tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47346532334939589062024-03-20T18:09:38.523-07:00GanduriDoza mea zilnica este speranta clipa cand mi'ai spus ca ma iubesti a pus lacat pe sufletul meu .. vreau sa te salvez dar nu pot voi plange pana cand o sa fac parte din noul tau decor☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-61805571671220504592015-04-23T01:09:00.000-07:002015-04-23T01:27:27.792-07:00<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Nu-i spune
unui om cand sa ramana
sau sa plece el va
stii atunci cand e iubire ce sa faca , nu-i spune unui om sa te
respecte sau nu el oricum te
trateaza cu indiferenta , nu-i spune unui om cat este tu de importanta el oricum ii vede pe alti , nu-i spune nimic cum e viata ta cum plangi sau zambesti
cum esti om sau poate ai uitat ,
sentimentele nu ajuta la nimic esti gol si nu pentru ca o zici tu, ceva din tine
striga . Nu mai poti face
legatura cu viata nu mai ai rabdare sa
asculti sa vezi decat ceea ce se intampla
in capul tau. Sunt puternica
de multe
ori mi-am spus si am cedat , azi
mi-am dat seama ca a fi puternic
nu inseamna sa nu cad prada
ci sa vezi ca ai realizat ceva frumos si a durat un timp. Un timp da a fost s-a
dus si nu imi pare rau am avut sentimente am fost om , nu zic nu . Nu
cere nimic in schimbul a ceea ce oferi tu
exista oameni care nu vor sa-ti ofere nupentru ca nu au . Exista atatea lucruri si exista in mine dar tu ce naiba
esti gol? Da gol ai uitat sa fi ceva esti un indiferent si tind sa ti-o zic in fata dar azi nu pot ai plecat devreme ,mult
prea dreveme. Ai ofilit tot
ce era, mai rau decat trandafirii
mei , ei traiesc inca din iubirea noastra.</span></div>
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de intoarcere este
important atunci cand te
intorci cum te intorci. Eu vreau sa nu ma mai intorc in neexistenta
mea . Vreau sa raman clipe la
infinit sa tac sa aflu linistea care nu mai rasuna care nu doar se ascunde care fuge ,la
orce moment ea fuge se
zbate departe de mine ma agita.
Azi ce om sunt > nu am o limita anume traiesc in folosul amintirilor le hranesc eu pe
ele le duc intr-un punct in care isi iau zborul si rasuna in cel mai mic colt al vieti mele. Am un zambet inca il am am o speranta dar cat pot s-o mai am
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Am iubit cu
folos si o sa mai iubesc stiu asta stiu nu pot sa imi tai eu din propriul drum
sa ma opresc atunci cand am obosit cel
mai tare nu-I momentul sa tai picioare
sa spanzur inimi sa fac victime
asa cum ai vrea tu. Azi e soare e lumina e cald sau rece e viata asta
e tot ce mai
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si inteleg perfect asa e cand nu iubesti nu asa iubesti nici nu stiu daca m-ai
iubit o clipa . <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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So come on, it’s your time to move now,<br />
Can you feel my love? Do you feel my love?<br />
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Nu mai e timp sa ne lasam sufletul sa respire . Intalnesti sperante noi si speri ,respiri dar ce folos??<br />
Atata timp sunt satula de el sunt a naibi de obosita de acest timp !! Si acum incerc sa deschid ochii sa ma uit sa vad ceva si ce vad nu e ceea ce imi doream. De unde sa stiu eu ca sufletul meu nu e inteles ?? de unde sa stiu eu ca imi voi da sufletul spre neintelegere ?? de unde sa stiuuu ... am inceput sa tip ...si brusc ma opresc mi-e frica sa o fac din nou . Am urlat pentru o viata noua si mai ti minte cand iti ziceam ca sora mea geamana avea proaste obiceiuri sa iubeasca banii masinile si tot ce era ea era spini . Mai ti minte ?? eu da si sa sti am mintit sora mea era un suflet pur doar gandul ii era conturbat si eu acum sunt ceea ce ea se presupunea a fi . Poate nu in totalitate dar s-a lasat un rau pe sufletul meu si a pus stapanire si pe ganduri si incerc ,le alung .<br />
S-a schimbat ceva in viata mea ? Da s-a schimbat oamenii dar tot ce s-a schimbat a fost doar fetele lor nu si sufletul lor .Sunt dezamagita de mine sa iubesc intens si sa stiu ca sunt o alta sansa pierduta. Ce ma intreb ce e asa greu ca sa fiu inteleasa pana si fiecare particica din mine poate si studiata si intr-o mica profunzime fara sa atingi doar sa privesti o poti vedea cu adevarat si poti sa o simti in intregime. Am pierdut atatea lupte mi-am instrainat trupul si gandul fata de mine . Nu regret ca mi-am facut timp sa cunosc si alti oameni sa-i primesc pentru un timp alaturi de mine si apoi i-am inschis in mine , ca mai apoi sa scuip sa imi bat joc de ce era mai era inocent in capul meu ,acele ganduri s-au dus si ele .<br />
Nu mi-am mai scris de mult pt ca timpul meu s-a furat . As vrea sa scriu o carte de 1 pagina in care sa scriu doar cateva cuvinte spuse in batjocura doar pentru ca m-am saturat mereu sa ma plang.<br />
Dar cum sa nu scriu despre mine poate asa ma inteleg si eu ce fire sunt. Si traiesc un moment din ala cum sa iti spun unul rupt de realitate .<br />
Bine mi-am adus aminte ca ploaia nu a mai batut in mine ci a dat fix in-nauntrul meu s-a lovit de toti pereti . Am doar 20 de ani da ii am si am tot un sufletul de copil ,nu evit sa plang sa trec printre oameni cu fruntea ca si cum nimic nu se striveste in mine . Dar simt iar ca cedez simt cum imi bate inima cu putere si o ia naiba cat de tare se tavaleste . E aceea senzatie cand simti ca totul s-a terminat pt tine nimic nu va mai fi . De data asta am scris si eu sa ma inteleg sa folosesc cuvinte puternice dar simple , cuvinte logice dar indraznete ... am incercat! . Acum imi permit sa ies afara sa simt fiecare atingere a nopti sa intalnesc ingerii de pe cer sa le soptesc dorinta mea si sa le spun ca m-am inselat de cate ori am spus ca sunt fericita , au fost fragmente de bucurie doar un mic film despre zambestul meu la vederea lucrurilor pe care le credeam frumoase.<br />
Nu sunt facuta sa ating soarele si sa nu ma arda sa nu ma doara , dar pentru tine acceptam sa ating si focul doar sa te stiu ca pentru 1 zi m-ai lasa sa iti calc aripile sa te fac ingerul meu.<br />
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Si nu ma judeca ca te accept ca fiind prima mea iubire. nu ma omora sub talpa ta ca te iubesc si fac o obsesie pentru tine . Da am facut o obsesie sa te iubesc asa tare incat intr-o zi sa cobor ingerii sa le spun ca viata mea e alaturi de tine :x....<br />
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E un limpede gand<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>vad in adancul lui.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DotumChe;">Mi-a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ajuns aceea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>clipa pentru a-mi da seama de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>propriul meu ego. Acum alerg pe<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>drum alunec pe langa un curcubeu <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>acolo de unde mia<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>curs<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>primul bob de ploaie plapand si pana<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>jos unde ating<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pamantul cu picioarele goale si ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>arde.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7uolUiVhCaHXAqz3FRpYdMT84pGiURPPMvM-HyFnMGc-96GB6UtqmfHVKsMRxoPLi-vVwGIhq45x6jXCg0hyphenhyphenUKZM1Ytg5-q-F2Saa13aNYbt-g7vczi1xxFEulVGYgXliMhJt4ihzOhUw/s1600/turtle-progressionw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="346px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7uolUiVhCaHXAqz3FRpYdMT84pGiURPPMvM-HyFnMGc-96GB6UtqmfHVKsMRxoPLi-vVwGIhq45x6jXCg0hyphenhyphenUKZM1Ytg5-q-F2Saa13aNYbt-g7vczi1xxFEulVGYgXliMhJt4ihzOhUw/s400/turtle-progressionw.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DotumChe;"> Trupul mi-a ascuns sufletul atunci cand am simtit clipa aceea de tacere dar am continuat sa alerg in mine.Acum aceasta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tacere mi-o imaginez pictata intr-un tablou cu panza<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>alba si cu ramele negre.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DotumChe;"> Am fost inspirata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de seara asta sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>iti arat ca frigul de afara ma incalzeste ma arde lasandu-mi o urma o amprenta de vinivatie ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>azi am ales sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tac si sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>stau pe<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tine<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a te asculta.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DotumChe;"> Fantomele prezentului se zbat in tine te cutremura iti da palme te arunca in slavi si uita a <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>te mai arunca si mai sus sa <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>simti vantul aripilor facute de un inger zdrobit.Acum iti spun si tie asculta-ma si indurate-te <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tine dezbracate sa te vezi gol si apoi pune un sentiment <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pe <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tine sa vezi ce <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>bine zambeste <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>chipul tau de al tau <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>gol.Tine <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>oglinda incoronata pentru redarea chipului tau urat la fata si atat de obosit de viata dar tine-o sa vezi ca ea te arata alba si plina de speranta.Uite ai zarit atingerea aceea plina de greata dar iti arat si eu ....</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DotumChe;">Ma uit in atingere imi mangaie gandul cu trupul si ma <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>lasa sa dorm <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in tine si devin plina <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de amintiri.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DotumChe;"> Iubita <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mea <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>lasa-ti iubitul sa planga pe moment sa <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ajunga o clipa <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in tine <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sa <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>simti obsesia si la <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tine <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in gand.</span></div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-62996152746527542042011-11-15T05:43:00.000-08:002011-11-15T05:43:06.636-08:00Atatea motive<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><em><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Ea</span></em> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR1tBzwGWeiqHX3aXEFMotFVhLIrNNnlwacAE_F_jpOCdVXlxounQjJx12GDHQc1XYqB3r09TVgAQV0QGHzRT6o-11EMWXXJEFZk-RSRhFoJmcbPkPDVVx92nL8tG7g-S5BmcGm_0QC8aU/s1600/72161_161582920538420_100000601407113_435502_7908502_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR1tBzwGWeiqHX3aXEFMotFVhLIrNNnlwacAE_F_jpOCdVXlxounQjJx12GDHQc1XYqB3r09TVgAQV0QGHzRT6o-11EMWXXJEFZk-RSRhFoJmcbPkPDVVx92nL8tG7g-S5BmcGm_0QC8aU/s320/72161_161582920538420_100000601407113_435502_7908502_n.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pentru o clipa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>stai a privi a te uimi ce<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>se intampla cu lumea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>asta necurata.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Chinul vietii trece<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de nenumarate ori prin tine si vrei a simti cum este sa omori o legatura sfanta intre<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tine<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>si viata. Bantuirea in universul acesta te opreste sa gandesti cum esti strivit<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cu un aer de cuvinte.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ajunge sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fie obisnuinta sa simti cutremurul adanc<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in suflet<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>plin de cuvinte.Te mai uiti in zare vrei a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>zbura ati intinde o aripa si cealalta sa-i oferi placerea de a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ramane<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tacuta.Inspirata <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>din viata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>zi cu<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>zi am tresarit in viata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ta cum te chinuia el te trata ca o oarecare te facea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o tarfa usoara te alunga si tu inapoi veneai te injoseai fara sa iti dai seama in acel moment dar nici pe urma nu regretai. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">O alta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fata pura in suflet<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>si-a murdarit trupul stand<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>langa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tine sperand<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>esti inger.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alta poveste<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>parca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>atins<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a renascut o flacara<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a iubiri asa de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mare asa de puternica nici nu iti trece<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>prin minte cat de mult se iubesc in necunoscut. Se zbat in lume sa <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fie iubirea mai puternica iar<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cu acel trandafir rosu cu acel buchet de sperante ei au disparut in distanta departe unul de altul . Am trait<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pana<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>acum minuni, dar ele<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sunt<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>iluzi.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Am ajuns sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fiu veche<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in gandire doar pentru ca nu ma mai inteleg cu mine .</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Sunt o ciudata neinteleasa de simplul gand al omului devenind<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>un om fara maini si picioare<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ca un cer fara<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de stele.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><em><span style="font-size: large;"> De dragul Tau</span></em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUvPr6VNggSoGYviuz5YceJU9iGvefRWphCqbPaQZVfpNVPorOXFfzeOrcMGtRRTPsChAvIYO_smnIu7AmoHhoQCLxSDYokcad37EkYNJO-S56DyRgoH7Id-758ILgiOcWtdtlUSmqqWs1/s1600/tumblr_lk3ntvrda41qi8mzxo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUvPr6VNggSoGYviuz5YceJU9iGvefRWphCqbPaQZVfpNVPorOXFfzeOrcMGtRRTPsChAvIYO_smnIu7AmoHhoQCLxSDYokcad37EkYNJO-S56DyRgoH7Id-758ILgiOcWtdtlUSmqqWs1/s320/tumblr_lk3ntvrda41qi8mzxo1_500_large.jpg" width="285px" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: BrowalliaUPC; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mi-a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>spus<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cineva sa scriu fericirea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dar cum sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o fac<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cand<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pe fata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>vad disperare<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cum as<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>putea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>scrie.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: BrowalliaUPC; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">As vrea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sa scriu prin acest motiv fericire<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dar nu am indeajuns<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tupeu sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>exprim si in scris<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>un lucru neadevarat.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: BrowalliaUPC; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Am<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ramas inchisa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in mine trupul meu<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>simte mai mult ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sufletul.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: BrowalliaUPC; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Durerea in<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>suflet a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ajuns<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fie<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>nemasurabila iar prin mine<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>trec lacrimi am inceput sa le simt. Nu vreau sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>zbor in lipsa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ta dar dragostea ta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pe<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>care<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mi-o porti ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>doare.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: BrowalliaUPC; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Motiv de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fericire<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>caci din mine<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>renaste<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>un nou inger dar cu pete rosi hainele imi sunt patate iar aripile le-am uitat in sufletul meu trist. E timpul sa imi spui tu ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>am motiv de a reincepe<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>un nou vis dar sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>nu uit vreau sa-mi spui tu al tau sfarsit e tot<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>la fel de trist.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: BrowalliaUPC; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oare cum a reusit sa planga<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>atata.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: BrowalliaUPC; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Se<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tot gandea ea privind uimita in oglinda.Avea ochii ata de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>frumosi reflecta clipe<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>traite in singuratate.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: BrowalliaUPC; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Isi amintea spre surprinderea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mea isi amintea de trecut. Dintr-o data se vedea chipul ei <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>trecut prin sufocanta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>viata.Incepe o noua dimineatza mai obosita mai dusa pe ganduri. A incept a vorbi ca o muta gesturile o tradau iar mimica fetei odata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cu zambetul ei incordat ii trada o sumedenie<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de sentimente. Era treaza mirosea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fum si se vedea un soare mult<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>prea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>puternic pentru fragila<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>gandire a celorlalti indivizi ascunsi de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o frumusete neconfundabila dusa pe chipul alterat de multimea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de farduri ce ii amana tineretea de pe chipul ei ce era<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>candva tanar.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/mNihY4kFY28?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-12402778200959738232011-09-17T06:38:00.000-07:002011-09-17T06:42:51.504-07:00Crengi Uscate<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Estrangelo Edessa';">De parca aveam nevoie de liniste nici macar o clipa nu mi’am dorit’o.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLaU63rmdwCFOV6NPpnjD8Jf_lUk-rL-aLUO0ruprJ-j6tDkt_xhGQvjq_FHnIYCY7BUNGBE_Vn3_LG1LznNOHMiKoW1wOfxDWvDmtkPfpLq-X05rQ51RLHsU7hNydJDIRbFjUg-rw2vrL/s1600/emo-sange-si-durere-1680x1050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="125px" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLaU63rmdwCFOV6NPpnjD8Jf_lUk-rL-aLUO0ruprJ-j6tDkt_xhGQvjq_FHnIYCY7BUNGBE_Vn3_LG1LznNOHMiKoW1wOfxDWvDmtkPfpLq-X05rQ51RLHsU7hNydJDIRbFjUg-rw2vrL/s200/emo-sange-si-durere-1680x1050.jpg" width="200px" /></a><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Estrangelo Edessa';">M-am oprit in cutremurul lumi m’am oprit at cand nimeni<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>nu mi’a mai spus nimic.Ciudat lucru sa devin un om fara limita sa devin fiinta pe care o ignoram.Am devenit o singuratica plutind in decorul deschis spre suferinte spre neputinta din mine. Compun in nestiire fara cerneala fara gandire dar scriu prin simturi.Cazut imi este trupul si sufletul nu mi-l mai pot apara.Neconfundabila<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tristete imi cuprinde trupul si il arunca in pamant si tace. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Estrangelo Edessa';">Atata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>timp am cuprins in mine l’am luat pe buze l’am imbratisat l’am adoptat in privire iar mai apoi am inceput a ofta. Fara<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>timp fara mine<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fara de ganduri lucide<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>am uitat sa ma inchin in fata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ta.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Estrangelo Edessa';">E asa linistitor in tacere e o liniste care te inchide dupa niste grati te face om mort ucis in miile de zambete si numeroase cuvinte<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de amor.Ajung in dependenta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>creata in persoana mea care adora sa te vada pe tine<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>inger.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Estrangelo Edessa';">Atata vreme devin usor influientabila din cauza<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>lor.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Estrangelo Edessa';">Am intrat intr’un lan de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>amintiri si ma topesc. Pot a ma opri din plans sau pot a incerca a ma folosi pe mine<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>drept tinta pt<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tot ce vreau sa scriu.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinoMdapUx9T2G-Gy1npL9nEMUm0YlNX_lb-LxQM9tZZ-YionJ05-qXxhkc9jpt_yX6fCnjzEytNV4Dv24krY0pLXVvT_boU26qaDnUtVtIF7EXuOUEXnnz7aWEbeh-ZnHbx3GUxKVbj1Ui/s1600/226894_224435064233427_224273024249631_994579_7763262_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="134px" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinoMdapUx9T2G-Gy1npL9nEMUm0YlNX_lb-LxQM9tZZ-YionJ05-qXxhkc9jpt_yX6fCnjzEytNV4Dv24krY0pLXVvT_boU26qaDnUtVtIF7EXuOUEXnnz7aWEbeh-ZnHbx3GUxKVbj1Ui/s200/226894_224435064233427_224273024249631_994579_7763262_n.jpg" width="200px" /></a><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Estrangelo Edessa';">E jalnic sa fi dependent de un lucru care iti baga in nestiire tacere<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>si un urlet.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Estrangelo Edessa';">Am uitat sa tac sa fiu sclava supusa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tie iubite. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Estrangelo Edessa';">Am gandit ca om intelept dispus in imbogatirea ta iubite.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Estrangelo Edessa';">Voi ajunge sa fiu cartea ta sa ma scri cum vrei tu sa ma desenezi dupa plac sa imi dictezi cum sa imi distrug viata iar eu<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>asa voi face . Am trecutul in fata iar viitorul sa pierdut in jurul lui.A rupt crengi le’am lipit de mine le’am udat si cu un ultim oftat ele<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sau uscat.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/u-8MG8qsRuE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-82535665931685543172011-08-24T05:31:00.000-07:002011-08-26T11:46:33.071-07:00Demon&Inger<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI3Mbox_pcVhjmU73B2JaULzKkjNeAymawtVIQQXOW6GjYdGunkqTbYGEGBVnEw-64NfUE8Kn9RuQGW3-AuvU4MRLkulGTPFodBqfmAidKpeCksXl3xTgr5V5OoZjzJRxRjJ6_3UJnpwaH/s1600/hearttoheart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI3Mbox_pcVhjmU73B2JaULzKkjNeAymawtVIQQXOW6GjYdGunkqTbYGEGBVnEw-64NfUE8Kn9RuQGW3-AuvU4MRLkulGTPFodBqfmAidKpeCksXl3xTgr5V5OoZjzJRxRjJ6_3UJnpwaH/s200/hearttoheart.jpg" width="181px" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2a4b5m7rmn_1TExDFrTg1bHbP5pKLuA0k4hwJznhkYVDkNg9_f5p3Ryf4xrQR-HQ7I5Co_e-fLt_QHVSWQL7mckyZVjsv2AibpUTtHmXgHNzBy5TpM8H4eBR2in7X8LYwx6Mq0MLy6jW/s1600/269537_194608290588829_194608220588836_506418_6133095_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2a4b5m7rmn_1TExDFrTg1bHbP5pKLuA0k4hwJznhkYVDkNg9_f5p3Ryf4xrQR-HQ7I5Co_e-fLt_QHVSWQL7mckyZVjsv2AibpUTtHmXgHNzBy5TpM8H4eBR2in7X8LYwx6Mq0MLy6jW/s320/269537_194608290588829_194608220588836_506418_6133095_n.jpg" width="174px" /></a><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Copia<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fidela<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>iubirii e pe cale<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>renasca .Oamenii de stiinta perfectioneaza o arma cat mai perfecta pt<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a’si sustine proiectul. Trece ora imbatranesc inchisi in acest proiect.Cu un procent destul de mare sperantele lor sunt micsorate odata cu fiecare clipa in care<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>doi indragostiti isi arunca cuvinte precum acel cuvant umil te iubesc.Trecuse zile intregi experti vor folosi si vor incerca sa creasca sansele de a atinge telul.Ore petrecute in stiinta lot trec dar incearca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>din nou punand o contestatie spunandu’si ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>succesul lor va triumfa.Asa incepe povestea unui om de <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>stiinta nascut in stiinta va<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>muri tot<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in ea.In stiinta lui se petreceau nenumarate si necontrolate renasteri lucruri nascute doar din gandire.A inceput sfarsitul a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>acelei povesti care nici nu<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a inceput.Un baiat tanar ca o zi de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>primavara<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>curat<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pur<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>precum un loc nestiut de nimeni dar sa nu uit<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e un copil ca mine. Nascut in stiinta a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fost creat pt a reda din<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>nou universului putinul pe care il ofera iubirea din sine. Creat ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>un robot are suflet ce bate in taria fierului ce<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>bate<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>gol.Avea zile traia ca un demon se hranea de pe urma altor suflete furate.Gusta din fiecare inima rupta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pana<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cand a cedat in fata unui alt demon.Acest demon avea iubire.Stiintific sau atins in iubire sau atins in corpuri dar nu mai mult decat le permitea metalul lor usor sa se zdrobeasca sa fie unul.Demonul a devenit inger fiinta patata deja dar trezita in intunericul ei.A inceput groaznic sa sfarseasca stiinta cu fiecare cuvant de iubire.Si de aici<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>intrebarea cand<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>acel demon a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ajuns inger ?!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR;"> Un inger un demon un baiat o fata si un cuvant te iubesc.Sau distrus<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>era<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>stiinta. In prezent e in plina cercetare copia fidela a iubirii.Oamenii de stiinta au remarcat ca renasterea ei nu e posibila pt ca ea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>exista in fiecare din noi acel <i>demon si inger</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/2b_h5E5HCs0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2b_h5E5HCs0&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2b_h5E5HCs0&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div></div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-10063571082734624592011-08-24T05:28:00.000-07:002011-08-26T11:48:09.319-07:00Purtata in timp de o dimineatza<span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span> <br />
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Parca aghatat<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>si soarele incepe a ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>enerva si incerc a fugi prin<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>camera mea.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: DotumChe; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Estrangelo Edessa';"> As mai dori sa mai beau spre<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a ma imbata dar aceasta clipa nu ma putea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>avea Spre surprinderea mea caldura ce<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>vine parca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e mai mare si se aseamana<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cu durerea mea.Trec orele<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>minutele<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>secundele <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dar incerc a ma gandi daca trecerea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>timpului e in favoarea mea Astept pierduta scriind pustie de mine pe un prag astept mereu acea dimineatza care va<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fi doar<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a mea .Iar acum<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>vreau <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pun stop a ma intreba aceasta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dimineatza este<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a mea ... un vis</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/TRI5QLHbs9I?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"></div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-67514242587910107932011-08-24T05:21:00.000-07:002011-08-26T11:38:42.713-07:00In propria mea piesa<span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 20pt; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';"></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOz1eQwXFRGNWM8AWZ5mOInqZwW8FdtwQP0R1j6DXYEPLg9VoX1e9LFKKM6bZiiT4A5gr-wt2rmAsdWmv4Pj5T5-U8TVZPdAvqDnT5w1Y1cHp5lzVbfbp_Zct29yN6OL-vsw2l70_4kH-b/s1600/summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/2M7qH3LAbAo?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Y8wgK_T-erOjlEUPNRdb107gB6z-B5iljWUlzcWlUrfjfE9sNaWMVB7ebftZg57S7l0rbewzdhoRiVy-YEHVluOsEXv-dZmKDH6ZJmJMA0-Af1Bx3GH9AjV1q42e4M70HV9dpTp93zcu/s1600/backheart-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 16pt; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';"> Tacerea incepe<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>din doi , doi am<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fost cand eram mici , doi au fost in povesti ,doi vom ramane impreuna.Am cunoscut un tip parca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>era poveste trucata.Aveam rol principal in mizeria asta care<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>era<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>arta si incercam<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>din acest gunoi sa iti dau si tie<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>rolul acela de care duceai dorul.<img border="0" height="133px" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOz1eQwXFRGNWM8AWZ5mOInqZwW8FdtwQP0R1j6DXYEPLg9VoX1e9LFKKM6bZiiT4A5gr-wt2rmAsdWmv4Pj5T5-U8TVZPdAvqDnT5w1Y1cHp5lzVbfbp_Zct29yN6OL-vsw2l70_4kH-b/s200/summer.jpg" width="200px" /></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 16pt; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">Chipul angelic se pierde in timpul piesei de teatru iti ofer placere te mint sau ma mint te chem sau te pierd de cate ori e nevoie sa ma intreb. Pe scena adulmec incet in piesa si inot simtinandu’ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>foarte<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sus.Dau haotic din maini incerc sa te prind dar se aude<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>un zgomot bate tare cat se poate de tare lovesc peste<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tot daram decorul tip nu mai vreau pe scena sunt dependenta sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fiu spectator sa imi misc fara sa stiu mainile sa bat sa rad sa zambesc si sa privesc scena ta.Am mers departe aruncam cu bucati din decor inspre<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>toti aruncam cu o nemarginita ipocrizie.Si cand se uita dincolo de toate isi ia rolul in serios il ia de mana fara ca un minut sa mimeze un timp scurt il ia il trage in privire il trage spre ea il loveste de parca acum el face parte din decor apoi mainile se opresc fara explicatie si il mangaie in acest timp un timp scurt<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dar pt ea atat de lung si il priveste lung si acum devine tot .</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"></div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-85389795548776852502011-08-24T05:14:00.000-07:002011-08-26T11:40:21.682-07:00Nu cer mai mult decat o bucata din tine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span lang="FR" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';"> Pun punct prin ati spune cu sila cat de mult sunt degustata de privirile incordate <img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWobECj2Rsxx2zNkb9kyhlfa1kk1qwIudmsKeXMqJIWS2vUXmdgyDUdN6KIOAz9sa910IgR7Ja7kp-D19Sq-Q4tpUkRnGLi0opXQr9rBvKOglU_-QHr3Py6aZnKYv8yo3xHHaoTQO1mX6N/s320/wrozka.jpg" width="320px" />indreptate spre neputinta din mine.Am ales<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>jocuri in mintea mea care intr’o zi se vor roti in raze de soare si vor<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fi expuse in fiecare floare.Ma rotesc in jurul meu om de nimic si citesc in mine si zaresc<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tulburarea lacrimilor varsate in tine.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">Traiesc in viata ta respir in urma ta si numar fiecare suspin prin tine. Trec in rama<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>imbatraniri si ma gandesc prin tine.Privesc<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in clipa lucruri cum ar fi amintiri trecut fericire dezamagiri si incep a rosti prin tine. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">Spun in tine simt in tine ating in tine si ma urmaresc in tine.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">Pun punct ati povesti cu mahnire si plina de mine ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sunt tiparita in tine. Prind ati descoperi suferinta zdruncimata de o groaznica liniste timiditate<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>si o dezgustatoare pierdere in tine fiinta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ce<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ma rapea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in acele<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>seri si ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ducea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in lumina<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sa.E deajuns prea mult<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pt<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mine<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>...tipa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ea !!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">Am tras prin prin mine privirea ta am tras de ea chiar at cand sa atins de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>chipul desfigurat <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>al uri ce <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ascundea in mine <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>un pur<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>adevar ,opresc ingerii din zbor si ii omor.Am tras de tine si am inceput sa dau in mine am lovit tacuta cu pumii goli am lovit tare cu sageata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sufletului am lovit mai tare si asa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>am inceput a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>uita.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Incolaciti unul peste altul am devenit plini de venin atunci cand priveam in albastrul cerului.Treceam neclintita prin umbre de om duse pana<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>la Dumnezeu.Priveam in lungul timpului calatoream in neprevazuta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>purtare a ta.Stiintific vorbind am ales sa distrug ploaia<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de primavara pana<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>am descoperit bucati de pietri crapate pe alocuri care isi preiau functia de a lovi acolo in golul tau.Alergam in cercuri uitandu’mi chipul intr’o oglinda aruncata in adancul cufar al apei sub acea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>stanca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>purtata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de vant .Merg mai departe cu pasi mai mari crezand ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>asa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>voi primi in loc<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>bogati doar nepretuite clipe<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de fericire.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Alerg in istoria rasturnata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in tine crezand din nou ca poate ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>voi gasi egoista in cartea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ta plina de bucurie.Alint corpul care se imprastie in tine se varsa peste<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tine si curge<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>spre <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tine ,alint<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>apa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>din mine lasanduti tie urma pe fiecare timp.Am dat de fotografi ce<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ascund oameni fara de cuvant si jalnice priviri ce isi arata intr’o imagine tacuta tot ce simt.Caut adanc printre pozele<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tacute caut si mai adanc si gasesc tacerea lor gasesc culorile tacute si vad doi ochii careia le spuneam te iubesc.Arunc<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>strivita de cuvinte pozele ce le folosesc si plina de ura iti urlu cu ecou ce strabate<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pana <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>si inima ingerilor » arunca si <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>privirea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>aia tipatoare » .</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/49dwH8TLP54?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWobECj2Rsxx2zNkb9kyhlfa1kk1qwIudmsKeXMqJIWS2vUXmdgyDUdN6KIOAz9sa910IgR7Ja7kp-D19Sq-Q4tpUkRnGLi0opXQr9rBvKOglU_-QHr3Py6aZnKYv8yo3xHHaoTQO1mX6N/s1600/wrozka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-33058793100188264122011-08-03T04:34:00.000-07:002011-08-26T11:41:30.310-07:00Am incercat sa iti spun<span lang="FR" style="font-family: Batang; 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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNndi-k1Dq07CU-zq8o9YFzGuK1dHq9qPdqnO6eeLW-A7aJBsoC7yQ22gbXkicu3LAkmhy5jktH8CTnwWHIJfw9MVM7QaWNlVdO9V9Cpqt819Qo_gz4yHcSpxEaLoIaIOK0k1wI2r271oj/s1600/228044_200675626642638_190483404328527_535204_8043147_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNndi-k1Dq07CU-zq8o9YFzGuK1dHq9qPdqnO6eeLW-A7aJBsoC7yQ22gbXkicu3LAkmhy5jktH8CTnwWHIJfw9MVM7QaWNlVdO9V9Cpqt819Qo_gz4yHcSpxEaLoIaIOK0k1wI2r271oj/s320/228044_200675626642638_190483404328527_535204_8043147_n.jpg" t$="true" width="225px" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><em><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sa oprit ticaitul ala<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>disperant</em><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;">.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;"> Mi’am acceptat locul in aceasta lume care nu doar distruge ea patrunde si ucide. Totul pare<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>frumos o familie fericita dar aceasta fericire pentru mine<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>chin.Si m’am pornit sa iti spun tot sa iti spun ca te iubesc dincolo de limite te iubesc<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mai mult<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dkt iti poti<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tu imagina.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><u><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;"> 2 ani=chin</span></u><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;">. Noptile in care stateam a ma gandi si pe langa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>asta trupul care se infingea cu putere pe covor si in patul meu <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tare incepeam a plange , in tot<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>acest timp fapt ca plangeam ma facea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fericita eram in euferie in lacrimile mele.Au fost chinuri groaznice , in mine<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ducandu’se o lupta. Bateam a ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>duce in nebunie dar brusc ma opream.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;">Imi numaram zilele nenorocite si asteptam trecerea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>timpului care aprofunda in mine si parca ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tinea totusi pe loc fara motiv. Am incercat sa cunosc suflete<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pure<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>asemenea ingerilor<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dar am dat in adancituri pline de ura<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>si dezamagire care ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ducea in fiecare<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>clipa mai jos pe o alta treapta .</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;"> De aici incepe nebunia o boala auzita de toti si traita de mine.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;">In plina<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ei maretie am inceput a ma uita in trecut si totul pare asa pierdut imi vad chipul in sclipire se distruge chipul inocent.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;">Se patrunde in linistea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>nopti dar se pune in somn calauzita de un<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>vis nebun.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><u><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;"><em>Doamne ce tare doare !!</em></span></u><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;"> Oare<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>el aude<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>suspinul unui copil nebun</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;"> Am incercat sa traiesc clipe in doi pe un leagan ea priveste si urla spre cer ca o muta. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;">Fiecare<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>anotimp iti priveste zambetul tau crud si te invata sa ma urci sa privesc peste<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>drum si sa distrug un zid imun.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;"> E asa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tarziu afara si trag ceata trecutului.Trec prin el ca o drogata si cer explicati pun intrebari iar corpul meu intra<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in ritm.Am incercat sa trag in mine sa ma prabusesc stiind ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>lucrurile<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>bune<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>erau pe<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>departe<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>se implineasca. Vezi un chip pictat.........</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;">Atata liniste ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>asurzeste atatea lucruri frumoase mi se face<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sila.Acum as distruge tot as darama fericirea <u>voastra</u> si asa poate voi putea si eu cladi bucati de fericire.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;"> As lua un pistol si cu respiratia mea lenta as incepe a fuma o tigara plina de droguri inutile le’as gusta cu alcool si as pune mana pe el si as omora zambetul vostru oameni corupti.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;">Atatea lucruri nenorocite despre tine<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>iubitule.Ti le arunc pe pagina si patez paginile cu culori private desprinse doar de imaginatia mea.Mi’am cioplit inima dupa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dorinta ta,inutil m’am patat cu mizeria ta omule de nimic.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;"> M’as ciopli in comportament dar tarziul timpului va bate clipa in care ma voi gandi si<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>voi lucra in mine.Am ajuns in disperata realitate in care timpul tace dar pt mine sta in depresie in care dragostea poate fi ura si doar o nebunie pura.O realitate in care apusul e inainte de rasarit in care tu ma iubesti dar oare e pe bune.Foi inutile despre ploi si furtuni.Se trage nebunia din chipul femeiesc si din trupul ars ramane bule de cenusa care pietrifica inima cioplita in fiecare<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>anotimp si pictata in ploi ce curg printre culori.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;"> Adorm iubitule si odata cu somnul meu vor dormi si ele <u>‘sentimentele’</u> dar nu le opresc la jumatate de drum le<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>duc in vis si zambesc pt ca acolo nu sti sa ma minti.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: DFKai-SB;"><em> Iubirea o cale necunoscuta inca dar simtita traita dar nici1data implinita</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/U00HyJY5zHw?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"></div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-83757957365188330462011-07-22T05:08:00.000-07:002011-08-26T11:42:29.095-07:00Am pus punct si arunc cu bucati din mine Un inger sus <br />
Un pas in plus<br />
Isi ia avant <br />
Pluteste pana jos crezand ca o sa'l prinda<br />
Cade .....doare <img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaVe8s4NXLsytA29HWJ9gkzSs3B3_z-7_ech2YWF1GN2EunENOoqD6dEvm2PqrLHzrtUFQeWIoCp7rGqZxnvCYvzuA7TsMXKsrjBe1dc5hh2Pwxt7M_glSFIjRXOAiGyuqPct1mByrbHeO/s320/732e09916a1d1b64c421f86om0.jpg" t$="true" width="268px" /><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: FR;"> Un zbor asa lent te apasa un aer poluat de zambete de chipuri frumoase de liniste cand razboiul e in plina desfasurare.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: FR;">A cazut pe chipul tau frumos copila un bob mare de roua si te inspira sa cazi neclintita in iarba sa privesti in gol spre cer si ai o privire pierduta care clatina zborul lent si<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>obosit al pasarilor si incetineste vantul ce se sprijina printre ramurile <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>copacilor, saracii au imbatranit sub privirea fluturilor care<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>au inceput si ei sa cada zdrobiti de ticaitul ceasului care e intr’o continua plutire spre ceata culeasa in plicul amintirilor.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Cade incet leganata de vant<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>un gand bun cade in paradisul din gradina mea mare.Iese un agitat vant<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>si se ascunde in privire si vreau al simti dar fuge de mine .</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: FR;"> Oare cand va inceta acest joc nenorocit sa pot<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>si eu zambi !??</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Doar zborul pasarilor mai poate<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fi asa de meschin doar ceata de pe padurile inverzite fara pic de sentiment care doar soptesc facand un ecou insuportabil ce trece prin aripile gingase ale cocorilor cand vor inceta sa mai existe sau cel putin sa nu mai strabata firea mea agitata.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: FR;">E asa frumos sa privesti pe geam printr’o oglinda sparta sa vezi cum ploaia<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ucide iar alte<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>suflete de oameni prinsi intr’un razboi parca ar fi ultimul lor grai. Razboiul se patrunde in clipa si imi da motive de vinovatie si vreau sa pot si eu<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a ma juca in nestiire sa pot<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>zbura in nemurire.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: FR;"> Se face rece... amintirile reinviu in propria mea fiinta si imi ofera momente de euforie « vad un copil cu flori negre in mana ,vad ochii lui plini de gandire si iubire iar cand incep sa simt parca sunt zugrumata in crengile dese ale pomilor ce nu imi lasa atitudinea mea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de om sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fiu in zbor ca pasarile libere ce mai alaltaieri se jucau in gradina.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Century; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Prinsa in momente ale trecutului voi deveni si eu alt copil pe pajistea moale ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>voi plimba iar cioburile desprinse din soare le<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>voi aduna<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>si voi juca un nou puzzle despre cum va<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fi viata mea</span></div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-15585122260727627462011-07-20T04:43:00.000-07:002011-07-20T05:12:03.986-07:00Lacrimi moarte sub o masca<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; mso-ansi-language: FR;"> Hai sa iti arat cum scriu cu lacrimi , hai sa iti arat un copil in plina splendoare distruganduse.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; mso-ansi-language: FR;"> As vrea sa pot sa iti arat cat mai mult in adanc.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Un inger in durerea lui e un mar necopt putred lipsit de soare el moare.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDP5pc8HLnJ8Wmiz17rZ6_5v5bKpa53BR8sBfNKvL1o0eZcLcSJtOxEXuroVkfFr4ljpBd9VnhicRCvpNvCJU09VRQTQ_nOqxXsEq1gqcA9GKjaETlAa7nxeMaE5o2bKkSHdvsWh5inh5y/s1600/Hide_ID_by_Marionate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDP5pc8HLnJ8Wmiz17rZ6_5v5bKpa53BR8sBfNKvL1o0eZcLcSJtOxEXuroVkfFr4ljpBd9VnhicRCvpNvCJU09VRQTQ_nOqxXsEq1gqcA9GKjaETlAa7nxeMaE5o2bKkSHdvsWh5inh5y/s320/Hide_ID_by_Marionate.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Sunt atatea valuri duse de ganduri purtate prin suflet trairi si gesturi redate la fiecare<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>clipa a fiecarei trairi a pleoapelor ochilor ce<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>au o stralucire.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Cum ar<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fi sa patrund in tine sa nu mai ies de frica ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>voi fi distrusa in lumea asta pustie putreda pe alocuri plina de plicuri ale urii. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; mso-ansi-language: FR;"> De ce<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>nu poti trai in tine<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>om mort ?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Te privesti cu o alta oglinda vezi masca urii tale si a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cunostintei ca maine nu va fi la fel si te gandesti care<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>este<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>destinul tau.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Inlocuiesc<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cheia veche de la masca si uit ca o cheie ruginita in timp e o cheie ce<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>deschide<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>necunoscutul.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Vorbesc de un necunoscut care te trezeste in groaza si vrei sa iesi afara sa’ti dai seama ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tu chiar esti vinovata.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Patrunzi ca o fantasma intr’o alta viata ,respira greu in acea lume minunata si cade de pe o treapta si incearca sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>aspire catre o viata iar prinsa in tine sti ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>vine timpul<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ia o cutie arunca lucruri inutile.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Ma zbat in moarte pt ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>acolo e viata .A cazut in plina ei splendoare pe fata si sa scurs in paharul de pe masa.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Ai inceput sa ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>crezi ca viata mea e roz. Culori ce descriu un suflet, al tau suflet, al meu suflet e prins intr’o plasa a viselor o alta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mireasma si cu lanturi de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>flori<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>care<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>se descriu pe fata. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; mso-ansi-language: FR;"> Uita copila si omoarati timpul in lacrimi si stoarcel pe fata iar inocentei tale dai gustul dureri iar<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>atunci vei fi cu adevarat<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ADORATA.</span></div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-58383183177659958652011-07-17T07:52:00.000-07:002011-07-17T07:52:52.554-07:00A fost deajuns o clipa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQe9daCKn3jU2jXg0zR0rYEXdLul4e0CqKCYOTRp5CrIbYNlMHiLjTKHC0p3tTYWDSetH1GxpAICfbAe6NKUClOMTZPYWpGPMQUieI9IvFlaVrYtE0voXlbgcIC4eb_GBd2kJtqYGvjmY/s1600/untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQe9daCKn3jU2jXg0zR0rYEXdLul4e0CqKCYOTRp5CrIbYNlMHiLjTKHC0p3tTYWDSetH1GxpAICfbAe6NKUClOMTZPYWpGPMQUieI9IvFlaVrYtE0voXlbgcIC4eb_GBd2kJtqYGvjmY/s320/untitled.png" width="320px" /></a><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Vijaya; mso-fareast-font-family: FangSong;">Nu stiu cum sa incep sa iti spun lucruti banale despre o fata de 17 ani simpla si modesta retrasa nu ar fi absurd sa iti spun . sa iti spun lucruri care nu ma caracterizeaza ca beau fumez ma dezbrac doar sa fac cuiva pe plac nu nu sunt gen poate e mai bine sa incep cu « eu » un copil doar m’ai vazut . </span></div><div class="yiv1107927655msonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Vijaya; mso-fareast-font-family: FangSong;">Si incep sa adancesc in ceea ce ma priveste tu si eu subliniez ca cuvantul noi nu e existent imi pun intrbarea dc ? Si incepe povestea mea din sufletul meu nu ? doar asta vrei sa afli ce am in adanc . Un adanc ce nu poate fi privit din n’afara ma intreb oare cand vei patrunde in el ? doar atunci cand ochii mei se vor opri din ploaie atunci cand nu voi mai domni in tacerea mea .E greu cu increderea in cuvinte in oamenii increderea in mine insumi . Crd ca acum te intrebi ce tot vorbesc aici sa iti spun pe intelesul cuvintelor tale mie frica de propria mea persoana mie teama sa ranesc prin gesturi fapte <span class="yshortcuts"><span style="color: black;"><span id="lw_1310912835_0" style="cursor: hand;">gand</span></span></span> un singur cuvant un singur pas spre tine nu ca sa fiu aproape de tine poate te ranesc . Si incep sa ma gandesc la trecut era iubire dar imi era dor sa privesc un chip sa ating un suflet prin cuvinte prin gesturi dar a venit ziua / aud vocea ta cnd ma suni te astept sti am inceput sa gandesc <span class="yshortcuts"><span style="color: black;"><span id="lw_1310912835_1" style="cursor: hand;">daca</span></span></span> nu ii place cum arat ? e o intrebare corecta ar trebui sa ma gandesc ? merg cu pasi grabiti te vad nu mai stiu nimic tot pare absurd e vis baaa dar te vad nu nuj ce am in minte in suflet sunt goala ma tragi catre tine nu am reactie si inca crd ca e un vis nu mai gandesc si cand ma ia in brate simt , traiesc . Te intrebi daca e logic raceala cu care te’am tratat ,nu ? grija cum te simti tu e mai mare decat sa ma gandesc la tine tipic mie si asa pierd eu atunci cand iubesc .</span></div><div class="yiv1107927655msonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Vijaya; mso-fareast-font-family: FangSong;">Te vreau aproape dar te tin departe mie frica !? si atunci dc simt ca te iubesc , eu te iubesc pt ca acum te vreau mie dor sa ma iei in brate un gest simplu dar care ma face mai fericita cea mai fericita fata Rascolesc si ma pierd in camera simt parfumul tau peste tot simt parfumul pe hainele pe care le’am purtat si totusi mai crezi ca nu te iubesc ? te caut peste tot nu te gasesc te’am avut acum nu te am dc ? m’am blocat dc ?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>m’am schimbat <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>totul era nou pt mine fapt ca erai <span class="yshortcuts"><span style="color: black;"><span id="lw_1310912835_2" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; cursor: hand;">langa</span></span></span> mine ne tineam de mana totul era nou nu ai cum sa ma intelegi J . Cate am pe suflet ma tot intreb si multe pe care nu le exprim mereu am fost un copil tacut. Dar ce stiu, stiu ca am gresit stiu ca pot invata stiu ca pot a ma schimba dar tu ce sti ? eu vreau , tot ce vreau e sa am pe cineva cine sa ma inteleaga sa ma accepte asa cum sunt , ce sa mai vreau sunt fericita nuj daca pe deplin dar stiu ca sunt . Asteptati ca sa iti arat ca te iubesc ? eram agitata nu ma gandeam neaparat pt cateva clipe sa iti arat tot ce simt , poate eu m’am multumit doar cu cateva clipe cu tine cu gesturi infantile iar retagerea <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>din bratele tale nu e fapt ca nu te iubesc eu nu imi explic gestul !!! Te Iubesc mai mlt dct imi iubesc propria me a fiinta tin mult la tine nu vreau sa te pierd nu si tu nu mai suport </span></div><div class="yiv1107927655msonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Vijaya; mso-fareast-font-family: FangSong;">Gandeste’te la tot as vrea sa stiu si eu tu ce vrei , vei merge mai departe cu mine sau renunti ca sa devi doar un vis </span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Vijaya; mso-fareast-font-family: FangSong;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Lag8n8mBtXg?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-13740237310747600122011-06-24T02:59:00.000-07:002011-06-24T03:18:00.798-07:00Universul singuratati<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjzAsswrf0pdPdgON7B2d1x7_BCtXg-n7PcnvfO57dGmSw_6V4R9mNHyZVORLyusoBfKC-olo4G-CD-EAtPyjF73skybve7dj7RoG7oGGZPdHdGYaVB03uvQHFT-UD7LrOCemZH3GHZaEB/s1600/whitedove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjzAsswrf0pdPdgON7B2d1x7_BCtXg-n7PcnvfO57dGmSw_6V4R9mNHyZVORLyusoBfKC-olo4G-CD-EAtPyjF73skybve7dj7RoG7oGGZPdHdGYaVB03uvQHFT-UD7LrOCemZH3GHZaEB/s1600/whitedove.jpg" /></a></div><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Si moartea o gasesc in toate .</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Mori pt o zi sau pt cat iti este<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dat.]</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mori in iubire in muzica in amintiri in clipe mori pentru tine.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In moarte auzi muzica in moarte iti auzi gandurile care bat in fiecare clipa cand<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>amintirile se tin lant.Te gandesti ca vrei sa mori oare tie mai bine!?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Atata adrenalina in moarte, ai luat drogul deja nu exista viata in moarte.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>E seara citesti in gand moartea si auzi<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ritmul sau. E prea multa liniste in muzica mea.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Ritmul se aude tare adanceste in ea si ii tremura vocea iar<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ea se zbate in moarte.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Vocea simte sunetele simte<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ceva<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>diferit<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>, e<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>umed iar privirea ii straluceste in intuneric iar de cearceaf se<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tine<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cu o mana iar cu cealalta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tine o perina.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Trupul se alungeste pe covor apoi ia forma se zbate in nemurire un suflet de copil.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ritmul melodiei o patrunde mai adanc , scapa lucrurile din mana iar ele<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>se indreapta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>spre trup.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/gz5hdQvVWnw?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Are<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sufletul strans iar corpul e rece<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dar<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sunt prea multe lacrimi si iar o regasesc in moarte .!</span></div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-30254600096093765702011-06-24T02:46:00.000-07:002011-06-24T03:16:49.916-07:00Scrisoare Catre Tine<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Poate nu stiu cum sa iti spun ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>te iubesc ,te iubesc prin mine te iubesc cu privirea cu gandul cu tot<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ce inseamna<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>viata.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Si totusi lipseste ceva din mine din iubirea mea si nu vreau sa cer ajutor la gandurile tale .</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cuvintele mi se infrumuseteaza prin formele cuvintelor tale ce se ridica in sufletul meu si da<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>forma zambetului meu.. De aici incepe povestea de iubire sau sa fiu<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>modesta de aici incepe « viata ».</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hai sa iti spun despre timp sti acel<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>timp cand uitam de gandurile<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mele<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ce ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>duceau in moarte<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>uitam de prezenta mea ca simplu om pe pamant.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ma uitam in mine ca sa pot sa iti spun cu alte cuvinte cat de important esti si ca esti pt<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mine <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o poarta ce deschide vise , sperante si cel mai important deschide un suflet care patrunde si se uneste<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cu alt suflet al tau si se formeaza un androgin :x </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Imi pun sperante in destin ca pe mai tarziu sa nu zic ca nu am crezut in timp.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sa iti mai descriu chipul ? trupul ? poate ar fi necesar</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;">Iar<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>daca voi face acest lucru m’ai lasa sa iti patrund in tacerea trupului , m’ai lasa !?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hai sa iti spun cum citesc in tine si fiecare clipa o tiparesc in mine. Incep sa iti scriu si nu obosesc<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dar nu pot mai departe pt ca va trebui sa uit sa iubesc.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Uite alte sentimente<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dar nu pot sa ti le spun nu pot sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ti le soptesc de la o asa distanta dar uite si azi Te Iubesc !!! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/08peXNWzpiM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Segoe Script'; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Iar aici<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pun cpunct si spun totul incepe<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de la<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ALBASTRU.</span></div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-41982052992401884792011-05-25T07:42:00.000-07:002011-05-25T07:43:25.590-07:00Cand gandurile nu iti dau pace<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: large; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: KodchiangUPC; mso-fareast-font-family: Dotum;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Sunt intr’o<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>continua plutire pe<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>marginea prapastiei, scapare<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>nu am.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Gabriola; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: KodchiangUPC; mso-fareast-font-family: Dotum;">M’am<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>inchis<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in universul meu creat de propriul meu gand. </span><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Gabriola; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: KodchiangUPC; mso-fareast-font-family: Dotum;">E atata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>zgomot in jur e atata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>stralucire lispsita de culoare. E ciudat fapt ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>inca mai sper ca valurile<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tulbure<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ale<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mintii mele se voi opri atunci cand voi inceta eu sa privesc in intensitatea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cuvintelor<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>celorlati. Pe<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>zi ce trece e<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mai puternic vantul purtat<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in abisul<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sufletului<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>care se<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>aprinde la fiecare picatura de aer patrunsa in ea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>plina de microbi ce<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>adancesc suferinta.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: x-large; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: KodchiangUPC; mso-fareast-font-family: Dotum;">Poate nu sunt o ciudata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cum spun alti sunt un om normal cu calitati exuberante care nu ma <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>caracterizeaza ci<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ma cladesc inuntru.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: x-large; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: KodchiangUPC; mso-fareast-font-family: Dotum;">Crezand ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>simplu sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>aud sa privesc<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sa miros am dat gresi la fiecare clipa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>atunci cand<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ceasul incepe sa ticaie si<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>se<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>opreste in propria<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>moarte<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cand se aude un sunet larmant. E ruginit in clipa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cum sufletul unei<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fete e patruns de ceata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>si nu e<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>doar intuneric sau lumina e transparent culorile<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>nu il mai descriu. Te<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>uiti<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in privirea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>prin proprile lacrimi si nu vezi lucruri <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>care sa te impresioneze vezi o privire<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>goala care<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>te <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>patrunde si ramai<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>incremenit te<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>asemeni unui pom ce<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>se inchina<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in fata vantului trecandui prin ramuri si se<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>resping prin respect.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: x-large; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: KodchiangUPC; mso-fareast-font-family: Dotum;">O alta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pagina scrisa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de o nemuritoare<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in gandire<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dar<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>destinul ei este<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sa pretinda<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ca gandul ei desprinde banale cuvinte ce nu te bucura nu te inalta ele<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sunt cuvinte rupte din bucati ce<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>nu vor mai fi lipite. Adera la ceva<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ce<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>un muritor nu<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e capabil sa isi doreasca nici<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>macar<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>nu ii treaca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>prin gand.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: x-large; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: KodchiangUPC; mso-fareast-font-family: Dotum;">In toate<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>povestile e<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>vorba<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dsp un print<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>si o printesa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dsp intuneric<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>si lumina<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dar<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>finalul e<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mult mai<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>absurd <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>intodeauna se termina<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cu<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>bine.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: Gabriola; font-size: x-large; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: KodchiangUPC; mso-fareast-font-family: Dotum;">Povestea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>noastra<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tuturor<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>trece<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>prin golul absurdului si face<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>din frumos<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mai minunat face ca povestea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mea sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fie doar<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ganduri<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pure. Puritatea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>povestilor<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mele<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de viata nu<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>consta in inocenta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>,lumina si<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>bine consta<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in faptul ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>am ramas infipta in radacina<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>nu ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>desprind<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de amintiri sau de lucruri banale de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>asta ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>simt<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o fata oarecare<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>nu o fata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>speciala.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-3437095182697099322011-05-21T10:43:00.000-07:002011-05-22T00:10:42.859-07:00Just a Soul<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><em> <span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: RO; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN;">Atatea ganduri si cuvinte intr'o minte bolnava si ma tot intreb de ce !?</span></em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: RO; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglCuovvBJDa8R9Yc7RgQzOaF5r1KqSbxj-eoIs9Kpl1F2FjmvCyzrEOcQQp2xNUhk5oTG4ArdparH_DgTTs3LfGqKbhn3SbX3KgfDcYYpN6AUeyloUo9xNEgBUS6aFlTOGS3Pz1KrZu8o9/s1600/te_iubesc_chiar_daca_esti_departe_4549.jpg"><span style="text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"><stroke joinstyle="miter"></stroke><formulas><f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"></f><f eqn="sum @0 1 0"></f><f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"></f><f eqn="prod @2 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @0 0 1"></f><f eqn="prod @6 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"></f></formulas><path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"></path><lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"></lock></shapetype></span></a></span><em> </em></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSmvLmhlIQae9oS1-fI1XcpILmyTsKqvF1yu_mtkvVPf-apWdGdtljhlpNzgnFeK0Nr_dLdMW03ltDhCywiI4eOSq9KMwiMLigugJemIqlr4eyHHkZZAGa5PArssvCHKTgJhvRpTSEtLkG/s1600/te_iubesc_chiar_daca_esti_departe_4549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSmvLmhlIQae9oS1-fI1XcpILmyTsKqvF1yu_mtkvVPf-apWdGdtljhlpNzgnFeK0Nr_dLdMW03ltDhCywiI4eOSq9KMwiMLigugJemIqlr4eyHHkZZAGa5PArssvCHKTgJhvRpTSEtLkG/s320/te_iubesc_chiar_daca_esti_departe_4549.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><em> </em></span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglCuovvBJDa8R9Yc7RgQzOaF5r1KqSbxj-eoIs9Kpl1F2FjmvCyzrEOcQQp2xNUhk5oTG4ArdparH_DgTTs3LfGqKbhn3SbX3KgfDcYYpN6AUeyloUo9xNEgBUS6aFlTOGS3Pz1KrZu8o9/s1600/te_iubesc_chiar_daca_esti_departe_4549.jpg"><span style="text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"><stroke joinstyle="miter"></stroke><formulas><f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"></f><f eqn="sum @0 1 0"></f><f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"></f><f eqn="prod @2 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @0 0 1"></f><f eqn="prod @6 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"></f></formulas><path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"></path><lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"></lock></shapetype></span></a><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> Nu am raspunsuri la intrebari care abia sunt desprinse in mintea mea. Si incep a ma descrie si incep prin ati spune ca fizic sunt ceea ce nu sunt altele imi ascund machiajul "black" de ochii privitoarelelor/privitorilor imi ascund privirea in speranta ca ochii mi se vor ascunde de privirea celor din jurul meu.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Si Nu nu e vorba ca sunt o frumoasa nici nu am fost sunt ceea ce sunt "un copil" .Si incep sa ma redescopar in lumea asta si incep sa spun ca toate se intampla din vina mea . Priviri de care mie sila atrag si cuvinte urate la adresa mea pe strada aud cand stau la colt de strada . Nu sunt si nu voi fi ca celalalte eu sunt o piatra aruncata in rau o frunza purtata in vant.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Imi place singuratatea si linistea nopti si cearceaful alb care e ud de lacrimi si plin de amintiri.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Si poate ca cuvintele nu ma pot descrie asa de bine cum ma cunosc eu pe mine .</span></em><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/OA2rKdGmnD0?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">DE fapt nici eu nu ma cunosc asa de bine .Am incercat sa caut linistea in adancul tau dar am gresit sau am patruns prea adanc ?</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Nici eu nu mai stiu ce sunt si imi aduk aminte cum "o vad " intinsa pe jos de durere si suspina adanc in speranta ca va putea respira .</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Si la miez de noapate luna e asa banala dar asa de tacuta si o emotioneaza gandurile sub forma de fum ce se ridica din "ea" si ii spun stai Dq la geam .</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Adoarme chipul ei aflat intr'o betie si aude sunetul care patrunde incet sub miscari lente se uita crdea ca e "el".</span></em>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-8410171531154800222011-05-16T06:59:00.001-07:002011-05-22T00:12:54.518-07:00Nici Urma de MIne<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagGDF-2YZor8VFJvUvAMrQwjK09wrB2o1jtXVKxjpvfZs9lNoDnUNovRBWWIDWlRUjgMNZci8MVB1M2vOgXX0pUw7knPoTuuwEXDv6kx6VgqrZf0_RQUQXYV2-9Dt98GYijbTtPl-3mCO/s320/227935_199677920075742_190483404328527_528953_7573085_n.jpg" width="320px" /><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: 14pt;">Am invatat ca durerea face parte din noi.<br />
Am invatat ca oricat de mult ar fugi gandul nici1data nu o sa'l prind. Am incercat sa cred ca florile albe sunt pure dar sunt murdare. Miscarile lente ale trupului vor trezi in ea o nemarginita durere dusa spre disperare spre infinitul gandului.<br />
Incercand sa aud o alta ploaie de primavara am renuntat la gasire chiar atunci cand o aflasem pe fata ei.<br />
Am dipserat sa aud niste voci si niste nenumarate cuvinte si le'am auzit in intunericul gol al sufletului ei.<br />
Am incercat sa ma revars si sa dau timpul inapoi si m'am regasit in singuratatea adoorata de zambetul lor care chicoteau la colturi de strada aruncand nenumarate cuvinte murdare prinse intr'o umbra miscatoare de om fara sens fara rationament si fara dorinta de a urmari cunoasterea ei .<br />
Nici urma de mine m'am cautat peste tot.<br />
Am cautat cercul ce ma inconjura si materia din care eram cladita crezand ca eu sunt altceva decat o carmida care forma un univers lipsit de zambet cu lacrimi si ochi care rad atunci cand ploua .<br />
Am crezut ca fac parte din tot si odata cu toate ma voi cladi si ma voi pazi in adancul tau ;)).<br />
Am fost ranita in gandire in simtire si cel mai mult ma durut indiferenta care nu doar raneste ci te ucide.<br />
Esti construit in tine in lumina ta si vrei sa te hranesti cu sinucideri lente .<br />
Esti asa simplu pe dinafara si vrei sa te descoperi facand din simplu complicat din tine ceva ce va disparea .<br />
Prea filozofic nu e necesar, prefer sa fiu un om normal :) .</span></div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-78496053370604807312011-04-26T03:47:00.000-07:002011-05-25T07:39:59.452-07:00... Necunoscut In Descoperire...<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/sc4GH5Qq8vw?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 18pt; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: BatangChe;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> <span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;">Privesc deseori in ochii batranilor si vad atatea lucruri.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: BatangChe;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Privesc in ochii lor vezi o alta lume si ii vezi plangand si iti vine<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>le mangai chipul<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>lor imbatranit de atatea lucruri.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: BatangChe;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Privesti si in ochii copiilor <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ai vrea sa vezi speranta.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: BatangChe;">Si am ajuns sa scriu despre mine.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: BatangChe;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sufar de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o nebunie<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>rara.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: BatangChe;">Nebunia mea<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>se inchide in mine a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ajuns sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fie o boala.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: BatangChe;">Bolnava de ganduri sunt retrasa intr’o noua viata.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: BatangChe;">Imi continui banala descriere prin ati spune<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ce inseamna pt mine<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>viata, fericire si moarte !?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: BatangChe;">Ajunsa in fata granitilor incerc sa ma redescopar.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: BatangChe;">Dar nu prefer sa caut infinitul firului din care ma trag.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: BatangChe;">Descopar labirintul in care ratacesc<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cu lunile<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>si cand<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>si cand<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dau de capat e<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o alta usa .</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: BatangChe;">Ma intreb ce caut eu ratacita printre atata lume<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>si ura.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 18pt; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting'; mso-fareast-font-family: BatangChe;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pierduta mereu<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>voi rataci printre acele lacrimi ale batranilor si ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>voi reinoi la fiecare<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>zambet a unui<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>copil</span>.</span></div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-89256240042518041822011-04-26T03:38:00.001-07:002011-05-25T07:39:34.025-07:00Ma doare gandul purtat in trecut<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">EU nu iubesc, urasc cu inima curata</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">Eu nu cred in ingeri au inima patata</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">Eu nu cred in lumina e intuneric</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">Eu nu mai cred in ploaie in vant in soare</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">Nu mai<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cred in renasterea unui suflet bun.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mie<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>frica<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de propria mea viata si spun ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>nu mai exista iubire si fericire.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">Fericirea si iubirea e doar o iiluzie care si’o face mintea bolnava<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a omului.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">Sunt inconjurata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de lucrurile mele dar imi sunt straine.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">Am paralizat emotional....................................................................................................</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Parca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>te<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>vad intre stropii de lacrimi, parca et vad ca ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>prinzi in brate si imi spui ca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tot ce<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>azi va<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fi si maine.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">Parca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>te vad<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sorbindu’mi din lacrimi tinandumi’le in maini.Parca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>te vad in fata<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mea dar nu esti, e doar o lumina.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">E intuneric imi vad chipul in geam parca nu seamana<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cu mine .</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">Se intinde pe patul acoperit de un cearceaf alb, isi intinde trupul si nu mai respira .</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';">Se aude un geamat fin si lin, e doar un suspin.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Inchei aici un capitol din viata mea de fapt<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>nu din viata mea ci din abisul gandurilor mele</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arabic Typesetting';"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>stins.</span></div>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-82459311381689197422011-04-20T04:16:00.000-07:002011-04-20T04:16:34.389-07:00" Beata in gandire si bolnava in cuvinte"<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> <span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aud cu urala strigand ca ma iubeste .. ... vad cum plange si lacrimile ii cad in sufletul meu .<br />
Dar ea sta in camera e goala e pustie e intuneric si isi ia doza zilnica de speranta se injecteaza .<br />
Sunt doar un chip intr'o poza sunt un pion sunt o mascota in lumea ta dar sunt un copil in lumea mea.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Sunt un chip distrus imbatranit de amintirile din trecut cu suflet putred inauntru.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Si iti mai spun de data asta nu mai mergem de mana in mormant pentru ca sunt doar o straina pt tine.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Si asa imi scriu povestea de viata in propria mea inchisoare si sunt prizoniera in ea .</span></span></span></span><br />
<span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Iarta'ma ma doare ingrozitor zambetul timpului ce trece prin mine si ma fulgera in trup si a mai murit un suflet.</span></span></span></span><br />
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E o boala ... e boala pe care mi'am dorit'o .E seara si cad lacrimi incet pe piept iar biata fata se roaga in genunchi vrea doar fericirea care o gaseste langa el :( vrea sufletul lui sa'l atinga.<br />
Asa departe , o distanta mare dar o iubire pe masura .<br />
Inca plange cade o lacrima pe sanii ei si e rece si gusta propriul ei venin e amar.<br />
Ti'am spus "el" e o parte din mine nu iti dau dreptul sa mi'l iei.<br />
Se face tarziu mi'e frig am obosit mi'e somn as vrea sa dorm la nesfarsit.</span></em></span><br />
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Iar e fum..<br />
Un suflet ars cand e cer senin.<br />
Alerg pe drumul ales de noi dar e pustiu ..<br />
Te uiti in oglinda vezi un chip distrus , vezi ura din ochi dar cu toate astea vezi un Copil.<br />
Am invatat sa mor pt tine am invatat ca oricat de mlt te'as iubi un suflet tot va muri .<br />
Iar bate ploaia in geam si loveste, loveste pe chipul meu.<br />
E o furtuna mare si fulgera loveste si mai tare.<br />
Mi'ai dat drumul la mana mi'ai alungat sufletul l'ai calcat.<br />
A inceput sa tremure ,bate ceasul mai tare traieste clipa... stop... sa Oprit!!<br />
Mai lasat sa ma mangaie florile si vantul primaverii.<br />
M'ai lasat sa iti vad ochii intr'o apa tulbure sa iti simt trupul atingand o umbra de pe pamantul gol.<br />
Am imbatranit privind in trecut iar clipele s'au dus.... e sus.<br />
Iar stiu ca maine e dimineatza stiu ca azi iar ma voi otravi.<br />
Bate vantul ma trage dupa el si ma arunca in ura lumii ... iar Singura.<br />
Iubirea bolnava ranile pansate m'au invatat ca trebuie sa ma inchid sa ma construiesc intr'un zid.<br />
Atata tacere m'a prins de mana cand am ajuns pe un alt pamant sfant.<br />
Nu pot atinge absolutul fara iubirea ta de aceea sinuciderea mea te distruge pe tine si moartea a 2 suflete distruge iubirea.<br />
"Urlu in tacere" si vreau sa iti spun ct de mlt te urasc si m"as arunca intr'o mare de lacrimi </span>☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-23108499075637501832011-04-19T05:21:00.001-07:002011-04-19T05:21:36.874-07:00Ganduri<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: large;">Am inceput sa scriu si nu ma pot opri, deja am obosit. <br />
Lacrimile mele au inceput sa straluceasca si gandurile au luat'o razna.<br />
Mi s'au oprit mainile din scris a inceput ecoul inimii, imi vibreaza corpul. <br />
Amintiri curate murdarite de cerneala din stilou atunci cand ploua afara. <br />
Si a inceput sa colectioneze microbi din iubirea lor.<br />
A mers mai departe a urlat la ea si se uita in oglinda era plina de ura.<br />
Acum incerc sa'i spun nu mai poate fi cusuta m'a fulgerat direct acolo unde durea.<br />
Ma doare ingrozitor lumina tare care nu e soare eraa altceva.<img align="top" alt="...." border="0" src="http://www.jurnale.ro/img_1/poze_notite_21914.jpg" /><br />
Se simte respiratia lui si atingerea lui pe trupul ei , e asa inocent.<br />
Parca am uitat sa visez , sa sper ca inot in propria mea viata. <br />
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Cu toate astea eu m'as ierta.</span><br />
<img align="bottom" alt="" border="0" src="http://www.jurnale.ro/img_1/poze_notite_21915.jpg" />☠http://www.blogger.com/profile/13739608830377088577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734653233493958906.post-39917053841490528392011-04-19T05:18:00.000-07:002011-04-19T05:18:02.298-07:00Urme <span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva; font-size: large;">Am mai rupt inca o foaie din viata mea mizerabila . <br />
Iar acum </span><span class="messageBody"><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva; font-size: large;">Imi vine sa iau un cutit sa scriu in trunchiul trupului ei"A fost odata".<br />
Si </span><span class="messageBody"><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva; font-size: large;">Mi'am pierdut echilibrul in aceasta lume si ma doare ingrozitor zambetul timpului care trece prin mine .....<br />
Mi'am spus mie ca o sa fie bine dar m'am mintit iar acum nu imi vine decat sa plang.<br />
Am incercat sa ma iert ca te'am pierdut am incercat sa rup distanta am incercat sa privesc in trecut ...am imbatranit.<br />
Se aude vantul se aude tipatul lunii de acolo de sus dar de fapt nu ea tipa ci fata .<br />
Femeia diavolului baga venin in tine te otraveste privind la ea dar noaptea e chip de fetitza cu lacrimi de ceara suspina .</span></span></span><br />
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