ochi ca si cum ar fi vrut sa nu ma auda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     L.am implorat cerandu.i atentie, i.am spus ca este totul pentru mine, insa s.a intors cu spatele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Am cazut in genunchi plangand incercand sa.l fac sa ma asculte...si.a sters lacrimile de la ochi si a plecat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Dezamagita m.am ridicat si plangand in hohote am fugit unde am vazut cu ohii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Cand m.am oprit din plans si am facut urmatorul pas, era nisip, era putin umed si rece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Am ridicat privirea, ajunsesem la mare, am zambit pana am inceput sa plang din nou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Am intrebat marea daca ma primeste si m.a primit...am stat pana ce soarele a rasarit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Marea m.a salvat, m.a ajutat sa uit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Cand m.am intors era totul schimbat, parca timpul se scursese mai repede aici...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Trandafirii din fata casei erau ofiliti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     In fata usii ma astepta el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Mi.a zambit si mi.a spus sa astept o clipa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     I.am zambit inapoi si i.am spus ca nu am o clipa la dispozitie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     M.a luat in brate repetandu.mi la nesfarsit cat de dor ii este de mine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     I.am desprins bratele de corpul meu si m.am uitat in ochii lui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     El insa si.a tintuit privirea la picioarele mele pline de nisip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Eram desculta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     I.am spus ca sunt obosita, am trecut pe langa el incercand sa deschid usa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Mi.a prins mana incercand sa ma convinga ca eu sunt fericirea pentru el;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Am tacut, uitandu.ma in alta parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Mi.a intors chipul spre el si m.a intrebat ce.mi lipseste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Cu un zambet detasat i.am raspuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Iubirea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-2605074726737450092?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/2605074726737450092/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=2605074726737450092' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-7354217937042702319</id><published>2008-08-01T18:33:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:46.263+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O cafea si restul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJNFi8-neGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PtSQuXInjJ0/s1600-h/cafea+si+marea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJNFi8-neGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PtSQuXInjJ0/s400/cafea+si+marea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229600059093907554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Era singur, s.a asezat la o masa de unde putea privi marea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  - As dori o cafea. Mi.a spus ingnorandu.ma cu privirea si uitandu.se doar la mare...&lt;br /&gt;  - Simpla ? Fara lapte ? Fara zahar ? L.am intrebat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     M.a privit putin curios si apoi uitandu.se in jos :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   - Cum doresti tu..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Am fost surprinsa, nimeni nu.mi ceruse asa ceva pana acum. M.am hotarat sa.i pun si lapte si zahar la cafea. Cat timp s.a facut cafeaua l.am privit nesigura cum se uita la mare, nu si.a clintit privirea nici macar o secunda de la peisaj.&lt;br /&gt;     Am revenit cu cafeaua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   - Cafeaua dumneavoastra..&lt;br /&gt;   - Multumesc, insa as mai dori una!&lt;br /&gt;   - La fel ?&lt;br /&gt;   - Nu, doar cu putin zahar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Am crezut ca este o gluma, insa am facut si cealalta cafea. Am pus.o pe masa in fata lui, acum avea doua cafele..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   - Cafeaua dumneavoastra..&lt;br /&gt;   - Multumesc!&lt;br /&gt;   - Cu placere..i.am raspuns.&lt;br /&gt;   - Poti sa iei un loc! aratandu.mi scaunul din fata lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Putin speriata si surprinsa m.am asezat...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   - Poftim. Mi.a spus, punandu.mi prima cafea care i.o adusesem in fata,insa uitandu.se in continuare la mare.&lt;br /&gt;   - Multumesc! i.am spus&lt;br /&gt;   - Iti place ?&lt;br /&gt;   - Mai beau din cand in cand,insa nu vreau sa.mi fac un obicei din asta! am zis ca sa nu.l fac sa se simta prost, desi nu.mi placea cafeaua.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     A zambit..si s.a uitat in cana din fata lui care era aproape goala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   - Nu cafeaua, marea...iti place ? m.a intrebat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Putin rusinata, am incercat sa.i raspund, dar aveam mintea goala...nu mai stiam nimic. M.am intors sa ma uit la mare, poate reuseam sa prind vreo idee...ce frumosa era...mult mai frumoasa ca pana in momentul acela.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   - Gata ! a spus pe un ton putin mai ridicat, iar apoi auzindu.se cana trantindu.se usor pe masa.&lt;br /&gt;   - Sa va mai aduc una. L.am intrebat politicoasa...&lt;br /&gt;   - Nu, multumesc.. a zis uitandu.se la mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Avea ochii albastri...niste ochi mari, se vedea culoarea atat de clar. Incercam sa ma gandesc de ce ii placea marea atat de mult...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   - Ai terminat ? m.a intrebat intrerupandu.mi gandurile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Fara sa.mi fi dat seama, m.am uitat in cana si era goala...era ciudat pentru ca nu.mi aminteam sa fii baut cafeaua..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   - Da, a fost foarte buna! am spus putin surprinsa..&lt;br /&gt;   - Nu.ti place nu e asa ? m.a intrebat..&lt;br /&gt;   - Ba da, cel mai mult, nu m.as plictisi niciodata sa o privesc. i.am raspuns intorcandu.ma si privind marea.&lt;br /&gt;   - Si cafeaua ? m.a intrebat razand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     M.am intors, m.am uitat la el si apoi in cana...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   - Ce s.a intamplat ? mi s.a adresat curios.&lt;br /&gt;   - Am aruncat amintirile in cana asta.. am spus&lt;br /&gt;   - Ce.ti amintesti ?&lt;br /&gt;   - Doar de sufletul meu, l.am aruncat si pe el...&lt;br /&gt;   - Cum mai traiesti ? m.a intrebat cu o voce trista..&lt;br /&gt;   - Nu stiu, am aruncat tot...i.am raspuns..&lt;br /&gt;   - Si oamenii ? &lt;br /&gt;   - Da..&lt;br /&gt;   - Si marea ?&lt;br /&gt;   - Da..&lt;br /&gt;   - Si mai ce ?&lt;br /&gt;   - Timpul, cred...si dragostea, culoarea ochilor mei...i.am spus confuza&lt;br /&gt;   - Verde ? m.a intrebat&lt;br /&gt;   - De unde stii ? l.am intrebat la randul meu&lt;br /&gt;   - Alta culoare nu se potrivea ochilor tai. mi.a raspuns&lt;br /&gt;   - Am aruncat pana si speranta...am adaugat dezamagita.&lt;br /&gt;   - Si cum mai visezi ? m.a intrebat uimit&lt;br /&gt;   - Prin tine, i.am raspuns.&lt;br /&gt;   - M.ai aruncat pana si pe mine ? a continuat sa ma intrebe&lt;br /&gt;   - Da, dar cand ai cazut nu te.ai lovit. l.am asigurat&lt;br /&gt;   - De ce ?&lt;br /&gt;   - Ai cazut pe inima mea...am completat.&lt;br /&gt;   - Pai, ti.ai aruncat si inima ?&lt;br /&gt;   - Da, desigur, ea a fost prima pe care am aruncat.o, acum e la fund..&lt;br /&gt;   - Inseamna ca eu  am fost al doilea cand m.ai aruncat. a incercat sa.si dea seama&lt;br /&gt;   - Nu ! am spus convinsa..Tu ai fost ultimul !&lt;br /&gt;   - Cum asa ? Si nu m.am lovit de amintirile tale si de suflet ? m.a intrebat&lt;br /&gt;   - Ba da, dar nu te.ai lovit, ai trecut prin ele...i.am explicat.&lt;br /&gt;   - Si nu te.a durut ? mi s.a adresat&lt;br /&gt;   - Ma doare...i.am raspuns&lt;br /&gt;   - Deci, durerea ai pastrat.o! a zis incercand sa afle..&lt;br /&gt;   - Nu...am aruncat.o in cana ta ! i.am spus&lt;br /&gt;   - Doar durerea ? m.a intrebat curios&lt;br /&gt;   - Durerea, dezamagirea si dorul..&lt;br /&gt;   - Si...a incercat sa.mi spuna&lt;br /&gt;   - Si atat ! am completat&lt;br /&gt;   - Viata ai pastrat.o ? m.a mai intrebat&lt;br /&gt;   - Tocmai am baut.o ! i.am raspuns&lt;br /&gt;   - Ti.a fost sete ?&lt;br /&gt;   - Mi.e sete doar cand sunt cu tine...i.am spus&lt;br /&gt;   - De ce ? m.a intrebat incert..&lt;br /&gt;   - Pentru ca beau din tine, beau din viata...l.am anuntat.&lt;br /&gt;   - Iar tu ? a spus trist..&lt;br /&gt;   - M.as arunca si eu, dar mi.e teama sa nu ma inec..i.am spus la fel de trista&lt;br /&gt;   - Te ajut eu sa supravietuiesti..a spus binevoitor&lt;br /&gt;   - Nu ai cum, tu ai ramas in inima mea...l.am avertizat...&lt;br /&gt;      Dar nu.ti face probleme, vei ramane mereu acolo...am adaugat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     N.a mai spus nimic, si.a mutat privirea din nou spre mare...si m.am intors si eu sa o privesc...apoi mi.a spus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   - Mai adu.mi o cafea te rog frumos..&lt;br /&gt;   - Imediat..La fel, cu putin zahar?i.am spus&lt;br /&gt;   - Nu, cum vrei tu...mi.a raspuns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     M.am ridicat si mi se parea ca sunt obosita, eram trista...&lt;br /&gt;     Cand m.am intors cu cafeaua, nu mai era, dar nici canile...&lt;br /&gt;     M.am asezat in locul lui si am privit marea...soarele rasarea, valurile atingeau nisipul parca mangaindu.l, era cald...am inceput sa zambesc...mi.am dat seama ca  nu aruncasem nimic, doar am visat...te.am visat...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-7354217937042702319?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/7354217937042702319/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=7354217937042702319' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7354217937042702319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7354217937042702319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-cafea-si-restul.html' title='O cafea si restul...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJNFi8-neGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PtSQuXInjJ0/s72-c/cafea+si+marea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-1599826448817562106</id><published>2008-07-31T19:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:46.448+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJHs02atY9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tFRaAWvzWhY/s1600-h/The_Reason_Is_You_by_sedART.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJHs02atY9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tFRaAWvzWhY/s320/The_Reason_Is_You_by_sedART.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229221035058750418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the reason is you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-1599826448817562106?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/1599826448817562106/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=1599826448817562106' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1599826448817562106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1599826448817562106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJHs02atY9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tFRaAWvzWhY/s72-c/The_Reason_Is_You_by_sedART.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-3348628981509251005</id><published>2008-07-31T19:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:46.602+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A fost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJHnY8z6UkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vjh1iel2uco/s1600-h/lv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJHnY8z6UkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vjh1iel2uco/s320/lv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229215058180592194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;El a venit si mi-a spus:&lt;br /&gt;Viata&lt;br /&gt;Este o absentă&lt;br /&gt;Între două inexistenţe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu m-am uitat la el lung,&lt;br /&gt;i-am surâs&lt;br /&gt;până când&lt;br /&gt;am izbucnit în plâns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                                                          &lt;em&gt;Nichita Stanescu&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/2909941818385019726-3348628981509251005?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/3348628981509251005/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=3348628981509251005' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/3348628981509251005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/3348628981509251005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/el-venit-si-mi-spus-viata-este-o-absent.html' title='A fost...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SJHnY8z6UkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vjh1iel2uco/s72-c/lv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-1979185805753950515</id><published>2008-07-30T21:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:52:39.084+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fericire"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8" src="http://www.eok.ro/js/widget.php?wp=2&amp;amp;wca=0x0066CC&amp;amp;wcb=0xffffff&amp;amp;wcc=0xEFEFEF&amp;amp;wcd=0x6A6A6A&amp;amp;wt=940"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;progresam si uitam sa fim fericiti..&lt;br /&gt;ingropam bucurii intr-o mare de biti&lt;br /&gt;nu te mai poti ascunde..esti mult prea conectat&lt;br /&gt;nu mai poti sa fii singur...esti identificat&lt;br /&gt;nu mai poti sa refuzi..nu te lasa sa crezi...&lt;br /&gt;te invata sa-ti cauti iubirea pe net&lt;br /&gt;viata este viteza..&lt;br /&gt;nu mai poti sa te-opresti!&lt;br /&gt;te strivesc cei din urma daca incetinesti!&lt;br /&gt;cineva sa opreaca invazia de biti!&lt;br /&gt;cineva sa ne faca din nou fericiti..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fericire-i cand iarba apare&lt;br /&gt;fericirea e ca raza de soare,&lt;br /&gt;intra in cort si iti mangaie fata&lt;br /&gt;aerul sarat...&lt;br /&gt;fericire-i o sticla de vin,&lt;br /&gt;fericire e cerul senin,&lt;br /&gt;intr-o zi in care ai hotarat&lt;br /&gt;sa alergi pe camp...&lt;br /&gt;fericire-i cand puiul de om&lt;br /&gt;vrea in brate si moare de somn&lt;br /&gt;fericire-i cand frunzele cad&lt;br /&gt;la un picnic in parc...&lt;br /&gt;fericire e cand iti-amintesti&lt;br /&gt;cat de fericit esti cand iubesti&lt;br /&gt;fericire e cand dormi tu la ea&lt;br /&gt;kiar pe canapea...&lt;br /&gt;fericire e cand tatal tau&lt;br /&gt;te invita la el in birou&lt;br /&gt;si deschide o sticla de bere&lt;br /&gt;prima bere din..viata ta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-1979185805753950515?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/1979185805753950515/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=1979185805753950515' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1979185805753950515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1979185805753950515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/progresam-si-uitam-sa-fim-fericiti.html' title='&quot;Fericire&quot;'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-6482497820239202275</id><published>2008-07-30T01:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T01:28:55.285+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa nu te joci...tot TU...</title><content type='html'>     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Te rog nu te juca cu jucariile mele..nu le am decat pe ele...iar daca te joci da.mi.le inapoi, sa nu le strici, sa nu le rupi, sa nu.ti bati joc de ele. Nu mi le fura, doar ceremi.le daca le vrei si ti le voi da! Si daca tot esti dispus sa te joci cu ele, ne putem juca impreuna...eu 'le cred' si tu 'le alimentezi'...eu 'le simt' dar tu nu 'le pierde' ! Sunt cele mai de pret jucarii ale mele, daca vrei, ti le pot da cu imprumut ca sa vezi cum e sa te joci cu ele...iar definitiv ti le dau numai daca mi le dai si tu pe ale tale !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-6482497820239202275?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/6482497820239202275/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=6482497820239202275' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6482497820239202275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6482497820239202275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/sa-nu-te-jocitot-tu.html' title='Sa nu te joci...tot TU...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-6026395800478231446</id><published>2008-07-30T01:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T01:06:22.552+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"A uita" sau "A nu vrea" ?</title><content type='html'>     Oare eu pot uita sa.mi recitesc postarile de pe blog ? HA HA HA nice joke...:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-6026395800478231446?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/6026395800478231446/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=6026395800478231446' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6026395800478231446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6026395800478231446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/uita-sau-nu-vrea.html' title='&quot;A uita&quot; sau &quot;A nu vrea&quot; ?'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-2369709119963142134</id><published>2008-07-29T22:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:46.725+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Teama si Amintiri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI-Do8hsAMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xkrsTE-vcoc/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI-Do8hsAMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xkrsTE-vcoc/s400/aaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228542431865864386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Am observat ca multor persoane le e teama de amintiri, le e teama ca amintirile din trecut pot cauza 'greseli' in viitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;     Parerea mea este ca nu ar trebui sa.ti fie teama de amintirile din trecut, oricat de urate au fost, oricat de banale si de neimaginat au fost...ok...s.a intamplat, poate din vina presupusei persoane careia i s.a intamplat sau nu, gresala, clipa urata, nu ar trebui stearsa, dar nici luata in seama prea mult, ar trebui pusa undeva in cuiulet in minte pentru a se gandi pe viitor de doua ori inainte de a face aceeasi gresala. Regretul, dupa opinia mea, nu ar trebui sa.si aiba locul in mintea cuiva. Poate ca au fost clipe urate, dar cu siguranta cele frumoase le compenseaza pe cele in contradictoriu...si dupa parerea mea nu ar trebui sa regretam nimic, nici macar momentele de vinovatie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;     Inainte de a regreta o dezamagire adu.ti aminte ca inaintea acesteia a fost o clipa de neuitat, a fost o clipa cand ti.ai spus si propus ca nu o vei regreta niciodata si nici nu  vei uita. De ce sa regreti un moment urat ? Sunt de parere ca si momentele urate, amintirile mai putin placute isi au rostul lor bine stabilit din.nainte de a se intampla, in viata fiecaruia dintre noi. Viata, stim cu totii ca are partile ei frumoase si mai putin frumoase. Eu cred ca viata fiecaruia, este ceea ce este fiecare, viata poate fi 'construita' putin cate putin cu cate o 'caramida de fericire'. 'Caramizile' sparte, acele obstacole ale vietii sunt puse la 'temelia' vietii din necunoastere, din prea multa graba si cateodata din incapacitate. Deci, viata si.o poate face fiecare absolut cum vrea, deci tu, el, ea sau noi putem fii fericiti, satisfacuti si cu o stare de glorie continua la sfarsit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;     Ar trebui sa ne vedem viata putin in ansamblu, de la inceputul ei si imaginandu.ne mai apoi sfarsitul, asa cum am vrea noi sa fie, sa ne propunem sa ne 'cosntruim' viata numai din 'caramizi de fericire'! Iar daca 'caramizile' vor fii puse cu pricepere, indemanare si rabdare se va ajunge la rezultatul dorit si la succes !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-2369709119963142134?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/2369709119963142134/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=2369709119963142134' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2369709119963142134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2369709119963142134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/teama-si-amintiri.html' title='Teama si Amintiri'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI-Do8hsAMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xkrsTE-vcoc/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-3773276950124603748</id><published>2008-07-29T21:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:51:36.965+03:00</updated><title type='text'>NOI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dincolo de noi doi, de vorbele care acopera acest spatiu virtual si umplu o mare de Iubire ramanem doi indragostiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate cuiva din afara i se pare ca revarsarea asta de sentimente, declaratii si senzatii de toate felurile impartite oarecum 'public' si intr-un mod nu foarte precis sau savant nu este decat un joc al cuvintelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni decat noi doi nu stie ce se ascunde printre cuvinte, dincolo de ele, cate pot sa ’suporte’ si sa transmita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frumos…poate ca pare frumos pentru ca vorbele noastre se spun sau se scriu din inima. De la o inima catre cealalta. Uneori prea brusc si necalculat, ca si sentimentele noastre. Alteori din prea mult dor continuu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt doar vorbe, aparent frumoase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt bucati rupte din noi, farame de suflet pe care ni le transmitem unul altuia, petice de speranta, dorinte amanate care de-abia asteapta sa irumpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare vorba poarta in ea alte mii de vorbe , multe nespuse, destule gandite, putine rostite…Si fiecare cuvant ne leaga din ce in ce mai strans unul de celalalt. Cu doruri multe…Mult prea multe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce conteaza cu adevarat este ca acum...suntem impreuna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2909941818385019726-3773276950124603748?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/3773276950124603748/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=3773276950124603748' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/3773276950124603748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/3773276950124603748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/noi.html' title='NOI...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-6799397082749162824</id><published>2008-07-29T02:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:46.885+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inger fara cer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI5aBu8BPFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1wUaPQ2HtMQ/s1600-h/angel3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI5aBu8BPFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1wUaPQ2HtMQ/s320/angel3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228215203249863762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Toti stim ca ingerii sunt buni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;de aceea unele persoane se alinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;intre ele cu acest 'compliment'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;as putea sa.i spun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Am citit undeva ca nu toti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ingerii sunt buni. Exista multe feluri de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ingeri, ingeri pierduti, ingeri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tristi sau ingeri copii, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ingeri fara cer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Acum la aceste categorii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;evident se incadreaza mai multe feluri de ingeri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ingerii pierduti pot fi ingerii care nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;si.au gasit o persoana de care sa aiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;grija sau mai pot fii ingerii care nu stiu unde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;le este locul; ingerii tristi sunt ingerii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;care se intristeaza probabil atunci cand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nu mai au de cine sa aiba grija;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ingerii copii sunt cei fara griji, cei care se joaca cu alti ingeri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;acestia pot fii si rai cateodata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;la fel ca un copil; ingerii fara cer sunt aceia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;care raman pe pamant, care nu se vor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;transforma niciodata in ingeri adevarati,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sunt acei oameni &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sensibili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; fericiti&lt;/span&gt;, care &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;iubesc&lt;/span&gt; totul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ingerii fara cer vor fii intotdeauna supravegheati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;de Ingerul cel mai mare, acela care este&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;si Ingerul Copil, pentru ca se joaca cu toti ingerii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dar nu este si rau fiind Cel mai puternic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Persoanele mai putin bune,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;au si ele cate un inger, le.as asocia ingerii copii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sau de ce nu ingerii tristi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pentru ca la un moment dat acele persoane se vor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;transforma in ingeri copii, iar ingerii tristi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nu vor mai avea de cine sa aiba grija.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Tu ce inger crezi ca ai langa tine ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sau in ce categorie de ingeri &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;crezi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ca te vei incadra ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI5aBu8BPFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1wUaPQ2HtMQ/s72-c/angel3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-431939121760490362</id><published>2008-07-29T01:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:47.071+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Asteptam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI5ThyI68vI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EsJEDeGebpE/s1600-h/72714135.nJ4GhUQr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI5ThyI68vI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EsJEDeGebpE/s320/72714135.nJ4GhUQr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228208057283703538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt; Am observat ca fiecare din noi asteptam cate ceva. Asteptam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;zilele mai bune;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fericirea;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;succesul;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;implinirea;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dragostea sau perechea potrivita;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asteptam sa avem bani si noroc;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asteptam sa fim mai buni;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asteptam sa primim mai mult decat daruim;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asteptam pe cineva care este departe de noi;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asteptam sa ne impacam cu cei cu care ne certam;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asteptam sa treaca o suferinta;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asteptam o minune;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asteptam un eveniment;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asteptam raspunsuri si rezultate;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asteptam la o coada de persoane;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asteptam culoarea verde la semaforul din intersectie;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asteptam sub adapost sa se opreasca ploaia;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asteptam un telefon;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;asteptam...asteptand, suntem curiosi ! O persoana curioasa este indrazneata, dar in cele mai multe cazuri persoanele curioase, adica cele care asteapta sunt mult prea grabite ca sa poata sa mai fie si indraznete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Nu astepta si nici nu te grabi, timpul este acelasi, mult prea scurt, ora va avea tot 60 de minute, si chiar daca nu te grabesti vei avea timp pentru toate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;     &lt;em&gt;Nu astepta zilele mai bune, fa tu din orice zi una minunat de buna si frumoasa,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta fericirea, fi fericit in fiecare zi pentru a vedea ca fericirea e langa tine;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta succesul,incearca sa fii un om responsabil si corect si vei vedea ca succesul te va prinde din urma;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta implinirea,razi din orice, iubeste, fii optimist si fericit si te vei simti implinit;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta dragostea sau perechea potrivita, incearca sa o cauti si de n.o vei gasi te va gasi ea pe tine;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta sa ai bani si noroc,incearca sa fii sociabil, invingator si iti vei construi norocul singur;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta sa fim mai buni, ar trebui sa observi ca si tu poti face ceva pentru a fii mai buni;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta sa primesti mai mult decat daruiesti, nu fii orgolios si nici zgarcit daruieste mai mult ca sa poti primi putin dar esential;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta persoana care este departe, ia un bilet de avion si viziteaz.o;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta sa te impaci cu cei cu care te certi,incearca sa faci in asa fel incat sa te intelegi bine cu toata lumea, sa fii respectat;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta sa treaca o suferinta, nu va trece niciodata dorindu.ti asta, fii optimist;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta minunea, uita.te in oglinda sa observi ca pentru altii tu insati esti o minune;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta un eveniment, mai apoi iti va parea rau ca a trecut;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta raspunsuri sau rezultate, cateodata s.ar putea sa nu fie tocmai in favoarea ta si vei fi dezamagit;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta la o coada de persoane, fa.ti timp liber, mai urmeaza o zi;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta culoarea verde la semaforul din intersectie, ocoleste putin si uita.te la celalalt semafor, poti traverasa;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta sub adapost sa se opreasca ploaia, timpul pe care.l pierzi s.ar putea sa.ti fie de folos;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nu astepta un telefon, suna tu mai intai;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-431939121760490362?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/431939121760490362/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=431939121760490362' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/431939121760490362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/431939121760490362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/asteptam.html' title='Asteptam...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI5ThyI68vI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EsJEDeGebpE/s72-c/72714135.nJ4GhUQr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-1667112890297037281</id><published>2008-07-29T01:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:42:10.454+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am luat tot ce aveam...doar timpul mai poate face ceva !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nu uita  niciodata ca pielea se increteste, parul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;incarunteste, iar  Zilele se  aduna in Ani... Dar ce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e mai important se conserva; forta  si  determinarea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ta nu au varsta. Spiritul tau e cel care indeparteaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;panzele de paianjen. Dincolo de orice punct de sosire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unul  d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e plecare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dincolo de orice reusita e o alta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;incercare. Cat  timp traiesti, simte-te viu. Daca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ti-e dor de ce faceai, fa-o din  nou. Nu te pierde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;printre fotografii ingalbenite de timp ... Mergi  mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;departe  atunci cand toti se asteapta sa renunti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nu lasa sa  se toceasca taria pe care o ai in tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fa astfel ca in loc  de mila, sa impui respect. Cand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nu mai poti sa alergi, ia-o la trap.  Cand nu poti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nici asta, ia-o la pas. Cand nu  poti sa mergi, ia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bastonul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Insa nu te opri niciodata !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2909941818385019726-1667112890297037281?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/1667112890297037281/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=1667112890297037281' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1667112890297037281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1667112890297037281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/am-luat-tot-ce-aveamdoar-timpul-mai.html' title='Am luat tot ce aveam...doar timpul mai poate face ceva !'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-6471281145820943434</id><published>2008-07-29T00:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:47.458+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cate culori esti tu ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI5FrD6iVWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZTTeURkoZq8/s1600-h/culori.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI5FrD6iVWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZTTeURkoZq8/s320/culori.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228192823511242082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Consider si sunt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ferm convinsa ca toti oamenii sunt facuti din culori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tu din cate culori esti facut ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fiecare om este conceput din culori, unele mai aprinse, unele mai fade sau putin mai mult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sterse...culori placute sau deloc. Verde, rosu, albastru strident sau mov, portocaliu, galben si roz...Ma intreb cum sunt oamenii facuti din nonculori, adica din alb sau negru...sau prin combinarea lor. Cred ca sunt acei oameni mai speciali, cei care au doar inima rosie...negru, alb si un pic rosu...daca ar fi transparenti s.ar vedea inima batand de fericire la vederea altei persoane speciala ca ei, tot din negru si alb si putin rosu. Am cunoscut astfel de persoane, putine persoane din alb si negru exista...si cum sunt putine automat si foarte rare...sunt facute ca sa le cauti, sau sa te gaseasca ele pe tine. Sunt de parere ca atunci cand o persoana facuta din negru si alb, se amesteca cu o persoana facuta din alte culori, persoana noncolora ii poate da celeilalte persoane din emotiile, sentimentele, gandurile si puterea ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Nu v.ati intrebat niciodata din cate culori sunteti facuti ? Eu stiu din ce culori sunt...am alb, negru, rosu dar si putin verde. Oricum ies mai multe prin combinarea lor : gri, verde deschis, maro, crem, roz...si asa mai departe. Cateodata imi doresc ca acel putin de verde sa fie un verde fosforescent, sa se observe mai bine...dar totusi nu trece neobservat nicioadata. Deci nimeni nu e perfect, pana si acea persoana speciala prin combinarea culorilor lor alb, negru si putin rosu, vor avea si alte culori...Am stat odata sa ma gandesc ce culoare au lacrimile oamenilor speciali, negre sau albe...pana am vazut si eu cu 'verdele' meu ca lacrimile lor nu sunt. Ei nu plang pentru ca sunt mai puternici decat ceilalti. Dar si eu le pot urma exemplul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;apropo de putere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;avem nevoie unii de altii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-6471281145820943434?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/6471281145820943434/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=6471281145820943434' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6471281145820943434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6471281145820943434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/cate-culori-esti-tu.html' title='Cate culori esti tu ?'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI5FrD6iVWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZTTeURkoZq8/s72-c/culori.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-1968961066242421852</id><published>2008-07-28T23:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:26:20.757+03:00</updated><title type='text'>TU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;     Cand o prinde de mana are senzatia ca se incalzeste usor...tremura si mai vrea ! Atunci cand o priveste ii da senzatia ca e totul pentru el, ar putea sa.i citeasca in ochii ei cat de mult inseamna pentru ea sa fie zi de zi langa ea,dar nu vede...e parca mult prea departe. Ea se intreaba mereu cand va fi momentul potrivit pentru primul 'Te iubesc'...si in acelasi timp ii este frica de reactia lui...isi doreste enorm sa ajunga sa o iubeasca la fel de mult asa cum probabil ea o face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     De acum cineva va fi in mintea lor permanent dorindu.si mai mult...ea isi doreste foarte mult ca el sa.i poata spuna 'Noapte buna' in fiecare seara si sa se trezeasca in fiecare zi langa el, isi doreste sa.i poata spuna in fiecare zi cat de norocoasa este ca il are langa ea si cat de special ii este.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Lucrurile pe care le-a dorit ea, nu le-a putut obtine niciodata cerandu-le sau luptandu-se pentru ele. Cum poate sa lupte pentru tandrete? Sau pentru duiosie? Cel mult pote sa le astepte. Lucrurile cele mai mari nu au nevoie decat de a fi infatisate cu simplitate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Fata stie ca Dumnezeu va dori sa cunosca multe persoane nepotrivite inainte de a cunoaste persoana potrivita, pentru ca atunci cand o va cunoaste in sfarsit, sa ste sa fie recunoscatoare. Acum incearca sa.l invete pe el ca asteptarea unei bucurii valoreaza uneori mai mult decat insasi bucuria.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-1968961066242421852?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/1968961066242421852/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=1968961066242421852' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1968961066242421852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/1968961066242421852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/tu.html' title='TU...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-6662749537505134051</id><published>2008-07-28T23:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:53:51.364+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Te iubesc in fiecare zi !</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mhv-cFnAPnQ&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mhv-cFnAPnQ&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-6662749537505134051?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/6662749537505134051/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=6662749537505134051' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6662749537505134051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/6662749537505134051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/te-iubesc-in-fiecare-zi.html' title='Te iubesc in fiecare zi !'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-7153628484748086925</id><published>2008-07-28T22:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:47.577+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"FUMATUL POATE SA UCIDA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI4atMViXGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/k23amdhZ71A/s1600-h/288792_0804_tigari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI4atMViXGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/k23amdhZ71A/s320/288792_0804_tigari.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228145581131717730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prima data am crezut ca e o gresala...apoi am citit pe mai multe pachete de tigari acest text : "Fumatul poate sa ucida" . Dupa parerea mea este putin incorect scris deoarece fumatul adevarat ucide si nu doar 'poate' sa ucida !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;     Deci "FUMATUL UCIDE"....ma gandesc si eu serios sa ma las...:D:D:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-7153628484748086925?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/7153628484748086925/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=7153628484748086925' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7153628484748086925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7153628484748086925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/fumatul-poate-sa-ucida.html' title='&quot;FUMATUL POATE SA UCIDA&quot;'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI4atMViXGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/k23amdhZ71A/s72-c/288792_0804_tigari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-2655360062834579482</id><published>2008-07-28T21:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:48.231+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagini socante pe pachetele de tigari !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI4YmVWx8sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DcZqwB5I4PU/s1600-h/poze-pachete-tigari-6_mare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI4YmVWx8sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DcZqwB5I4PU/s320/poze-pachete-tigari-6_mare.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228143264270512834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI4YZwGO09I/AAAAAAAAAFk/FxhlwCpOLx0/s1600-h/poze-pachete-tigari-4_mare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI4YZwGO09I/AAAAAAAAAFk/FxhlwCpOLx0/s320/poze-pachete-tigari-4_mare.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228143048110560210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI4YU2bsMsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Mq0NhLfU-tY/s1600-h/poze-pachete-tigari-2_mare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI4YU2bsMsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Mq0NhLfU-tY/s320/poze-pachete-tigari-2_mare.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228142963911832258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI4YQHKOTUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bwGNhQaDRYg/s1600-h/0802_109442_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI4YQHKOTUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bwGNhQaDRYg/s320/0802_109442_pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228142882502626626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI4YJV48fPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qq7K6zy3Gps/s1600-h/poze-pachete-tigari-1_mare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI4YJV48fPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qq7K6zy3Gps/s320/poze-pachete-tigari-1_mare.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228142766197603570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;     Gata cu joaca şi cu fumatul de pl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ăcere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;. Toţi cei care simt nevoia să tragă fum toxic în plămâni vor avea în faţa ochilor imagini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;şocante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; cu ce poate face ţigara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;din om.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     "Comisia Europeană a lăsat la latitudinea autorităţilor din fiecare ţară să aleagă 14 poze din 42. În toate apar adulţi sau copii distruşi de tutun. Pe principiul că fumătorii de la noi nu au nevoie de subtilităţi, ci de adevărul crud, acela că ţigara ucide, românii se vor delecta cu cele mai cumplite fotografii propuse de Comisia Europeană. Aşa că din iulie, fumătorii vor afla direct de pe pachetul de tutun cum arată o tumoare de esofag, un plămân distrus, nişte dinţi măcinaţi sau un cadavru la morgă. Pozele sunt însoţite de mesaje anti-tutun."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Mai sus sunt cateva din oribilele si socantele poze care deja au inceput sa apara pe pachetele de tigari !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-2655360062834579482?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/2655360062834579482/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=2655360062834579482' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2655360062834579482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/2655360062834579482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/imagini-socante-pe-pachetele-de-tigari.html' title='Imagini socante pe pachetele de tigari !'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI4YmVWx8sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DcZqwB5I4PU/s72-c/poze-pachete-tigari-6_mare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-8169964538972562094</id><published>2008-07-28T01:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:48.538+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Marea si cealalta jumatate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI0Aza4iQ6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ej8Zx_APhXE/s1600-h/266814_0803_mamaia_scoici.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI0Aza4iQ6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ej8Zx_APhXE/s320/266814_0803_mamaia_scoici.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227835625836790690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SIz5pI5EP2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/fKdfNeEpm3U/s1600-h/SunsetSeaside1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SIz5pI5EP2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/fKdfNeEpm3U/s320/SunsetSeaside1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227827752627093346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;     Marea e unica...n.o poti inlocui, dar si cealalta jumatate la fel...este unica ! Cealalta jumatate pentru mine sunt nisipul si scoicile. Ar mai fi un intreg dintr.o jumatate care ofera foarte mult dimineata,cerul si soarele...si toate culorile...! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;     Se intampla ca intr.un cuplu : el nu poate sta fara ea sau viceversa dorindu.si sa fie nedespartiti for ever ! Asa e marea cu cealalta jumatate...se unesc, se contopesc, se amesteca...! Cateodata am impresia ca marea e putin geloasa pe mine atunci cand calc pe nisip, pentru ca valurile ei imi acopera urmele din nisip de fiecare data..stiu, am doar imaginatie :) !  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;     Si jumatatea de sus...e perfecta si fara mare si nisip, insa toate construiesc un infinit de frumos sau mult mai frumos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;     Am auzit ca auzi marea daca pui scoica la ureche...frumos zvon...asa ca 'am furat' o scoica de pe plaja, una mai mare ca sa nu trebuiasca sa o caut mai apoi prin ureche...dar n.am pus.o la ureche in timpul pe care l.am petrecut la mare pentru ca nu.mi trebuia sa aud marea din moment ce eram acolo...prin preajma ei ! Deci am ajuns la Bucuresti...si imi amintesc de scoica (mint)-ca nu aveam cum sa uit de ea...si o pun la ureche...BAI...se aude...chiar se aude...se aude o mare linistita...fara valuri..fara pescarusi 'tipand' de fericire ca este din nou vara si se pot balaci in mare cat au ei chef...fara copii urland la malul marii ca.i ineaca valul care le ajunge dabea la glezne...o mare fara rasarit sau apus...nu e nimic la fel...se aude o mare..de zgomot...parca imi da senzatia ca am doua frigidere in casa, la fel se aude si.n scoica...cred ca daca pun un borcan la cealalta ureche s.ar auzi la fel ! Sunt pur si simplu realista...e adevarat ! Deci nu exista sunet sau apa si nisip care poate sa le inlocuiasca decat ele in sine...marea, nisipul si toate sunetele...! Ah...cat o iubesc...marea...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-8169964538972562094?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/8169964538972562094/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=8169964538972562094' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8169964538972562094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/8169964538972562094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/marea-si-cealalta-jumatate.html' title='Marea si cealalta jumatate'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SI0Aza4iQ6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ej8Zx_APhXE/s72-c/266814_0803_mamaia_scoici.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-5927126659915353012</id><published>2008-07-01T22:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:48.598+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Opereta nu mai rade, nu mai canta si nici nu mai danseaza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SGqH6GV7mEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6XUP8NnlrxE/s1600-h/title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SGqH6GV7mEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6XUP8NnlrxE/s400/title.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218132550466902082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        E doar o pauza...una mai lunga, de vara, ca doar toti avem vacante si concedii, de ce sa nu aiba si Opereta ?&lt;br /&gt;    Imi pare rau ca a luat pauza...defapt, mai bine e asa pentru ca si eu plec un timp mai lung! Si am fost anul acesta la Opereta, cum n.au fost altii in toata viata lor...ok...e superb acolo, te face sa.ti doresti mai mult, si eu cel putin sunt cu zambetul pe buze mereu cand vizionez o piesa...iar ochii...ochii mei, banali ;) , sunt altfel...in modul bun,desigur ! E pur si simplu superb (n.am gasit alt cuvant sa reprezinte 'mai mult' decat frumosul)...trebuie sa recunosc ca pentru mine acest 'superb' se transforma de multe ori in clisee dupa realitate (acelasi lucru si despre piese). De ce nu, realitatea e frumoasa,ca si viata, atat de frumoasa incat te face sa zambesti si sa plangi, te face sa fii puternic sau neincrezator, iti arata ce e bine si ce nu, 'iti spune' lucrurilor pe nume fara vre.un ocolis, te invata sa iubesti si sa vezi viata reala asa cum e, nu cu alti ochi !&lt;br /&gt;    Desigur, probabil Opereta va reveni mult mai frumoasa din aceasta 'vacanta' , cu mai multa sclipire si de ce nu, cu public mai amplu decat pana acum !&lt;br /&gt;    Vorba lui Franz  Lehar cand a spus : &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://opereta.ro/languages/ro/shows/55-Vaduva-vesela"&gt;"Opereta nu moare! Mor numai cei care nu stiu ce au de facut cu ea - scriitorii care raman incremeniti in cliseu, si cei care repeta mecanic ceea ce au spus altii ! "&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/2909941818385019726-5927126659915353012?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/5927126659915353012/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=5927126659915353012' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5927126659915353012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/5927126659915353012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/opereta-nu-mai-rade-nu-mai-canta-si.html' title='Opereta nu mai rade, nu mai canta si nici nu mai danseaza...'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SGqH6GV7mEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6XUP8NnlrxE/s72-c/title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-16704846813619182</id><published>2008-07-01T21:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:07:31.763+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre "UnFilmSimplu . Ro"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Am auzit de filmul asta din emisiunea lui Maruta, Happy Hour, draguta si emisiunea, cateodata ai ce vedea, cand nu esti plictisit, ca atunci cand se intampla 'viceversa', adica atunci cand esti in mod incurabil de plictisit nu ai chef de nimic, de asta zic...&lt;br /&gt;   Din cate am auzit eu, baietii pregatesc un film super ok. Eu sper sa nu fie cu batai ca nu.mi plac filmele de actiune, sunt putine cazurile pe care le vizionez...&lt;br /&gt;   Ieri seara, am intrat pe site.ul filmului, un blog, al baietilor destul de misto : &lt;a href="http://unfilmsimplu.ro"&gt;www.unfilmsimplu.ro&lt;/a&gt; , si am intrat la sectiunea pentru 'casting', cred ca se numea, si am completat formularul de inscriere, caterinca ce sa zic...pana m.au sunat de trei ori azi, insistand, 'organizatorii trupei Simplu' ! Ce sa zic...nice guys...iar despre film...poate reusesc si eu maine prin Buftea sa vad despre ce este vorba...&lt;br /&gt;  Deci, sa va uitati...prea mult nu aveti ce pierde !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-16704846813619182?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/16704846813619182/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=16704846813619182' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/16704846813619182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/16704846813619182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/despre-unfilmsimplu-ro_01.html' title='Despre &quot;UnFilmSimplu . Ro&quot;'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909941818385019726.post-7536071989540696682</id><published>2008-07-01T20:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:48.912+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa pleci..sa nu te mai intorci..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SGpn5TOgxNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jrZWmUA1FlA/s1600-h/3301794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SGpn5TOgxNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jrZWmUA1FlA/s320/3301794.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218097352373486802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;un individ=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;un individ=""&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/un&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;un individ=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;un individ=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pai da, ca dupa 6 examene iti vine sa iei tara de la un cap la altul sa mergi sa vezi ce nu a vazut nimeni, sau foarte putini oameni. Dar n.o sa fac asta...n.o sa ma plimb prin toata tara si nici nu vreau sa vad ce altii poate au vazut sau nu.&lt;br /&gt;   Daca vreau sa 'fug', pai stiu exact locul potrivit - MAREA FRATE ! - Asta e...marea si tot ce include ea : de la apa in sine si la propriu pana la paharele si mocurile de tigara 'uitate' pe plaja. Si 'ce mai viata' cand te arzi intr.un moc dala' de tigara...sau cand neasteptat vine ~un individ~ si te baga in mod imediat cu capul in apa "pentru ca asa.i la mare"! Imi place ziua cand 'tot poporul' este in apa...frate! si atunci imi aduc aminte de filmul ala cu nota 10+ care in mod evident va ramane in istorie, adica Titanic...chiar daca apa calda a Marii Negre nu se compara cu cele -20 de grade din Ocean, mereu cand vad o droaie de oameni in apa, incerc sa dau 'mute' celorlalte sunete inafara de tipetele si rasetele oamenilor din apa..deci imaginati.va liniste totala si sute de oameni in apa 'strigand dupa ajutor' - teoretic vorbind ! Aberez...nu cred ca se mai gandeste nimeni la asa ceva...CLAR !&lt;br /&gt;   Oricum, marea este dornica si capabila sa primeasca pe toata lumea si nu prea face diferente de personalitati sau natii...bineinteles, nimanui nu i.ar placea sa aiba in apa pe langa el, niste tigani si tiganci cu cate 10 puradei dupa ei imbracati pana.n gat facand baie ca si cum ar fi prima data cand 'se spala' ! - Doamne...cat ii urasc, mai sunt si dastia..vorba aia : "Mare Ti.e gradina, Doamne!"&lt;br /&gt;   Cred ca melodia de la fosta trupa Vama Veche are un sambure de adevar cand spune : "Trebuie sa ajung pe.o terasa la mare/Sa.mi pierd vremea pe plaja.." ..&lt;br /&gt;   Deci, gata...'so long, Jimmy'...eu m.am hotarat, 'fug' la mare !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                 see ya !&lt;/un&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/un&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/un&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;un individ=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;un individ=""&gt;&lt;un individ=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/un&gt;&lt;/un&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;un individ=""&gt;&lt;un individ=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/un&gt;&lt;/un&gt;&lt;/un&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909941818385019726-7536071989540696682?l=julli3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/feeds/7536071989540696682/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909941818385019726&amp;postID=7536071989540696682' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7536071989540696682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909941818385019726/posts/default/7536071989540696682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julli3.blogspot.com/2008/07/sa-plecisa-nu-te-mai-intorci.html' title='Sa pleci..sa nu te mai intorci..'/><author><name>Iuliana Negoescu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388463207499795488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SYZN4JD2K1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVtSkb6M9eU/S220/IMG_4152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkoLDxqHNbo/SGpn5TOgxNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jrZWmUA1FlA/s72-c/3301794.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
