<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217</id><updated>2012-01-02T16:54:27.534+02:00</updated><category term='CREDINTA'/><category term='EL'/><category term='LUME'/><category term='ZAMBETE'/><category term='IUBIRE'/><category term='CULTURA'/><category term='GANDURI'/><category term='VISE'/><category term='PLOAIE'/><category term='TRECUT'/><category term='SPERANTE'/><category term='JURNAL'/><category term='VICIU'/><category term='AMINTIRE'/><category term='EA'/><category term='DOR'/><category term='AMINTIRI'/><category term='IDENTITATE'/><category term='MAI'/><category term='TIMP'/><title type='text'>Povestea Nimănui</title><subtitle type='html'>Orice sfarsit e un nou inceput.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-1192667803240355615</id><published>2011-12-26T14:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T15:37:22.161+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fals</title><content type='html'>Anii care trec din ce in ce mai repede nu fac decat sa demonstreze cat de putin ne cunoastem. Increderea in ceilalti si sinceritatea contureaza falsa impresie de confort psihic si putere. Tocmai de aceea atunci cand reusesti sa iti deschizi sufletul catre cineva constati cu stupoare ca nu mai ai intimitatea, ca nu mai ai secrete, nu mai poti fi tu. Incep sa apara, de unde nu te astepti, sfaturi, compasiune, mila si supozitii si incepi sa te intrebi daca ai gresit cumva povestea sau daca ai incurcat personajele. Nu poti nici sa pleci, nici sa te ascunzi si nici sa negi, dar poti tine capul sus cu demnitate. &lt;br /&gt;E ciudat atunci cand mergi pe strada si te intalnesti cu oameni noi, cu fete necunoscute si te simti gol la o simpla intersectare a privirilor. Poate e doar o impresie, dar atunci cand tot ce era al tau e al tuturor ramai cu traume. Dar asta o stii doar tu si incerci sa-ti aduni puterile ca sa fii tare, ca sa stergi zambete pline de ironie, ca sa reusesti. &lt;br /&gt;Fiecare dezamagire ar trebui sa intareasca, iar pe viitor cu siguranta sufletul nu se va mai spovedi atat de usor persoanelor in care vezi linistea.&lt;br /&gt;Concluzia mea: in afara de tine, nimeni nu-ti vrea binele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-1192667803240355615?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/1192667803240355615/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=1192667803240355615' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1192667803240355615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1192667803240355615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2011/12/fals.html' title='Fals'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-6305404035370798552</id><published>2011-07-16T19:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T19:23:11.660+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IUBIRE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLOAIE'/><title type='text'>Descântec de ploaie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Iubesc ploile, iubesc cu patimă ploile,&lt;br /&gt;Înnebunitele ploi şi ploile calme,&lt;br /&gt;Ploile feciorelnice şi ploile – dezlănţuite femei,&lt;br /&gt;Ploile proaspete şi plictisitoarele ploi fără sfârşit,&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc ploile, iubesc cu patimă ploile,&lt;br /&gt;Îmi place să mă tăvălesc prin iarba lor albă, înaltă,&lt;br /&gt;Îmi place să le rup firele şi să mă plimb cu ele în dinţi,&lt;br /&gt;Să amuţească, privindu-mă astfel, bărbaţii.&lt;br /&gt;Ştiu că-i urât să spui “Sunt cea mai frumoasă femeie”,&lt;br /&gt;E urât şi poate nici nu e adevărat,&lt;br /&gt;Dar lasă-mă atunci când plouă,&lt;br /&gt;Numai atunci când plouă,&lt;br /&gt;Să rostesc magica formulă “Sunt cea mai frumoasă femeie”.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt cea mai frumoasă femeie pentru că plouă&lt;br /&gt;Şi-mi stă bine cu franjurii ploii în păr,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt cea mai frumoasă femeie pentru că-i vânt&lt;br /&gt;Şi rochia se zbate disperată să-mi ascundă genunchii,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt cea mai frumoasă femeie pentru că tu&lt;br /&gt;Eşti departe plecat şi eu te aştept,&lt;br /&gt;Şi tu ştii că te-aştept,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt cea mai frumoasă femeie şi ştiu să aştept,&lt;br /&gt;Şi totuşi aştept.&lt;br /&gt;E-n aer miros de dragoste viu,&lt;br /&gt;Şi toţi trecătorii adulmecă ploaia să-i simtă mirosul,&lt;br /&gt;Pe-o asemenea ploaie poţi să te îndrăgosteşti fulgerător,&lt;br /&gt;Toţi trecătorii sunt îndrăgostiţi,&lt;br /&gt;Şi eu te aştept.&lt;br /&gt;Doar tu ştii –&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc ploile,&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc cu patimă ploile,&lt;br /&gt;Înnebunitele ploi şi ploile calme,&lt;br /&gt;Ploile feciorelnice şi ploile – dezlănţuite femei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Descantec de ploaie- Ana Blandiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ploaie'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-1933037639365923279</id><published>2011-04-13T18:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T18:57:35.147+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alearga si o sa te gasesti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Inainte zorii zilei o prindeau in bratele tale, acumm seara o gaseste singura, trista. In fiecare zi aceeasi rutina: ajunge acasa, se dezbraca in timp ce asculta stirile, se baga sub dus uitand uneori ca trebuie sa mai si iasa, apoi isi face un ceai si priveste pana tarziu dincolo de randurile unei carti. &lt;br /&gt;Ma uit la ea si nu o mai recunosc. Ea care mereu radea, ea care tot timpul avea ochii sclipind de fericire e acum goala pe dinauntru. Cand nu mai ai puterea sa reconstruiesti ceea ce s-a destramat te simti al nimanui. Timp de cativa ani iti iei ca reper o persoana si incerci sa iti ghidezi mai toate activitatile in functie de ea, dar atunci cand realizezi ca nu mai e iti pierzi destul de repede orientarea si ti se surpa viitorul. Dar sa revenim asupra ei. Pentru ce s-a inchis in casa si pentru ce refuza orice contact cu realitatea? Refuza mai toate invitatiile care i se fac, isi restrange orizontul asteptarilor si totul se invarte in jurul intrebarii: cu ce am gresit? Prinvind-o din afara observ ca uneori face lucruri care i-ar putea atrage lui atentia sau lucruri care sa o tina cat mai mult in preajma lui. Cu riscul de a deveni penibila sau de a se pierde pe ea, se transforma intr-o persoana care nu are nicio legatura cu ea. MI-e frica de momentul in care se va trezi si isi va da seama cat de mult timp a pierdut facand lucruri inutile.&lt;br /&gt;Intelege draga mea prietena ca plecarea lui din viata ta trebuie sa insemne un imbold spre ati depasi conditia. Nu o sa-l gasesti in toate melodiile triste difuzate la radio si nici in locurile iubite de voi candva. Nu o sa zambesti daca pastrezi mesaje de la el in telefon si nici daca inca mai tii pe raft poza cu voi doi. &lt;br /&gt;Esti tanara, esti frumoasa, esti plina de viata si emani bunatate. Ar trebui sa iti valorifici toate aceste calitati alaturi de altii ce vor sa vina in viata ta. &lt;br /&gt;Uite afara a inceput sa ploua. Daca as fi in locul tau mi-as lua umbrela si m-as plimba. Ai sa simti libertatea. Ai sa te simti copil din nou. Indiferent de ce s-ar intampla tu ramai la fel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-1933037639365923279?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/1933037639365923279/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=1933037639365923279' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1933037639365923279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1933037639365923279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2011/04/alearga-si-o-sa-te-gasesti.html' title='Alearga si o sa te gasesti'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-1592997893741133300</id><published>2011-04-11T13:06:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:45:24.977+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Concept gresit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Am intalnit recent conceptul de "relatie din plictiseala" si ma tot straduiesc sa-l inteleg si nu reusesc. Mi s-a explicat ca sunt relatii lipsite de importanta din care nu poate iesi altceva decat amuzament. Relatii lipsite de contur si culoare, un amestec perfect de nepotriviri care la contactul cu cei din jur devin vizibil deranjante. Persoane care merg pe drumuri paralele isi dau totusi mana pana ce vor intalni din nou persoane care merg in aceeasi directie. Pentru ce toata aceasta pierdere de timp? &lt;br /&gt;Imi pare nespus de rau ca nu va puteti privi prin ochii mei sa observati cat de diferiti (sau mai bine zis penibili) sunteti. Nu aveti lucruri in comun, e prea putina comunicare intre voi doi si acceptati lucruri pe care in alte circumstante le-ati fi refuzat sigur. Ce va uneste? Disponibilitatea? Prea mult timp liber? Plictiseala? Diversitatea? Sau anumite nevoi? Intreb.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ce ai renunta fara remuscari la o relatie cu ceva vechime in spate pentru o ocazie oferita pe tava? Ai sa spui pentru uitare, iar eu am sa-ti spun ca vei avea destul timp sa regreti miscarile gresite. Intalnesc tot mai des mediocrii care se lasa ademeniti de vorbe dulci, promisiuni stupide sau confort psihic temporal. O sa ajungeti la un moment dat sa duceti aceste relatii sa ocupe un loc important pentru voi, dar uitati ca nu va potriviti deloc. Sa nu va mai mire faptul ca v-ati despartit cand considerati ca va era mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Lasati prostiile si iubiti pe cine trebuie. Nu mai incercati sa uitati fragmente de trecut cu ajutorul unor persoane. Lipsa sinceritatii de la inceputul unei relatii nu va duce la nimic bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-1592997893741133300?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/1592997893741133300/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=1592997893741133300' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1592997893741133300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1592997893741133300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2011/04/concept-gresit.html' title='Concept gresit'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-8409762008369300458</id><published>2011-03-26T22:38:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T23:50:47.778+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumea scorpiilor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Noi, femeile, suntem toate niste scorpii cu chip angelic. Clipim des cu acel aer nevinovat care pe voi, barbatii, va impresioneaza, iar pe noi ne ajuta sa obtinem ceea ce ne dorim. Simulam mai tot timpul dureri diverse si infinite pentru a va capta atentia si pentru a vedea cat de afectati sunteti de ceea ce patim. Avem tot felum de pofte la tot felul de ore pe care voi incercati pe cat posibil sa ni le satisfaceti. Uneori ne contrazicem in discutii pentru simpla satisfactie de a nu va da dreptate. Petrecem ore intregi in baie, fapt care va face sa va creati tot felul de scenarii in legatura cu ce am putea face. Avem o rabdare nemarginita cand vine vorba de cumparaturi, dar nu putem spune acelasi lucru si despre voi. Mirosind cat mai dulce, cu parul lucind in lumina si cu unghiile frumos colorate ne iese intotdeauna minciuna: "nu stiu sa gatesc". De ce facem asta? Pentru ca ne face o reala placere sa va privim cum truditi pentru noi si pentru a va arata ca si voi puteti. Curatenia facuta de noi va aduce o serie de atentionari care va fac sa va luati campii: stinge becul, trage apa, spala chiuveta, du gunoiul, aseaza patul, spala farfuria, strange hainele,pune capacul la pasta de dinti, etc. &lt;br /&gt;Ne incadram intr-o aparenta sesibilitate pentru a ne proteja de eventualele suparari pricinuite de voi. In fond suntem mult mai puternice si cu o obiectibitate inteleasa doar de noi reusim sa luam decizii bune. Va santajam emotional pe cat de mult putem pentru ca suntem constiente de aceasta arma. Suntem cu mult deasupra prostiilor facute de voi si intotdeauna iesim cu eleganta din situatiile neplacute. Nu tipam si nu urlam, ci din cateva cuvinte stim sigur ca v-am inchis gura. Suferim uneori dupa cine nu merita, uitand insa ca mai sunt si altii care asteapta sa ne ofere sperante. Avem o aversiune innascuta pentru toate fostele voastre "iubite" si tocmai de aceea nu vorbiti despre ele in prezenta noastra. Va suspectam toate amicele si va agresam cu intrebari. Ne suparam din vina noastra si asteptam ca tot voi sa ne impacati. Tinem o evidenta stricta a datelor pe care voi de regula le uitati si de aici iata cearta. Noi vrem sa vizionam un film, voi un meci si uite asa iar alta cearta. &lt;br /&gt;Priviti-ne in ochi si dincolo de frumusete, rautate sau bunatate o sa descoperiti un univers pe care ati fi tentati toti sa-l cercetati, dar pacat ca sunt asa putini cei care il inteleg.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca sunt doua lumi atat de diferite (lumea porcina si lumea scorpiilor), impreuna fac lucruri minunate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-8409762008369300458?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/8409762008369300458/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=8409762008369300458' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/8409762008369300458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/8409762008369300458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2011/03/lumea-scorpiilor.html' title='Lumea scorpiilor'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-304970277114495050</id><published>2011-03-19T23:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:38:03.682+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai putea daca ai vrea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poate ca daca ar ploua afara te-ai gandi macar putin la mine pentru ca, daca iti aduci aminte, ti-am spus candva ca-mi place sa ma plimb prin ploaie. Parca te si vad cum din zilnica ta sobrietate  te indrepti usor spre zambetul ala visator care iti tradeaza melancolia. Incerci sa iti creezi imagini perfecte in care noi doi am forma cel mai fericit cuplu, dar cazi. Nu faci nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Desigur ca nu ai uitat ziua in care, cu o precizie de inginer mi-ai analizat fiecare linie a mainilor, fiecare unghie, incheieturile si venele. Ti-am luat fata in palme si ti-am zambit, dar m-am oprit pentru ca mi-am dat seama ca starnesc in tine dorinte. Am dansat atat de apropiati, atat de frumos, incat amandoi ne-am fi dorit poate sa nu se fi terminat inca melodia. Ti-am lasat fire de par pe tricou si mirosi numai a parfumul meu. Probabil ca oricare altul in locul tau m-ar fi sarutat, dar tu ai incercat pe cat ai putut sa iti inhibi aceasta dorinta. Apreciez.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca vrei sa ma vezi, stiu ca vrei sa ma auzi, dar am si eu principiile mele. Ma stii doar. &lt;br /&gt;Esti printre putinele persoane care pot fi in stare sa-mi readuca bucuria inapoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-304970277114495050?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/304970277114495050/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=304970277114495050' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/304970277114495050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/304970277114495050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2011/03/ai-putea-daca-ai-vrea.html' title='Ai putea daca ai vrea'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-1598938079364602292</id><published>2011-02-09T11:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T22:49:43.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Neincredere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Intotdeauna am considerat ca cel mai mare dusman intr-o relatie este neincrederea in celalalt. Acest lucru distructiv si daunator linistii dintre doua persoane aduce o serie de fapte involuntare care duc la distantare.&lt;br /&gt;Mi s-a intamplat sa-mi pierd increderea in persoana iubita de nenumarate ori si nu mi-a fost bine. Incepi sa iti pui nenumarate semne de intrebare daca au mai existat si alte tradari sau minciuni de care tu din pacate nu ai aflat. Suspiciunea este la ordinea zilei, iar intimitatea celuilalt incepe sa nu mai existe. Scuzele obisnuite pentru o mica intarziere sau pentru indisponibilitate sunt doar inceputul unui vast scenariu in care partenerul este protagonistul. O intalnire cu amicii lui te fac sa crezi ca e o buna ocazie sa fie si o "ea" acolo, dar te consolezi repede dand muzica tare si nu iti mai bruiezi gandurile cu prostii.&lt;br /&gt;Neincrederea duce la risipirea sentimentelor care pana mai ieri erau incontestabile. Ce sa te faci cu samanta asta care te roade si nu te lasa sa gandesti obiectiv? E vorba aici de vina cuiva sau doar de paranoia altcuiva? Probabil ambele. &lt;br /&gt;Fa cumva si ajuta-ma sa am din nou incredere in tine! Simt ca ne indepartam. Ne-am pierdut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-1598938079364602292?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/1598938079364602292/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=1598938079364602292' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1598938079364602292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1598938079364602292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2011/02/neincredere.html' title='Neincredere'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-8454700625298472826</id><published>2011-02-01T22:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:47:45.162+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumea porcina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Voi barbatii sunteti toti niste porci frumos mirositori. Grohaiti cuvinte mincinoase, va sustineti pleoapele cu scobitori ca sa ramaneti cu privirile atintite fix pe noi (intotdeauna de la gat in jos) pana la urmatoarea fusta. Aveti un rat proeminent gratie lungului sir de minciuni acumulate ( iubito, in seara asta raman peste program - sex cu secretara; pisi, maine nu pot sa merg cu tine la ai tai..am sedinta- bere cu baietii; etc.). Sunteti niste fraieri cand raniti femeia iubita pentru capricii scurte si pasagere. Numiti asta detensionare sau diversitate? Eu i-as spune imaturitate. Aveti memoria unei furnici: mereu uitati datele de nastere, mai mereu veniti cu zambete largi, desi cu o zi inainte a fost furtuna in imparatie, niciodata nu stiti de cat timp sunteti impreuna si pe cat v-ati cunoscut (nesemnificativ). Sunteti niste porci pentru ca faceti mizerie, dezordine si debandada, dar oare cine strange tot timpul dupa voi? Femeia (lucruri cotidiene neapreciate). Sunteti niste falsi atunci cand luati initiativa unei cine romantice. E doar un bun prilej de ai arata iubitei ca asta va trebui sa faca ea in continuare. Va inselati daca credeti ca va puteti cumpara iertarea cu flori si cadouri. Nu toate femeile sunt de vanzare. Unele dintre noi chiar avem caracter. Sunteti inutili atunci cand dupa o zi superba petrecuta alaturi de voi, ne jigniti prin simple gesturi, priviri, cuvinte. Sunteti niste porci atunci cand va imbatati si veniti mirosind a bautura langa noi. Nu va suferim! Sunteti niste imaturi: vreti/ aveti bebelusi, dar prin cap va zboara numai fluturasi. Atentie! Va deschidem usa spre curte, dar aveti grija sa nu rupeti gardul pentru ca s-ar putea sa va lasam inutili. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-8454700625298472826?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/8454700625298472826/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=8454700625298472826' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/8454700625298472826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/8454700625298472826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2011/02/lumea-porcina.html' title='Lumea porcina.'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-7634031104484118528</id><published>2010-12-29T00:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T01:23:56.918+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reintalnire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Uitandu-ma la tine realizez ca a trecut timpul. Parca acum zambesti mai prudent, iar privirea iti e mult prea rece ca sa mai poata emana dragoste. Vorbele iti sunt taioase si calculate. Nu vrei sa pari nici prea distant, nici prea apropiat de fiinta din fata ta. Parul ti-e incaruntit, iar pielea a inceput sa-si piarda fermitatea de alta data. Tu care inainte radeai zgomotos si inveseleai pe oricine, acum esti tacut si ingandurat.Imi aduc aminte ca ultima data cand te-am vazut mi-ai cedat scaunul tau, dar acum pari sa nu observi ca stau in picioare in fata ta. Privesti departe peste dealurile astea ninse pe unde cu ani in urma ne plimbam noi tinandu-ne de mana. Ai realizat cine sunt abia cand mi-ai simtit parfumul. Te observ cum ai tresarit si cum amintirile de demult te chinuie inca. Poate am gresit ca am venit sa te vad.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa infatisarea casei tale imi dau seama ca nu esti nici bunic si nici tata. Au trecut anii peste tine ca si peste mine: fara rost. Pisica asta care-mi gadila piciorul cred ca e singura care te mai viziteaza inca, avere iti sunt cartile, iar sufletul tot ti-e in putinele fotografii pe care inca le pastrezi.Te privesc si ma simt vinovata. M-a curpins un val de emotie, dar incerc sa ma stapanesc. Nu vreau sa ma vezi tu.&lt;br /&gt;Ai tot dreptul sa ma urasti. Te inteleg daca nu vrei sa-mi vorbesti. Atat te-as ruga: sa nu ma intrebi "de ce?". M-a urmarit toata viata intrebarea asta.&lt;br /&gt;Dar uite pe deget port inca promisiuni!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-7634031104484118528?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/7634031104484118528/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=7634031104484118528' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7634031104484118528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7634031104484118528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/12/reintalnire.html' title='Reintalnire.'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-1472150514657176423</id><published>2010-10-23T17:51:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:28:26.627+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GANDURI'/><title type='text'>Fara zahar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Am inceput de ceva vreme sa scriu intr-un caiet (unii i-ar spune "jurnal") tot ce-mi produce fericiri. Singuratatea care ma inconjoara la tot pasul ma determina sa venerez putinele momente in care ma simt vie. Rad uneori cu pofta, dar ma intristez repede cand imi aduc aminte cu cate sacrificii imi uit apasarile, uneori ma simt linistita stiind ca undeva, cineva inca mai are increderea pe care altii si-au pierdut-o, iar alteori cand am parte de prea multa iubire sau rasfat simt ca plutesc si ma ciupesc mereu ca sa vad daca nu cumva visez. Si atunci ma intreb: chiar e nevoie de atatea impedimente ca sa pot pretui binele(care o fii el)? Si ma mai intreb: de ce ti se mai ivesc iubiri daca nu te poti bucura de ele cum ar trebui? Care-i solutia deci? Renuntare sau fericire partiala?&lt;br /&gt;Revenind la caietul meu. Pastrez in el: amintirea ultimei dati cand te-am vazut ( a fost demult), plimbari,planuri, promisiuni, imbratisari si nu in ultimul rand.... Caietul asta sunt sigura ca imi va aminti mereu cate ceva din putinele mele fericiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Astazi soarele mi-a gadilat pielea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-1472150514657176423?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/1472150514657176423/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=1472150514657176423' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1472150514657176423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1472150514657176423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/10/am-inceput-de-ceva-vreme-sa-scriu-intr.html' title='Fara zahar'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-6699315596729518398</id><published>2010-08-23T22:19:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:05:40.401+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In noi cresc fluturi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dimineata m-a gasit goala in camasa ta albastra, dar dimineata te-a gasit imbracat in saruturile mele. In casa e un miros dulce-amarui: miroase a iubire si a cafea. Tu ai facut-o? Mie nu-mi place cafeaua, dar tu o adori. O savurezi atent in timp ce imi analizezi miscarile: ies uda de la dus, imi scapa prosopul, imi aleg cu grija hainele si razi mereu ca nu ma pot decide ce bijuterii sa port. Uite, astazi am sa port inelul asta de la tine. Era aprilie..mai stii? M-ai intrebat sfios daca accept sa fiu sufletul tau pereche si m-ai lasat fara cuvinte. Din ziua aia am stiut ca am sa iti fiu alaturi mereu. Eu plec acum, tu ramai sa-mi simti lipsa. &lt;br /&gt;Seara ajung tarziu in noapte si stiu ca te gasesc dormind. Ma pun in pat langa tine si devenim soapte. Am in vene dor si respir dorinta. Ma simti? Hai iubeste-ma, atinge-ma, saruta-ma. &lt;br /&gt;Daca am locui impreuna, asa mi-as dori sa fie. Mai lasa-ma sa visez putin la viitoarea noastra fericire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-6699315596729518398?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/6699315596729518398/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=6699315596729518398' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6699315596729518398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6699315596729518398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-noi-cresc-fluturi.html' title='In noi cresc fluturi'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-554279339316492751</id><published>2010-08-03T21:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:41:38.817+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IUBIRE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IDENTITATE'/><title type='text'>Borcanul cu miere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M-am trezit intr-o dimineata langa un zambet. S-a facut curent in camera, iar el a inceput sa vorbeasca incet si cald. Mi-a spus ca lui nu ii place sa vada in jur ochi tristi si suflete apasate, dar se bucura ca macar acum ma poate ajuta. Mi-a dat un borcan cu fericire de care sa am grija pana ce am sa gasesc omul care va fi capabil sa ma faca sa tremur de emotie.&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate ca mi s-a parut ciudat am avut totusi grija de acel borcan cu speranta ca intr-o zi voi gasi ce caut de multa vreme. Si puteam sa continui asa ani buni, dar ai aparut tu si mi-ai colorat viata...aparent. Am stiut ca pentru tine am bagat degetele in miere, dar numai ca odata cu trecerea timpului, gustul tau dulce a devenit amar. Am stiut de cand te-am vazut ca vreau sa imbatranim impreuna, dar acum nu-mi doresc decat sa nu te fi cunoscut. Imi placea sa te strang in brate pentru ca aveam mereu impresia ca de maine vei pleca de langa mine. Adoram sa te sarut pentru ca asa credeam eu ca iti pot demonstra ca sunt plina de iubire. Imi placeau rarele tale surprize, modul tau de a ma impaca, tacerea ta, ochii tai, gura ta, mainile tale. Iubeam toate astea pentru ca stiam ca nu esti doar un vis, dar m-am inselat. Esti doar un vis urat din care incep sa ma trezesc! Falsele intentii si lipsa sentimentelor sunt deranjant de evidente. Asa ca te las cu bine dragul meu!&lt;br /&gt;Spiridus rau! De ce m-ai mintit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-554279339316492751?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/554279339316492751/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=554279339316492751' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/554279339316492751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/554279339316492751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/08/borcanul-cu-miere.html' title='Borcanul cu miere'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-4611118932503640701</id><published>2010-06-18T14:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:06:50.574+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Scantei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Niciodata, parca nu dorise mai mult o femeie. Iar ea, inaltata in bratele lui, ii zari scanteierea ochilor dilatati. Ii strangea cu furie trupul la pieptul lui. Si ea isi spunea: "Da! Am sa-i cedez! Da! Am sa-i cedez!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-4611118932503640701?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/4611118932503640701/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=4611118932503640701' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4611118932503640701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4611118932503640701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/06/scantei.html' title='Scantei'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-1365694190407174099</id><published>2010-06-10T00:05:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T17:53:55.068+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Portret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In seninatatea lucrurilor marunte am gasit intotdeauna un loc destul de important atribuit placerii de a devora. Captat de telul de ati atinge scopurile marete care crezi ca iti vor oferi un viitor sigur, ai uitat ca te joci cu suflete. Dar te iert. Te iertam toti pentru ca stim ca cinismul tau e doar o masca a neputintei tale de adaptare. E nefiresc sa stai legat de atatea goluri pe care le refuzi a fi parte din tine. Incapacitatea de a ati parasi visurile neimplinite a devenit un handicap care trebuie tinut departe de mascarada asta zilnica. Te incurci in vorbe si sentimente, dar totusi concluzia e una clara: cu putin efort si mai mult noroc totul are o finalitate.&lt;br /&gt;Fiind inconjurat de prea mult bine iti doresti sa te adapostesti sub aripa raului, dar te doboara repede si cazi. Atunci speri sa zambesti din nou, sa te simti viu, ai nevoie sa te simti vibrand de dorinta si esti gata oricand sa accepti iubirea in viata ta. Sau nu?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-ti trebuie cineva pentru ca te ai pe tine, nu ai nevoie de zambete pentru ca nu ai nici macar linistea necesara ca sa te bucuri de ele, nu ai nevoie de iubire pentru ca inca nu ti-ai impacat sufletul. &lt;br /&gt;Daca as putea sa te ajut as fi atat de fericita, dar intentiile mele sunt tardive si in zadar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-1365694190407174099?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/1365694190407174099/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=1365694190407174099' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1365694190407174099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1365694190407174099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/06/portret.html' title='Portret'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-203331806781297862</id><published>2010-06-08T11:07:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:13:51.190+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Linistea este inceputul fericirii.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sz1idnMQFOA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sz1idnMQFOA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lumea goneste nebuna spre zari necunoscute, iar eu raman singura. Luati-ma de mana si inconjurati-ma de caldura . O sa-mi amorteasca sufletul si o sa ma prefac fericita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-203331806781297862?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/203331806781297862/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=203331806781297862' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/203331806781297862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/203331806781297862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/06/linistea-este-inceputul-fericirii.html' title='Linistea este inceputul fericirii.'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-6820416244254171742</id><published>2010-05-28T22:52:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:35:52.662+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Greva in suflet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vine o zi cand trebuie sa recunosti ca ai gresit si asta inseamna ca cineva va incerca sa-si ascunda durerile si supararile intr-o privire inselatoare. Si acea privire e a mea. Imi stalucesc ochii de iubire, zici tu, dar mie imi sclipesc doar urmele unor lacrimi. Imi simt sufletul apasat de prea multe sentimente, crezi tu, dar e doar o parte din furiile mele necunoscute tie. Agitatia mea e semnul lipsei tale, vrei tu sa crezi, dar e defapt dorul de a auzi o voce care rasuceste mereu cutitul in rana.&lt;br /&gt;Mi se invarte capul cu prea multe intrebari carora am refuzat sa le caut raspunsuri pentru ca mi-e frica de ce as putea gasi in obiectivitatea mea. Stiu ca as putea afla linistea in orice moment, dar e prea greu sa ma ridic si sa prind aripi spre zambete.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ar placea sa te tin in brate si sa nu-mi mai dai drumul, mi-ar placea sa ma trezesc si sa te vad pe cealalta perna, mi-ar placea sa te pot privi si asta sa iti fie suficient ca sa stii cat te iubesc. Dar ce pacat ca visul meu tine de fiecare data atat de putin!&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand sunt rationala pot observa destul de simplu in ce mocirla sentimentala zac. Eu fac greseli fiind constienta de consecintele lor si totusi nu regret. O fi bine? O fi rau?&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de noi..oricare am fi noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-6820416244254171742?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/6820416244254171742/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=6820416244254171742' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6820416244254171742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6820416244254171742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/05/de-neinteles.html' title='Greva in suflet.'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-4261554599125056274</id><published>2010-05-01T19:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T19:55:33.507+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu m-ai..eu inca te..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/96UsW-gULuQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/96UsW-gULuQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunt atat de fericita, incat nici macar nu iti poti da seama cat sunt de trista.&lt;br /&gt;Cat de credula am putut fi! Am crezut ca ma iubesti, dar tu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-4261554599125056274?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/4261554599125056274/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=4261554599125056274' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4261554599125056274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4261554599125056274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/05/tu-m-aieu-inca-te.html' title='Tu m-ai..eu inca te..'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-7377007450932227279</id><published>2010-04-24T17:49:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:04:56.942+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLOAIE'/><title type='text'>Atunci sa ploua!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bZm8BYXp0Xg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bZm8BYXp0Xg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;El: Asculta melodia si imagineaza-ti o ploaia si daca vrei te rog descrie-mi-o.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Sa zicem ca ploua incet, iar eu cu o cana de ceai in mana privesc pierduta pe geam in departare. Imi aduc aminte de el, incep sa-mi curga lacrimile pe obraji si intr-un moment de impulsivitate imi iau umbrela si plec. Nu stiu unde, dar plec. Incepe sa ploua si mai tare, renunt la umbrela..ma uda toata ..incep sa alerg si ma simt eliberata. Poveste.&lt;br /&gt;El: Pot sa continui eu?&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Te rog.&lt;br /&gt;El: Dintr-o data obosesti si renunti. Te opresti plangand si esti trista, dar nu realizezi ca in timp ce plangi, ploaia se opreste. Te uiti in jur si vezi picaturi&lt;br /&gt;si totusi nu intelegi de ce nu te uzi. Ridici capul si vezi o umbrela deasupra ta, iar langa tine, undeva in spatele tau, un tip dragut cu o infatisare trista. Iti zambeste pentru fapta ce a facut-o, dar intristat ca plangi. Incet incet ploaia incepe sa se linsteasca, iar, cu toate ca esti trista, zambetul ti-ar aparea pe fata la fel ca soarele intr-o ploaie de vara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-7377007450932227279?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/7377007450932227279/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=7377007450932227279' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7377007450932227279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7377007450932227279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/04/atunci-sa-ploua.html' title='Atunci sa ploua!'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-7110451335116605428</id><published>2010-04-03T14:24:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:42:24.282+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paste Fericit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/S7cpSHc9TvI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3Np-4dg27IA/s1600/P1090766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/S7cpSHc9TvI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3Np-4dg27IA/s320/P1090766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455874864797535986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Va dorec sa aveti parte de zile insorite si sa va bucurati de compania si dragostea celor dragi! Macar in aceste zile incercati sa fiti mai buni si mai iertatori  Sufletele sa va fie pline de lumina si caldura si atentie la excese!&lt;br /&gt;Paste Fericit!&lt;br /&gt;Va pupa, Secretara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-7110451335116605428?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/7110451335116605428/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=7110451335116605428' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7110451335116605428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7110451335116605428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/04/paste-fericit.html' title='Paste Fericit!'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/S7cpSHc9TvI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3Np-4dg27IA/s72-c/P1090766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-2032498369569934127</id><published>2010-04-02T14:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T14:24:52.780+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Joaca de-a casatoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Se facea ca sunt barbat, tanar, dragut, cu umor si succes, valsand delicat sau zgomotos prin cearsafurile colegelor, prietenelor, vecinelor si cine s-o mai nimeri, cand brusc m-a lovit o pofta nebuna sa ma insor. M-am indragostit, mi-e draga, mi-e dor de ea in fiecare scurgere de timp cand nu mi-e alaturi, de aceea am decis ca trebuie sa ma casatoresc, pentru a fi langa ea mereu, pentru totdeauna. E ceva organic, un simtamant asemanator foamei de fericire. Sa ne trezim dimineata ochi in ochi, sa ma duc repede-repede sa ii pregatesc un mic dejun sanatos, sa o sarut cu drag, sa o las sa-si intretina frumusetea vreo ora buna la baie, timp in care eu sa ii cumpar flori din piata, apoi sa o duc la plimbare in parc, sa facem inconjurul parcului de cateva ori, sa oboseasca si sa ma duc dupa masina ca sa nu mearga atat de mult pe jos, sa ii las ca din senin doua bilete de avion catre o destinatie necunoascuta pe masuta de toaleta, sa mergem in visita la parintii ei, sa..Putin probabil. Nedocumentat, subiectiv, ironic, cred ca dorinta intrinseca a casatoriei este apanajul exclusiv al femeilor crescute in spiritul lui " Si au trait fericiti pana la adanci batraneti". Pentru exceptii sunt oricand dispusa sa primesc lectii."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-2032498369569934127?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/2032498369569934127/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=2032498369569934127' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/2032498369569934127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/2032498369569934127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/04/joaca-de-casatoria.html' title='Joaca de-a casatoria'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-6619213816522185809</id><published>2010-04-01T18:27:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:44:16.753+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversatii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P:ce mai faci? ai zimbit azi?&lt;br /&gt;S:Da am ras toata ziua, desi in interior am fost putin trista. &lt;br /&gt;P:De ce ai fost trista, daca nu sunt prea indiscret? &lt;br /&gt;S:Uneori ma sperie prea multa fericire si cand ma obisnuiesc in sfarsit, cineva ma intristeaza. &lt;br /&gt;P:Crezi ca in viata se poate iubi de mai multe ori? &lt;br /&gt;S:Da, dar nu cu aceeasi intensitate. Iubim diferit de fiecare data. &lt;br /&gt;P:Spuneai ca in viata se iubeste diferit,dar te intreb: marea iubirea poate aparea a doua oara? &lt;br /&gt;S:Imi plac intrebarile tale pentru ca imi dau de gandit.Nu am iubt de asa multe ori incat sa pot raspunde, dar cred totusi ca marea iubire apare doar o data si isi are locul ei. Mai iubesti si dupa aceea, dar o parte din sufletul tau va ramane acolo. &lt;br /&gt;P:Sunt de acord. Sunt amintiri care nu te lasa sa iubesti a doua oara...locuri, gesturi, cuvinte... &lt;br /&gt;S:Ai intalnit a doua mare iubire? &lt;br /&gt;P:Eram in prima cind mi s-a parut ca o intilnesc pe a doua. Nu am indraznit sa incerc. Acum, am ramas fara nici una.&lt;br /&gt;S:Ori nu au fost mari iubiri, ori nu ai stiut sa le pretuiesti. &lt;br /&gt;P:Stii, nu e suficient ce simti tu. trebuie ca si celalalt sa simta cu aceeasi intensitate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-6619213816522185809?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/6619213816522185809/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=6619213816522185809' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6619213816522185809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6619213816522185809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/04/conversatii.html' title='Conversatii'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-3918418959084418287</id><published>2010-03-31T23:41:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:53:02.084+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIMP'/><title type='text'>Somn usor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgSTyd_Ac2k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgSTyd_Ac2k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chiar daca sunt oarba, chiar daca sunt surda, chiar daca suntem diferiti, eu totusi merg inainte spre  adevarul dintre noi. Care va fi el vom afla impreuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-3918418959084418287?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/3918418959084418287/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=3918418959084418287' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/3918418959084418287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/3918418959084418287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/03/somn-usor.html' title='Somn usor.'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-7541931886886371931</id><published>2010-03-28T17:18:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T17:56:23.050+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IUBIRE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLOAIE'/><title type='text'>Imprudentele mele</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mi-ar fi greu sa fiu suparata astazi chiar daca am motive. Afara ploua inca de dimineata, iar asta imi da o stare de bine pentru ca demult nu mai m-am simtit atat de linistita. Am iesit sa ma plimb putin, dar singura (fara umbrela). M-a udat, dar nu prea mi-a pasat. Am simtit ca-mi plange sufletul, ca mi se curata trupul o data cu picaturile repezi de ploaie. M-am ghemuit pe marginea unei borduri si am inceput sa plang pentru ca pierd parti din mine fara ca macar sa ma fi luptat pentru ele. Renunt la tot ce m-ar putea face fericita pentru ca mi-au obosit ochii de atata tristete. Stiu ca gresesc si stiu ca am nevoie inca de dragoste, stiu ca iubesc si poate sunt iubita, dar daca nu reusesc sa ofer zambete, atunci la ce bun totul? &lt;br /&gt;Vorbeste-mi in soapta in seara asta, priveste-ma in ochi, mangaie-mi pielea si ia-ma in brate. Curand vor fi doar amintiri.&lt;br /&gt;Maine daca o sa adie vantul sa deschizi geamul. O sa simti ca ma gandesc la tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*La multi ani! Chiar daca esti departe stiu ca ma auzi. Astazi ploua exact ca atunci cand ai plecat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-7541931886886371931?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/7541931886886371931/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=7541931886886371931' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7541931886886371931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7541931886886371931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/03/imprudentele-mele.html' title='Imprudentele mele'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-356230973240922992</id><published>2010-03-19T20:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:47:35.503+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ea e iubita ta</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tBlXafohPXQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tBlXafohPXQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-356230973240922992?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/356230973240922992/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=356230973240922992' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/356230973240922992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/356230973240922992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/03/ea-e-iubita-ta.html' title='Ea e iubita ta'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-7032460423631339751</id><published>2010-03-14T12:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:58:52.855+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL'/><title type='text'>Repara pana nu se rupe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Se intampla deseori sa pierdem timp pretios cautand cele mai mici motive pentru o banala cearta. Si cum stai tu si analizezi iti aduci aminte de alte lucruri care te macina si uite asa se agraveaza treaba. Ajungi la reprosuri care pareau demult incheiate si rezolvate, constati ca vocea ta poate atinge cele mai inalte note, iar privirea ta adaposteste samanta de ura. Te mai recunosti? Iti faci numarul si pleci satisfacut ca ti-ai marcat bine teritoriul, iar dreptatea ta a triumfat si de data asta. Ce ai castigat? Cel mai ieftin si dureros trofeu: singuratatea. Bucura-te de ea acum!&lt;br /&gt;Am observat ca e foarte usor sa critici si sa arunci vina asupra celuilalt, dar in tine te-ai mai uitat? Poate ca intr-adevar ea greseste, dar nu te-ai intrebat care poate fi cauza greselilor ei? O femeie are nevoie de atentie, are nevoie sa stie ca se poate baza mereu pe tine, are nevoie de liniste si incredere. Gelozia ta dusa la extreme o s-o scarbeasca treptat in timp ce tu crezi ca-i oferi dovezi de iubire. Suntem oameni si oricat de mult am iubi tot avem nevoie de libertate si intimitate. Poate ca e intr-adevar greu sa intelegi capriciile si dorintele unei femei, dar nu cred ca e imposibil sa incerci sa-i rapesti zambete doar pentru tine. Ofera-i o floare si ai sa vezi cat de fericita va fi. Poate nu te va ierta, dar in mod sigur o vei induiosa si ii vei aduce aminte de vremurile bune.&lt;br /&gt;Fa-ti putina oridine in viata, restabileste-ti prioritatile, gandeste-te la viitor, pierde vremea cu folos macar si fa ceva constructiv, iar limbajul incearca sa-l faci mai putin colorat. Simte-te bine tu cu tine si fa ca in jurul tau sa se vada asta. Curand o sa poti recupera ce ai pierdut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Dedicat unui om care care a scapat fericirea printre degete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-7032460423631339751?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/7032460423631339751/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=7032460423631339751' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7032460423631339751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7032460423631339751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/03/se-intampla-deseori-sa-pierdem-timp_14.html' title='Repara pana nu se rupe!'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-8830875823464337718</id><published>2010-03-14T00:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T00:17:19.270+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IUBIRE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ZAMBETE'/><title type='text'>Dezamagiri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Degeaba stai atat de aproape de pielea mea pentru ca intre noi sunt oricum ape mult prea adanci ca sa le poti traversa. Pune-ti capul pe umarul meu ca sa iti mangai gandurile, da-mi mana ca sa imi vad poate viitorul, priveste-ma in ochi ca sa iti indulcesc intentiile. Fac asta in fiecare noapte cand te visez.&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt linistita cand sunt langa tine chiar daca dureaza asa putin, ma simt fericita cand cred ca ma iubesti, dar sunt doar senzatii trecatoare care imi furnica trupul si imi alunga rationalitatea. Cand ma trezesc la realitate vad langa mine barbatul insensibil la toate supararile mele, barbatul care ar face orice ca sa nu ii fie bine langa persoana iubita, barbatul care in orgoliul masculin uita ca maine pot pleca..chiar si cu regret in suflet.&lt;br /&gt;Imaginile perfecte carora adesea le ridicam statui sunt doar incrustari ale realitatii pe care refuzam sa o acceptam. Eu vad in tine un adevarat cavaler, un om care poate asculta si poate intelege, un om care isi intersecteaza principii cu ale mele, dar se pare ca vrei sa ma contrazici. Chiar daca trec anii, chiar daca trece timpul, asta nu inseamna ca respectul ar trebui sa se diminueze.&lt;br /&gt;Imi va fi greu sa ma pot redefini, dar prefer sa iubesc din umbra si sa stiu pentru ce-mi simt sufletul gol, decat sa cred ca ar trebui sa fiu fericita si sa ma simt trista. Am obosit sa alerg dupa iluzii.&lt;br /&gt;Toate supararile sunt vindecate de zambete. Maine poate fi mai rau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-8830875823464337718?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/8830875823464337718/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=8830875823464337718' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/8830875823464337718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/8830875823464337718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/03/dezamagiri.html' title='Dezamagiri'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-1221562265485520462</id><published>2010-02-13T20:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:23:51.087+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9CkKuA86Mis&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9CkKuA86Mis&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;J'ai besoin de te voir: quand je ne te vois plus, j'ai peur de toi; il ne faut pas que je te quitte des yeux. Je t'aime. Il faut que je pense que je t'aime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-1221562265485520462?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/1221562265485520462/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=1221562265485520462' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1221562265485520462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1221562265485520462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-819546529041108752</id><published>2010-02-12T18:45:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:21:25.702+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JURNAL'/><title type='text'>Timpul indeparteaza oameni.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In noptile cu luna plina ma prinde dimineata treaza. Si ma gandesc cum ar fi fost daca..si fac ipoteze si supozitii si ma gandesc la tine si la noi si constat ca ieri e prea departe ca sa se mai continue astazi. Visam mereu cu ochii deschisi pana m-am imbolnavit de atata visare. Mi s-a accentuat treptat sensibilitatea, iar irascibilitatea e la ordinea zilei. Pai cum indrazniti voi sa-mi sugerati ce e bine si ce nu e bine pentru mine? Eu trebuie sa ma conving singura de falsitatea lucrurilor de o reala importanta pentru mine, eu trebuie sa testez pe propria mea piele indiferenta ca sa imi iasa ceva din cap si cum de altfel tot eu trebuie sa plang in liniste ca sa am puterea sa zambesc printre picaturi. Mai imi spun unii sa las timpul sa treaca pentru ca ar vindeca rani si ar calma ape. De unde?! Le-am urmat sfatul si am pierdut batalia data cu mine. Intr-adevar poti uita in timp, poti depasi momente critice, dar cel mai trist este ca trecerea timpului indeparteaza oameni. Din orgoliu neintemeiat (orgoliul e pentru ca e) lasi sa se intample totul de la sine  si cand te astepti mai putin realizezi ca ai pierdut persoane pe care le vroiai alaturi. Imi scapa solutiile printre degete si totusi e asa greu sa recunosti ca duci dorul cuiva. In alta ordine de idei sunt gata sa infrunt inevitabilul. Stiu ca maine daca ne-am intalni pe strada ori ne-am evita pe cat posibil, ori ne-am trata cu o raceala desavarsita. Am sa ma arat mandra, dar cu un gol imens in nenorocirea asta de suflet. Astazi am trecut printr-o situatie asemanatoare. De ce? Visez eu prea mult desigur. &lt;br /&gt;Deci: iertati,treceti cu vederea ce se poate si aratati exact ce simtiti pentru ca s-ar putea sa vi se fure fericirile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-819546529041108752?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/819546529041108752/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=819546529041108752' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/819546529041108752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/819546529041108752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/02/timpul-indeparteaza-oameni.html' title='Timpul indeparteaza oameni.'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-6771561948849781045</id><published>2010-02-09T14:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:34:44.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sub greutatea albului</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dupa multe zile de stat in casa din cauza zapezii m-am hotarat sa ies sa fac o plimbare. Am mers pe toate stradutele din imprejurimi, m-am razboit cu frigul pana cand am ajuns in locul care ma linisteste de fiecare data atat de mult. Am inchis ochii si mi-am simtit sufletul usor, m-am simtit deconectata de zbuciumurile interioare. A durat putin fericirea mea pentru ca de undeva se auzeau rasete zgomotoase. Cand am intors privirea ce sa vezi?! Erai tu si..ea. Ti-ai schimbat brusc expresia fetei si ai incercat sa ma privesti in ochi neintelegand poate ce urma sa fac. N-am facut nimic. Ti-am intors spatele si am plecat grabita spre casa. Acolo ma asteapta pisica si cana cu ceai.&lt;br /&gt;Seara m-am trezit cu tine la usa. Erai nins, ud si trist. Inainte sa apuc sa te poftesc in casa mi-ai intins o cutie de lemn plina cu pietricele colorate.&lt;br /&gt;- Pastreaz-o tu. Am pus cate o pietricica de fiecare data cand te-am suparat sau cand am vrut sa-ti pot spune ceva frumos si n-am putut. Acum ca s-a umplut cutia mi-am dat seama ca ai dreptul sa fi cu adevarat fericita. Eu ti-am facut mai mult rau decat bine si cred ca nu mai putem continua asa. Iti multumesc pentru toata rabdarea si dragostea ta si sa stii ca in felul meu poate ca te-am iubit si eu.&lt;br /&gt;M-a sarutat pe frunte si a plecat fara ca eu sa mai spun ceva. Pleaca atunci printre fulgi si topeste-te odata cu ei! Eu simt nevoia sa renasc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-6771561948849781045?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/6771561948849781045/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=6771561948849781045' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6771561948849781045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6771561948849781045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/02/sub-greutatea-albului.html' title='Sub greutatea albului'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-4786058018788587545</id><published>2010-02-07T21:46:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:00:14.211+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ce iarna! Ce viscol! Ce frig! Ce vreme! Mi-am facut o cana mare de ceai si m-am pus in pat pentru ca vreau sa citesc in seara asta. Demult nu mi-am mai rezervat aceasta placere care imi incarca mereu sufletul de povesti si care ma face sa ma deconectez de toate gandurile mele.&lt;br /&gt;A fost o perioada destul de grea in ultima vreme: aceleasi certuri care fara sa vrei afecteaza, aceleasi persoane care pleaca in toiul petrecerii si revin in miezul noptii, aceleasi suparari infantile, aceleasi planuri nepuse in practica si desigur aceleasi dorinte pe jumatate implinite. Dar sa privim si partea plina a paharului: se putea si mai rau si intotdeauna e loc de mai bine. Poate ca si eu m-am schimbat putin: lucrurile care ma suparau inainte acum le privesc cu indiferenta si uneori sunt enervant de calma. Dar daca totusi cedez stii care imi e remediul si ce-mi aduce zambetul pe buze.&lt;br /&gt;De maine o sa-mi reiau activitatea pe blog pentru ca doar sunt in vacanta. Acum va las. Noapte buna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-4786058018788587545?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/4786058018788587545/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=4786058018788587545' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4786058018788587545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4786058018788587545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/02/ce-iarna-ce-viscol-ce-frig-ce-vreme-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-4073347626524717225</id><published>2010-01-27T19:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:16:45.253+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu inteleg</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCXMXP4evJM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCXMXP4evJM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Uneori o melodie exprima mai multe decat niste randuri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-4073347626524717225?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/4073347626524717225/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=4073347626524717225' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4073347626524717225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4073347626524717225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/01/nu-inteleg.html' title='Nu inteleg'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-6965298553661672140</id><published>2010-01-23T10:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:38:17.675+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dependenta de iubire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prost amant am fost, fara indoiala! Nu eram niciodata multumit de nimic, spuneam toate gandurile rele fara crutare si chiar imi placea uneori sa chinuiesc fara motiv. Vroiam lacrimi din senin atunci cand ma durea ca nu mai plansese demult. Si umilinte la tot pasul. Ma roseam cand, cu ea, intalneam pe cineva strain, pierdeam sau dam altora cadourile ei mici (marturisindu-i apoi cu regret), o vorbeam de rau sau, si mai grav, lasam sa se vorbeasca de rau, iar eu suradeam.&lt;br /&gt;Unul a facut-o intr-o zi "moaca" si eu am facut haz. De altfel, ca s-o chinuiesc, eram uneori brutal cum nu era in firea mea, cautam cuvinte grosolane care alunecau anevoie pe limba, radeam sarcastic la vreo afirmatie de-a ei, o priveam indelung cu dispret pentru faptura ei mica, ceea ce o facea sa se ingalbeneasca. Tot timpul, de la inceput, m-a chinuit dragostea ei aratata fatis, lacrimile ei si disperarile, framantarile care imi impiedicau munca.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi tot timpul de mai tarziu m-a durut ca nu plange destul, ca nu se mai arata complet nenorocita, ca nu se mai agata dureros de mine. Si acum ma tem ca lipsa mea sa n-o fi dezobisnuit-o de puterea mea asupra ei si sa nu se fi convins ca nu se mai poate continua asa, sa nu fi luat vreo hotarare si profitand de departare sa aiba curajul actiunii. Mintea mea nu se gandeste decat la razbunarea teribila de apoi, decat la vorba care ar putea fi definitiva. Ca un actor care se gandeste in fata oglinzii la toate posibilitatile de a interpreta o scena puternica, asa imi stramb gandul dupa o forma unica de pedeapsa. Nestiind daca rautatea mea va avea efectul dorit, imaginatia mi se zbate in van. Cu vaga intentie de a o face sa se reintoarca , imi schimonosesc figura ca sa-i arat cat sunt de nenorocit.&lt;br /&gt;Sau, aratandu-ma indiferent o va durea mai mult?! Dar sentimentul acesta este prea fin ca sa-l simta cineva cu taria cu care vreau. Si apoi, chinul meu are nevoie de o descarcare fizica. Indiferenta presupune un zambet patern fata de ea si fata de acela care o strange in fiecare noapte in brate si chiar o aprobare tacita. As fi in stare? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-6965298553661672140?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/6965298553661672140/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=6965298553661672140' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6965298553661672140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6965298553661672140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/01/dependenta-de-iubire.html' title='Dependenta de iubire'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-1815822819481739609</id><published>2010-01-22T22:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:55:01.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Afara ninge atat de frumos, iar eu sunt asa agitata. Oare ce ar mai putea sa imi aduca mie linistea? As avea nevoie doar de un singur zambet sau de o imbratisare sincera si as adormi visand la fericirea noastra tinandu-ne de mana.&lt;br /&gt;Tot melodiile mele imi tin companie. Stiu ca maine ma voi trezi tarziu si am sa rad de ce am scris acum.&lt;br /&gt;Concluzia: Nu e de la mine. E de la ei. Simplu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-1815822819481739609?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/1815822819481739609/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=1815822819481739609' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1815822819481739609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1815822819481739609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/01/simplu.html' title='Simplu'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-4718642374144913102</id><published>2010-01-20T23:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:50:10.990+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospectiva starii mele generale</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/casian06/69913b383ee4a4.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/casian06/69913b383ee4a4.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VH2 - Nu-mi mai pasa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noapte buna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-4718642374144913102?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/4718642374144913102/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=4718642374144913102' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4718642374144913102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4718642374144913102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/01/retrospectiva-starii-mele-generale.html' title='Retrospectiva starii mele generale'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-5499325021297463566</id><published>2010-01-19T23:26:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:50:20.647+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JURNAL'/><title type='text'>Metaforic vorbind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Credeam ca te afli in furtuna si ti-am intins un deget in speranta de a te salva de primejdii. Ce gest imprudent! De ce as avea intentii bune cu tine cand stiu ca imi vei lua ori mana, ori unghia?&lt;br /&gt;O sa te zgarii deci, ca sa iti aduci aminte ca e bine sa mai si pleci capul atunci cand cineva tace.Asta nu inseamna ca nu are nimic de zis, dar uneori e bine ca anumite ganduri sa ramana inghetate.&lt;br /&gt;Dar hai sa ne trezim! Afara ninge si la geam nu e nimeni sa priveasca jocul fulgilor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Secretara va ureaza noapte buna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-5499325021297463566?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/5499325021297463566/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=5499325021297463566' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/5499325021297463566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/5499325021297463566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/01/metaforic-vorbind.html' title='Metaforic vorbind'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-3261639313502666774</id><published>2010-01-18T11:29:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:47:48.331+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spuse el..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Baietii, chiar daca nu iubesc continua sa mearga alaturi de cineva pentru simplul motiv ca stiu ca undeva, oricand e un loc cald pana isi gasesc iubirea.&lt;br /&gt; Iar sentimentele si le manifesta in functie de stari:  are chef, se preface ca te iubeste; nu are chef, se comporta in asa fel incat iti da de inteles ca trebuie sa iti cauti pe altcineva."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Am apreciat sinceritatea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-3261639313502666774?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/3261639313502666774/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=3261639313502666774' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/3261639313502666774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/3261639313502666774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/01/spuse-el.html' title='Spuse el..'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-447705036260142348</id><published>2010-01-15T22:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:31:40.017+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa celor 1000 de oglinzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cu mult timp în urmă, într-un sătuc, se găsea un loc cunoscut drept “Casa celor 1000 de oglinzi”. Un căţeluş mititel, vesel din fire, aflînd de acest loc, s-a hotărît să-l viziteze. Cînd a ajuns, sărea fericit pe scări şi a intrat în casă. S-a uitat pe hol cu urechiusele ridicate şi dînd din coadă. Spre marea sa surpriză, s-a trezit privind la alţi 1000 de căţeluşi fericiţi, care dădeau din coadă ca şi el. A zîmbit, şi a primit înapoi 1000 de zîmbete, la fel de calde şi prietenoase. Cînd a plecat, s-a gîndit: “Este un loc minunat. Mă voi întoarce să-l vizitez!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În acelaşi sat, alt cîine, care nu era la fel de fericit ca primul, s-a hotărît şi el să viziteze casa. A urcat cu greu scările, cu coada între picioare, şi capul lăsat. Cînd a văzut 1000 de cîini neprietenoşi uitîndu-se la el, s-a speriat şi s-a zbîrlit pe spate, mîrîind. Cînd ceilati 1000 de cîini au început şi ei să mîrîie, a fugit speriat. O dată ieşit afară, s-a gîndit: “E un loc îngrozitor, nu mă mai întorc acolo niciodată”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;folclor japonez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-447705036260142348?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/447705036260142348/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=447705036260142348' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/447705036260142348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/447705036260142348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/01/casa-celor-1000-de-oglinzi.html' title='Casa celor 1000 de oglinzi'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-8471613110434307759</id><published>2010-01-10T13:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:19:53.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca o zi infecta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M-am trezit la 9:00. Afara iar sta sa ploua. O mare plictiseala si-n exterior, si-n interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-8471613110434307759?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/8471613110434307759/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=8471613110434307759' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/8471613110434307759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/8471613110434307759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/01/inca-o-zi-infecta.html' title='Inca o zi infecta'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-195615219050241641</id><published>2010-01-09T18:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:51:13.926+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPERANTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IDENTITATE'/><title type='text'>Obosita fiind</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVjEcIANv1o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVjEcIANv1o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reciprocitatea inseamna regasire, iar regasirea ofera mereu liniste si pace.&lt;br /&gt;Am poposit putin acolo unde stiu ca nu ma vei gasi vreodata pentru simplul motiv ca am obosit cautandu-te. O sa te privesc de aici cum vei obosi treptat, treptat si tu.&lt;br /&gt;Te astept langa mine sa depanam amintiri impreuna...sau poate nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-195615219050241641?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/195615219050241641/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=195615219050241641' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/195615219050241641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/195615219050241641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/01/obosita-fiind.html' title='Obosita fiind'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-4934205387324732180</id><published>2010-01-09T01:21:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T14:25:51.362+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JURNAL'/><title type='text'>Vampir de suflete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Daca in inima pulseaza sangele atunci in suflet ce pulseaza? Probabil dragostea.&lt;br /&gt;E atat de simplu si firesc sa primesti iubire incat uneori uiti ca mai trebuie sa si oferi, dar cum ai putea oferii ceva ce nu ai? Atunci te transformi intr-un vampir de suflete caruia nimic nu ii va sta in cale pentru a-si atinge scopurile. Vii tocmai atunci cand nimeni nu te doreste si pleci intotdeauna pe neasteptate lasand gol adanc in viata victimei tale care fara sa isi dea seama s-a indragostit de tine. Poate ca e si acesta un mod de viata, dar pana cand? Cat ai sa mai poti cutreiera lumea in incercarea de ati cicatriza tu ranile? In timp ce ale tale se vindeca, altele mai rau se adancesc. De cata dragoste mai ai nevoie pentru a te simti razbunat pentru urmele lasate de scurgerea timpului? Probabil o sa fie mult prea tarziu cand vei realiza faptul ca stralucirea comorii tale a palit, iar tu nu ai facut altceva decat sa pierzi timpul cautand. Si probabil va fi si mai greu sa obti iertare, sa te poti ierta, sa-ti gasesti linistea si sa te poti intoarce in trecut, dar numai ca atunci toti vor fi in viitor.&lt;br /&gt;E o adevarata arta sa fii arogant si sa-ti asumi victorii care nu sunt altceva decat esecuri. Poti sa umilesti, sa razi, sa jignesti, sa iei tot, dar nu iti va folosi la nimic pentru ca ultimul gram de demnitate ramas se va intoarce tot impotriva ta.&lt;br /&gt;Fluturii traiesc putin si mor, dar se nasc mereu alti ai alti fluturi. Lasati-i sa zboare catre sclipiri de fericire!&lt;br /&gt;Elibereaza-ti sufletul! Elibereaza-mi sufletu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pentru ca de ziua ta nu trebuie sa plangi.joi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-4934205387324732180?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/4934205387324732180/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=4934205387324732180' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4934205387324732180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4934205387324732180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/01/vampir-de-suflete.html' title='Vampir de suflete'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-6222086029983179527</id><published>2010-01-08T17:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:51:09.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Les mouches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Il faut que j'eclaire ton visage, car la nuit s'epaissit et je ne te vois bien. J'ai besoin de te voir: quand je ne te vois plus, j'ai peur de toi; il ne faut pas que je te quitte des yeux. Je t'aime. Il faut que je pense que je t'aime. Comme tu as l'air etrange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne peux plus te voir! Ces lampes n'eclairent pas. J'entends ta voix, mais elle me fait mal, elle me coup comme un couteau. Est-ce qu'il fera toujours aussi noir? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-6222086029983179527?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/6222086029983179527/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=6222086029983179527' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6222086029983179527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6222086029983179527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/01/les-mouches.html' title='Les mouches'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-1300698006870630879</id><published>2010-01-03T17:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:32:58.082+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Giurgiu in alb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/S0C4kyktJMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/15NQRdsZ33o/s1600-h/P1000097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/S0C4kyktJMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/15NQRdsZ33o/s320/P1000097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422536893544604866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/S0C4cS51etI/AAAAAAAAAeI/K-rojN6SGGk/s1600-h/P1020670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/S0C4cS51etI/AAAAAAAAAeI/K-rojN6SGGk/s320/P1020670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422536747604343506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/S0C4OF3Gm2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/PrJBl6th6Ps/s1600-h/P1000229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/S0C4OF3Gm2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/PrJBl6th6Ps/s320/P1000229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422536503585053538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-1300698006870630879?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/1300698006870630879/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=1300698006870630879' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1300698006870630879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1300698006870630879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/01/giurgiu-in-alb.html' title='Giurgiu in alb'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/S0C4kyktJMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/15NQRdsZ33o/s72-c/P1000097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-4094129937204552965</id><published>2010-01-03T00:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:16:52.369+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRECUT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIMP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMINTIRI'/><title type='text'>Azi era ziua noastra</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/cortexport/0345a92496ffd5.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/cortexport/0345a92496ffd5.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ducu Bertzi - M-am indragostit numai de ea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ninsese atunci. Ninsese mult.Ne-am lasat purtati pe toate stradutele, prin toti nametii, prin toti fulgii de zapada. Am infruntat frigul si ne-am incalzit cu intentii...doar cu intentii. M-ai strans in brate, m-ai tinut de mana si ai crezut ca e suficient. N-a fost!&lt;br /&gt;Cand am iesit pe usa, mama mi-a spus ceva si a avut dreptate. Urasc atunci cand mama are dreptate.&lt;br /&gt;Voi manca o bomboana raffaello in numele a tot ceea ce a fost pentru ca acum inchei un capitol si dau pagina. Eu sunt Secretara si traiesc numai in prezent. Fara exceptii! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-4094129937204552965?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/4094129937204552965/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=4094129937204552965' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4094129937204552965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4094129937204552965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/01/azi-era-ziua-noastra_03.html' title='Azi era ziua noastra'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-4043078988931070329</id><published>2010-01-02T21:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:52:37.532+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuplu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Unii te vad numai pe tine,&lt;br /&gt;Altii ma vad numai pe mine,&lt;br /&gt;Ne suprapunem atat de perfect&lt;br /&gt;Incat nimeni nu ne poate zari deodata&lt;br /&gt;Si nimeni nu indrazneste sa locuiasca pe muchia&lt;br /&gt;De unde putem fi vazuti amandoi.&lt;br /&gt;Tu vezi numai luna,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vad numai soarele,&lt;br /&gt;Tu duci dorul soarelui,&lt;br /&gt;Eu duc dorul lunii,&lt;br /&gt;Stam spate in spate,&lt;br /&gt;Oasele noastre s-au unit de mult,&lt;br /&gt;Sangele duce zvonuri&lt;br /&gt;De la o inima la alta.&lt;br /&gt;Cum esti?&lt;br /&gt;Daca ridic bratul&lt;br /&gt;Si-l intind mult inapoi,&lt;br /&gt;Iti descopar clavicula dulce&lt;br /&gt;Si, urcand, degetele iti ating&lt;br /&gt;Sfintele buze,&lt;br /&gt;Apoi brusc se-ntorc si-mi strivesc&lt;br /&gt;Pana la sange gura.&lt;br /&gt;Cum suntem?&lt;br /&gt;Avem patru brate sa ne aparam,&lt;br /&gt;Dar eu pot sa lovesc numai dusmanul din fata mea&lt;br /&gt;Si tu numai dusmanul din fata ta,&lt;br /&gt;Avem patru picioare sa alergam,&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu poti fugi numai in partea ta&lt;br /&gt;Si eu numai in cealalta parte.&lt;br /&gt;Orice pas este o lupta pe viata si pe moarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntem egali?&lt;br /&gt;Vom muri deodata sau unul va purta,&lt;br /&gt;Inca o vreme,&lt;br /&gt;Cadavrul celuilalt lipit de el&lt;br /&gt;Si molipsindu-l lent, prea lent, cu moarte?&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate nici nu va muri intreg&lt;br /&gt;Si va purta-n eternitate&lt;br /&gt;Povara dulce-a celuilalt,&lt;br /&gt;Atrofiata de vecie,&lt;br /&gt;Cat o cocoasa,&lt;br /&gt;Cat un neg...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, numai noi cunoastem dorul&lt;br /&gt;De-a ne putea privi in ochi&lt;br /&gt;Si-a intelege astfel totul,&lt;br /&gt;Dar stam spate in spate,&lt;br /&gt;Crescuti ca doua crengi&lt;br /&gt;Si daca unul dintre noi s-ar smulge,&lt;br /&gt;Jertfindu-se pentru o singura privire,&lt;br /&gt;Ar vedea numai spatele din care s-a smuls&lt;br /&gt;Insangerat, infrigurat,&lt;br /&gt;Al celuilalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Cuplu" de Ana Blandiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-4043078988931070329?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/4043078988931070329/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=4043078988931070329' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4043078988931070329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4043078988931070329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/01/cuplu.html' title='Cuplu'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-8339477601104453952</id><published>2010-01-01T16:14:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:57:21.269+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2009/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pot spune ca anul 2009 a fost unul destul de bun pentru mine din toate punctele de vedere. Deci:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Succese: bac luat, admitere la facultate, cateva dorinte implinite, diploma de fermier :)), cateva proiecte in derulare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esecuri: incredere acordata cui nu a trebuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peripetii: criza de panica din cauza unei lustre, o pisica in ciorba, un mic scandal pe centru, cateva prietenii stricate, probleme in centrul periferiei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanatate: o durere de cap, o durere de splina, uneori spatele..incep sa scartai..cred ca dau semne de batranete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragoste: /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\\\ gen :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bani: nu m-as putea plange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apogeul: am avut in sfarsit ceva ce-mi doream de 4 ani si ar mai fi ceva, dar ar fi mai bine sa tac. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelionul: nota 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am primit mesaje si nici nu am trimis. Ca atare nici aici nu o sa fac urari. Vreau doar sa le urez bloggeritelor spor la scris in 2010! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Iata cu ce isi omoara Secretara timpul:&lt;/span&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bpJs6mSRQU , http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8ITZxVU49Q. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-8339477601104453952?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/8339477601104453952/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=8339477601104453952' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/8339477601104453952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/8339477601104453952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2010/01/20092010.html' title='2009/2010'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-3362514545865953046</id><published>2009-12-30T19:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:25:08.887+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DOR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IUBIRE'/><title type='text'>Inca..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYP9hWSZ6q8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYP9hWSZ6q8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Te-as intelege din priviri. Acum mi se pare firesc. Ti-as contura zambetul..poate m-ai saruta, imi simti parfumul care stiu ca-ti place..poate te-as lua in brate, m-as lasa purtata pe ritmul muzicii.. poate te-ai juca in parul meu, mi-ai trimite trandafiri..poate ti-as imbraca dimineata camasa.&lt;br /&gt;-Dansam?&lt;br /&gt;-Urmatorul dans zici?&lt;br /&gt;-As putea sa am toate astea acum, dar asta ar insemna sa iau decizii si nu-mi place. Mi-e frica de ce ar putea urma. Pana atunci: sa cante muzica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-3362514545865953046?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/3362514545865953046/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=3362514545865953046' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/3362514545865953046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/3362514545865953046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/12/inca.html' title='Inca..'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-4495777601131604489</id><published>2009-12-30T12:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:18:06.948+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghicitoare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NIMENI SI CU NIMERICA au construit o casa. Intr-o zi Nimeni a iesit pe usa, iar Nimerica pe geam.&lt;br /&gt;Cine a ramas in casa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cu asta m-am amuzat eu aseara. ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-4495777601131604489?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/4495777601131604489/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=4495777601131604489' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4495777601131604489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4495777601131604489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/12/ghicitoare.html' title='Ghicitoare'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-6764872570829140522</id><published>2009-12-29T15:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:16:08.093+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un fel de provocare</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/knmkWHyM3nc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/knmkWHyM3nc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Am postat melodia asta din trei motive. Daca le ghiceste cineva ii ridic statuie aici. Oricum e putin probabil. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-6764872570829140522?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/6764872570829140522/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=6764872570829140522' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6764872570829140522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6764872570829140522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/12/un-fel-de-provocare.html' title='Un fel de provocare'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-1734726636303241280</id><published>2009-12-28T18:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:28:35.985+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru tine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Eu am incetat sa mai sper. Nu-si au locul reprosurile si gandurile; astea trebuiau spuse in alt context. In sufletul meu nu prea se gaseste nimic. Chiar nimic! Am incetat demult sa mai sper sau sa visez. Ceea ce traiesc nu se numeste fericire, nici tristete, doar impacare. Nu fac referire la noi doi. Pentru simplul motiv ca ne-am departat enorm si ne-am pierdut. A fost odata si s-a dus.Sper sa gasesti pe cineva cu care poti sa ajungi la niste concluzii. Eu nu pot sa trag concluzii nici macar pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ramas bun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandeste-te ca acum aceste randuri se intorc in acelasi stilou ruginit.&lt;br /&gt;Noapte buna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-1734726636303241280?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/1734726636303241280/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=1734726636303241280' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1734726636303241280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1734726636303241280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/12/pentru-tine.html' title='Pentru tine'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-7094189882091228281</id><published>2009-12-28T00:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:30:02.972+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Declaratie de dragoste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tu esti tacerea credintelor mele&lt;br /&gt;Pe care le risipesc si le adun din nou în mine,&lt;br /&gt;Cu fiecare cuvant ce te cheama&lt;br /&gt;Cu fiecare suras ce te-asteapta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti un ochi deschis&lt;br /&gt;Spre întunericul sufletului meu,&lt;br /&gt;Sub ploapa caruia se zbat&lt;br /&gt;Vonurile însangerate ale visurilor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti poate insasi dragostea mea&lt;br /&gt;Care crede numai în tine,&lt;br /&gt;Limpezindu-si apele&lt;br /&gt;În franturile surasului tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Îti port uneori pasii în priviri&lt;br /&gt;Si surasul în joc de petale,&lt;br /&gt;Îti darui zambete si-ti fur amintiri&lt;br /&gt;Ascunse în soapte domoale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt zîmbet si lacrimi pe-acelasi obraz&lt;br /&gt;Sunt ras si durere si vise,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt pusa pe sotii si-s plina de haz&lt;br /&gt;Si-s trista de genele-nchise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt basmul frumos dorit de un copil&lt;br /&gt;Sarutul furat la-ntamplare&lt;br /&gt;Sunt scrisul stangaci în nopti de april&lt;br /&gt;Sunt prima si ultima floare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt mainile tale duioase si reci&lt;br /&gt;Sunt noaptea ce n-o poti rosti&lt;br /&gt;Sunt visul purtat în gand de-amandoi&lt;br /&gt;Sunt miezul de noapte si norii de zi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt un zbor frant&lt;br /&gt;O melodie de aripi neterminata,&lt;br /&gt;Un pas descult pe o plaja fierbinte&lt;br /&gt;Un zambet pierdut în rasul tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt o scrisoare de dragoste&lt;br /&gt;Deschisa dar niciodata citita,&lt;br /&gt;O mana alunecand pe un pian&lt;br /&gt;Într-o simfonie a cuvintelor nerostite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt o fereastra deschisa&lt;br /&gt;Spre zborul viselor tale,&lt;br /&gt;Dar geamurile mi-au înghetat fara rost&lt;br /&gt;În ierni de asteptare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti dimineata alba care-si lipeste&lt;br /&gt;Trezirile reci si moi de geam,&lt;br /&gt;Tresarindu-mi tacut în perdele&lt;br /&gt;Stiind ca tu esti tot ce am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti soarele cu fruntea fierbinte&lt;br /&gt;Stinsa într-un apus de nedeslusit,&lt;br /&gt;Rostagolindu-si visator chemarile&lt;br /&gt;Spre alte chemari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti cu ochii umezi&lt;br /&gt;De surasul stelelor,&lt;br /&gt;Ce tremura adanc de dureros în mine&lt;br /&gt;Cand soaptele mele ti le daruiesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti noaptea cu iubiri necunoscute&lt;br /&gt;De nimeni înaintea mea,&lt;br /&gt;Care te stapanesc si pe care&lt;br /&gt;Încerc îngenunchiat sa o aleg în cuvinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti primavara cu inimi înflorite&lt;br /&gt;Rasfirand crengile de cais,&lt;br /&gt;În fiecare fereastra&lt;br /&gt;A ochilor mei înfrigurati care te asteapta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti rasuflarea de foc&lt;br /&gt;A macilor lui August,&lt;br /&gt;Ce-mi îngenuncheaza furtunile&lt;br /&gt;Cu tot atatea rasarituri pentru iubirea ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti ploaia copacilor&lt;br /&gt;În tremurul serii de toamna,&lt;br /&gt;Si cantecul meu&lt;br /&gt;Te leagana în brate mangaietoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti iarna cea pustie&lt;br /&gt;Ce ma frange în fiecare despartire,&lt;br /&gt;Cu ochi straini si plecari nedefinite&lt;br /&gt;Spre tarmuri stinse de dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti lumina din fiecare floare a gradinii mele&lt;br /&gt;Care se înfioara sub numele tau,&lt;br /&gt;Si-si înalta miresmele&lt;br /&gt;În sonoritatea alba a unei chemari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti taria ce se ridica în copacii mei&lt;br /&gt;Si le înfloreste crengile,&lt;br /&gt;În ciorchini grei de culoare&lt;br /&gt;Cu un zambet copilaresc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti cerul meu senin&lt;br /&gt;Spre care-mi întorc cu dragoste privirile,&lt;br /&gt;În fiecare noapte cand caut raspuns întrebarilor mele&lt;br /&gt;Dincolo de farama de luna oprita în geam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti pasul nehotarat&lt;br /&gt;Al strazilor mele înfrigurate,&lt;br /&gt;Din diminetile cand te asteptam&lt;br /&gt;Cu aripi înaltate în zbor si ochii înlacrimati de durere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc cum iubesc diminetile&lt;br /&gt;Pure si adevarate care-mi urca-n vine,&lt;br /&gt;Ca un cantec închis în trupul meu&lt;br /&gt;Ce se aude mereu de dorul tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc cum iubesc florile&lt;br /&gt;Ce-si înalta culoarea sub ochii,&lt;br /&gt;Unui albastru imens&lt;br /&gt;Si greu de stralucire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc cum iubesc cerul&lt;br /&gt;Sprijinit pe fruntile noastre,&lt;br /&gt;Ca un cantec urias de maine&lt;br /&gt;Ce ne uneste visurile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma întreb de-i cu putinta&lt;br /&gt;Ca tu sa ma iubesti&lt;br /&gt;O! Tu cea cu ochii verzulii&lt;br /&gt;Atat de limpezi si frumosi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Declaratie de dragoste de George Sovu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-7094189882091228281?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/7094189882091228281/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=7094189882091228281' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7094189882091228281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7094189882091228281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/12/declaratie-de-dragoste.html' title='Declaratie de dragoste'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-3228155065113336906</id><published>2009-12-24T19:23:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T20:20:40.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Urari</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dumnezeu trece si bate la usa fiecarei persoane pentru a-i oferi ceea ce are mai scump si mai pretios: Fiul Sau. Il primesc si eu cu sufletul deschis urandu-va CRACIUN FERICIT!&lt;br /&gt;Va doresc tuturor ca aceasta zi sa va umple sufletele de lumina, sa va ofere linistea dupa care ati alergat tot anul si sa simtiti toti caldura cu care va inconjoara cei dragi. Incercati, macar acum, sa fiti mai buni, mai calmi si mai impaciuitori cu voi si cei din jur. Iertati, uitati si incercati sa reparati toate supararile pe care le-ati pricinuit peste an.&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca Mos Craciun sa vina la fiecare cu sacul plin si sa va implineasca fiecare dorinta rapindu-ca astfel zambete.&lt;br /&gt;Deci: beti ponderat, mancati moderat, dormiti putin, petreceti mult si daruiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps1. Sper ca Mos Craciun sa-mi aduca ce i-am cerut: zapada :D.&lt;br /&gt;Ps2. Pace in suflet iti doresc! Sincer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Va pup! Secretara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-3228155065113336906?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/3228155065113336906/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=3228155065113336906' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/3228155065113336906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/3228155065113336906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/12/urari.html' title='Urari'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-977295904353924123</id><published>2009-12-24T12:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:46:32.047+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ma gandeam aseara ca totusi, cu nimeni nu mi-e usor sa fiu sincera decat cu tine. Spre tine gandurile si sufletul se indreapta natural, ca floarea-soarelui dupa soare, asteptand sa le luminezi. Cu tine sinceritatea nu e un efort; dimpotriva, reticentele necesare uneori intre un baiat si o fata imi par nefiresti si greu de pastrat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-977295904353924123?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/977295904353924123/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=977295904353924123' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/977295904353924123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/977295904353924123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/12/ma-gandeam-aseara-ca-totusi-cu-nimeni.html' title=''/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-4293416733578585679</id><published>2009-12-24T00:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:12:25.548+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu si tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S-au intamplat atat de multe week asta, atat de multe incat m-au facut din nou sa intru in acea stare de confuzie. Sunt confuza pentru ca nu mai stiu daca voi doi sunteti adevar sau minciuna si asta din cauza faptului ca tu apari cand eu zic gata si a faptului ca Tu iti dezvalui si celalta fata de care eu am fugit mereu. Nu vreau sa va compar pentru ca si "tu" si "Tu" sunteti la fel de speciali pentru mine. Oricum cert e ca acum prioritatile mele sunt altele si imi doresc sa gasesc ceea ce caut de foarte mult timp; si am gasit o parte din "comoara" in Tine.&lt;br /&gt;     As vrea sa-ti multumesc pentru faptul ca atunci cand am avut mai multa nevoie ca niciodata de cineva care sa ma asculte, Tu mi-ai fost aproape si m-ai consolat spunandu-mi ca nu sunt singura si ca se poate si mai rau.&lt;br /&gt;Mai exista inca persoane care stiu sa te faca sa te simti femeie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* randuri scrise cu ceva timp in urma, dar care s-au mulat perfect prezentului. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-4293416733578585679?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/4293416733578585679/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=4293416733578585679' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4293416733578585679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4293416733578585679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/12/tu-si-tu.html' title='Tu si tu'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-2521970463910363157</id><published>2009-12-22T20:50:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:57:21.741+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La ce buna iertarea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prin ochiuri de geam murdare, prin ceata si prin vant, prin ploi si prin troiene, pe drumuri brazdate de bucuria inimilor noastre revii mereu tu, tu care uneori pleci, alteori uiti sa mai vii. Ca de fiecare data te astept langa soba ascultand cum trosneste focul si sunt mereu pregatita sa te ascult cu cata seninatate iti povestesti drumetiile. Dar tac, zambesc, te privesc, iti mai torn in cana putin vin fiert care atat de mult iti place si incerc sa inteleg de ce te-am mai primit dupa atata amar de vreme in sanul caminului meu. Ciudat. Ai fost foarte surprins ca dupa plecarea ta nu s-a schimbat nimic: poza cu noi e tot pe noptiera, cana ta de cafea e tot pe masa langa a mea, in casa miroase a portocala exact ca in ziua in care ai plecat, iar hainele tale sunt tot in dulapul meu. Asa le-ai gasit mereu si asta pentru ca niciodata nu am fost suficient de puternica incat sa renunt si sa o iau de la capat. Mi-a fost greu sa-ti accept plecarea si cand in sfarsit ma resemnasem cineva mi-a batut din nou la usa.&lt;br /&gt;Iar tu, tu n-ai apreciat nimic din tot ce ai gasit si ce ti s-a oferit. Ai considerat mereu ca totul e un dar pe care in mod cert il meritai, dar pentru care n-ai facut nimic sa ramana intact. Apari mereu atunci cand ma astept mai putin, soptesti rusinat cateva cuvinte, iti ceri iertare, promiti sa te schimbi, sa ma faci fericita langa tine. Candva chiar te credeam. Cat de naiva puteam fi! Stiu deja: "imi cer scuze.am ajuns asa de tarziu ca toate florariile erau inchise". Nu vreau flori, ci promisiuni indeplinite. Dar tu zambesti si imi saruti mana fiindca stii ca ti-ai incheiat numarul si la noapte cineva te va tine in brate cu siguranta. Maine e alta zi. Pana atunci sa profitam deci.&lt;br /&gt;Plecarile tale mi-au golit sufletul, mi-au sters zambetul de copil,mi-au imputinat sentimentele si au stins incet, incet dorinta de a privi in aceeasi directie cu tine.O relatie se cladeste cu ajutorul si dorinta ambelor parti. Atata timp cat unul nu face nimic, iar celalat ofera tot ce considera mai bun din el, atunci legatura e sortita esecului. Unde esti tu acum? Nu aud! Aa iar ai plecat.&lt;br /&gt;Peste cateva luni cand s-a intors acasa a gasit obloanele trase, o pisica invatandu-si puii tainele lumii, iar pe o tablita era scris : De vanzare. S-a asezat pe prag tinandu-si capul in palme si a inceput sa planga.I se derulau amintiri, ea si rasul ei, mirosul pielii ei pe care il savura in fiecare noapte, dar prea tarziu. Ea a plecat fara sa-ti spuna, fara sa-i pese, fara sa se gandeasca la altcineva in afara de ea. Cine sa te mai ierte? Unde sa te mai intorci? Pleaca acum!&lt;br /&gt;La ce buna iertarea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-2521970463910363157?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/2521970463910363157/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=2521970463910363157' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/2521970463910363157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/2521970463910363157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/12/prin-ochiuri-de-geam-murdare-prin-ceata.html' title='La ce buna iertarea?'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-7453054623572235360</id><published>2009-12-21T23:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:10:22.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasager</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;De doua nopti incerc sa-mi fac ordine in ganduri si nu reusesc. Oricat le-as pune cap la cap, oricat de obiectiva as incerca sa fiu, sunt totusi intrebari care ma framanta. Intrebari care imi starnesc incertitudinea, intrebari ce sporesc neincrederea, intrebari care imi justifica nelinistea. Cine sa-mi raspunda? Cine sa ma linisteasca? Cine sa ma asculte? Alergati toti in directii atat de diferite incat nu mai am timp sa-mi pot deschide sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;Acum multa vreme am primit un buchet de trandafiri albi. Rusinat mi-a spus "Iarta-ma" si l-am iertat pentru ca cineva ajunsese sa ma cunoasca destul de bine. Am pastrat mult timp intr-un sertar acei trandafiri, atat de mult incat incepuse sa miroasa a amintiri, dar a venit o vreme cand altcineva mi-a patruns in suflet. Atunci am aruncat trandafirii fara nicio urma de regret sau dezamagire, parere de rau sau tristete. De ce nu pot face la fel si acum? De ce nu pot arunca tot ce ma framanta si nu ma lasa sa spun: "sunt in sfarsit fericita"? Poate pentru ca...&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea? Un fleac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-7453054623572235360?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/7453054623572235360/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=7453054623572235360' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7453054623572235360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7453054623572235360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/12/pasager.html' title='Pasager'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-7764727906764654330</id><published>2009-12-19T18:06:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:04:18.282+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O mica parte din Viena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/Sy4SvNMvCvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0TBLkFocJJo/s1600-h/P1020657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/Syz6RQaQiAI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zI4lTrHdUcw/s320/P1020466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416979626189686786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-7764727906764654330?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/7764727906764654330/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=7764727906764654330' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7764727906764654330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7764727906764654330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-mica-parte-din-viena.html' title='O mica parte din Viena'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/Sy4SvNMvCvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0TBLkFocJJo/s72-c/P1020657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-109562441342344991</id><published>2009-12-13T20:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:33:50.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un fel de replica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-a lungul timpului am invatat ca pentru a judeca un om ar trebui mai intai sa il cunosti dincolo de masca pe care o poarta toti zilnic in societate. Nu poti judeca un om dupa o greseala, dupa o fapta care nu corespunde principiilor tale. Suntem oameni si gresim. Sa gresesti e omeneste cred. Tu nu? Suntem oameni si asta ne diferentiaza atat de mult unii de ceilalti. Intr-o lume ce si-a uitat bunul mers au inceput sa se loveasca valori, principii, concepte, dar cu toate astea trebuie sa ne adaptam repede pentru a nu fi calcati in picioare. Nu poti tine pasul? Nu te poti adapta? Ridica-te si nu mai da cu pietre in cei din fata ta.&lt;br /&gt;De doua zile ma tot framanta cateva cuvinte. Sunt o persoana sincera, poate prea sincera uneori. Mi s-a mai intamplat sa omit anumite lucruri, dar asta nu inseamna ca mint sau ca mi-am pus masca. Unele lucruri e bine sa ramana nespuse. Intotdeauna mi-a placut sa fiu inconjurata de sentimente nobile, sa stiu ca cineva e mereu langa mine. Trebuie sa recunosc: nu-mi place singuratatea. Mi-e frica de singuratate si tocmai de aceea incerc mereu sa-mi urmez axa placerilor. Gresesc? Sunt egoista? Spune-mi! &lt;br /&gt;Am dreptul la un gram de fericire fara sa cauzez suparari cuiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-109562441342344991?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/109562441342344991/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=109562441342344991' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/109562441342344991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/109562441342344991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/12/un-fel-de-replica.html' title='Un fel de replica'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-3576262166397833650</id><published>2009-12-06T15:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:37:49.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Votati-ma!</title><content type='html'>http://designmylaptop.ro/inscrieri/2ba08cb43240a290702ae96f4773e117/#liked&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Daca vreti sa-mi faceti un cadou de sarbatori intrati si votati-ma.&lt;br /&gt; Multumesc anticipat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-3576262166397833650?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/3576262166397833650/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=3576262166397833650' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/3576262166397833650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/3576262166397833650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/12/votati-ma.html' title='Votati-ma!'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-6104067907423882507</id><published>2009-12-02T10:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:26:29.548+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Muzici</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9u_YY5MOzA4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9u_YY5MOzA4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodie numa' buna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-6104067907423882507?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/6104067907423882507/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=6104067907423882507' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6104067907423882507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6104067907423882507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/12/muzici.html' title='Muzici'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-6082926981725238161</id><published>2009-12-01T21:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:18:25.694+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru raspunsuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunt atat de multe intrebari fara raspuns, intrebari ce provoaca nelinisti si nesiguranta, intrebari ce separa deciziile, dar sunt totusi intrebari care ne tin in ringul de dans. Se intampla de multe ori ca lucrurile care domnesc pe fagasul normalului sa ni se para atat de absurde incat sa ridice mari dileme. Si toate astea se intampla atunci cand te saturi de prea mult bine.&lt;br /&gt;Eu totusi am raspunsuri la intrebari pe care nu mi le-am pus niciodata.Am totusi vorbe intelepte si ganduri pline de intentii bune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-6082926981725238161?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/6082926981725238161/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=6082926981725238161' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6082926981725238161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6082926981725238161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/12/pentru-raspunsuri.html' title='Pentru raspunsuri'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-7940690557879176537</id><published>2009-11-21T14:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:01:10.478+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Te-as intelege din priviri</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBQ1BV3U1vQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBQ1BV3U1vQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-7940690557879176537?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/7940690557879176537/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=7940690557879176537' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7940690557879176537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7940690557879176537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/11/tacerea-din-priviri.html' title='Te-as intelege din priviri'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-6116004141600898190</id><published>2009-11-20T19:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:59:41.530+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu, Ea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tu stai, ea pleaca; tu taci, ea canta; tu razi, ea plange; tu intinzi mana, ea iti intoarce spatele; tu faci victime, ea culege zambete. De ce va chinuiti atata timp cat nu sunteti doua acorduri fine de chitara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-6116004141600898190?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/6116004141600898190/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=6116004141600898190' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6116004141600898190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6116004141600898190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/11/tu-ea.html' title='Tu, Ea'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-2287306487872903821</id><published>2009-11-07T18:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:47:23.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Astept</title><content type='html'>Astept sa realizezi ca indiferenta nu face altceva decat sa creeze confuzii, dar asteptarea asta doare. Ma epuizeaza!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-2287306487872903821?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/2287306487872903821/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=2287306487872903821' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/2287306487872903821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/2287306487872903821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/11/astept.html' title='Astept'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-6853055254897160889</id><published>2009-10-30T22:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:00:46.965+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nud</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pe sanul drept erau doua anulite pe care i le-a sarutat de cum le-a descoperit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-6853055254897160889?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/6853055254897160889/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=6853055254897160889' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6853055254897160889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6853055254897160889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/10/nud.html' title='Nud'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-9052689133287461530</id><published>2009-10-23T22:04:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:32:42.762+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimineata ta trebuie sa fie roz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nu toate zilele sunt insorite, nu toate noptile sunt imbalsamate in iubire, nu toti ochii sclipesc de fericire, cum nu toate povestile iti aduc printii in palat. Dar cel mai important lucru atunci cand te ratacesti in ganduri umbrite este sa zambesti si sa speri, sa razi si sa ascunzi durerile care iti ranesc sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;Cam prin aceleasi stari am trecut si eu cateva zile, numai ca intr-o seara a reusit sa ma rapuna o melodie. Am incetat atunci sa zambesc, sa sper, sa visez, iar in coltul ochilor imi sclipeau doua perle. Am adormit foarte tarziu in noapte si am visat urat. Am visat ca m-ai lasat singura. S-a facut deja frig.&lt;br /&gt;Dar a urmat o dimineata roz. Am gasit pe oglinda de la baie multe, multe biletele care incercau sa ma incurajeze.&lt;br /&gt; "Buna dimineata! Aseara erai trista..&lt;br /&gt;  M-am gandit cum pot sa te ajut..n-am stiut insa..&lt;br /&gt;  Alina, iubeste o persoana nu pentru Cum este&lt;br /&gt;  ci pentru ceea ce este ea..&lt;br /&gt;  iar ea se va intoarce la tine&lt;br /&gt;  rabdare..rabdarea te va ajuta sa fii puternica..&lt;br /&gt;  iar puterea iti va oferi siguranta ca cineva ramane mereu langa tine!&lt;br /&gt;  Dragostea ta sa fie mereu sincera si responsabila..&lt;br /&gt;  lasa-ti inima sa se indrepte spre ceea ce te face mai buna&lt;br /&gt;  sau iti ofera intaietate si cinste.&lt;br /&gt;  restul sunt doar povesti.&lt;br /&gt;  Te pup!"&lt;br /&gt;Toate biletelele le am in portofel. Ma linisteste de fiecare data cand le recitesc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-9052689133287461530?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/9052689133287461530/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=9052689133287461530' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/9052689133287461530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/9052689133287461530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/10/dimineata-ta-trebuie-sa-fie-roz.html' title='Dimineata ta trebuie sa fie roz!'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-3579858070312963844</id><published>2009-10-18T12:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:06:32.653+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pauzaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Secretara este intr-o pauza tehnica din motive obiective. De indata ce vom dispune de net zilnic am sa imi reiau activitatile aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana atunci mai ascultati putina muzica buna:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A6-caApO11Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A6-caApO11Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-3579858070312963844?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/3579858070312963844/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=3579858070312963844' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/3579858070312963844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/3579858070312963844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/10/pauzaaa.html' title='Pauzaaa'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-4883226857483818121</id><published>2009-10-11T11:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:48:18.468+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IUBIRE'/><title type='text'>La lettre</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/24kwBwNNoLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/24kwBwNNoLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-4883226857483818121?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/4883226857483818121/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=4883226857483818121' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4883226857483818121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4883226857483818121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-lettre.html' title='La lettre'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-8585342045866913141</id><published>2009-10-10T17:58:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:39:47.166+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IUBIRE'/><title type='text'>Ne irosim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E foarte frig astazi. M-am trezit asa de diminineata, dar numai ca nu-mi vine sa cobor din pat. Dau drumul la televizor, dar nu gasesc nimic interesant. Mhh miroase a cafea! Cineva a facut cafea sau poate doar mi se pare,dar nu. In bucatarie esti tu. Te-am gasit la masa cu doua cani mari de cafea in fata. Ti-am zambit ca un copil si pe fata mea se citea bucuria, dar tu m-ai privit serios si ai intors spatele ca sa iti ascunzii ochii. Am alergat sa te iau in brate, dar am ramas inmarmurita. Intre noi erau continente, ape, lume, vant si ploi. Esti asa aproape de mine si totusi te simt asa departe..Mi-e frica de intamplare si mi-e frig si nu mai vreau sa stiu pana la sfarsit cine a iubit si cine a gresit. Am buzele inghetate de sarutul tau de aseara, iar auzul imi e invadat de sunetul vocii tale. E atat de multa lume intre noi incat am impresia ca traim pe planete diferite, sunt atat de multe cuvinte marunte care ne bruiaza incat am impresia ca cineva ne supravegheaza atent.Poti sa pleci de bunavoie sau ai sa pleci pentru ca asa e mai bine, dar umbra ta ramane aici. Prezenta ta e constanta, iar rasul tau o sa-mi invadeze mereu camera de lumina si bucurie.&lt;br /&gt;Acum ca am ramas singura stiu ca te voi visa in fiecare seara si stiu ca vei ramane mereu in gandul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Totul e incremetit in umbra. Poate iese soarele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-8585342045866913141?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/8585342045866913141/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=8585342045866913141' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/8585342045866913141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/8585342045866913141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/10/cu-tine-in-gand.html' title='Ne irosim'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-6738378567716258905</id><published>2009-10-03T21:00:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:56:22.314+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JURNAL'/><title type='text'>Intre noi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;x: te-ai gandit vreodata cum ar fi fost daca ai fi trait ca un baiat?&lt;br /&gt;X: fara sensibilitate, fara dureri prea mari...&lt;br /&gt;y: nu pt ca e o specie ale carei trasaturi sunt prea barbarea, prea lipsite de fond&lt;br /&gt;y: intelegi?&lt;br /&gt;x: spuse un om ranit de aceasta specie&lt;br /&gt;y: trece&lt;br /&gt;x: eu am intalnit si persoane sensibile de acest gen si cu priviri profunde, cu capacitate intelegere&lt;br /&gt;x: ce e drept, cam rar se intampla&lt;br /&gt;x: si uneori urmeaza si asteptari infrante&lt;br /&gt;y: rar? foarte rar&lt;br /&gt;x: traiesc intr-un mediu ciudat, alimentat de extravaganta si obsesii&lt;br /&gt;x: asta le strica viata&lt;br /&gt;y: nu..viata lor e stricata de aerul de superioritate pe care il detin si cu care cred ca pot domina, umili si captura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x: cu atat mai mult trebuie sa renunti tu&lt;br /&gt;x: cand vei incepe sa te iubesti pe tine vei reusi sa renunti la el&lt;br /&gt;x:  un om care te respect te iubeste total si continuu : si nu lasa loc frustrarilor&lt;br /&gt;y: ai perfecta dreptate&lt;br /&gt;x: tocmai pentru ca te respecta&lt;br /&gt;x: ce frumos si simplu ar fi totul asa, nu?&lt;br /&gt;y: da, dar nu traim intr-un film..stii tu ca viata bate filmul&lt;br /&gt;x: uneori asteparea este rasplatita&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.09.2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-6738378567716258905?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/6738378567716258905/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=6738378567716258905' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6738378567716258905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6738378567716258905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/10/intre-noi.html' title='Intre noi'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-1812056635472562574</id><published>2009-09-29T11:03:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:14:32.562+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo si Julieta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Ce este iubirea?&lt;br /&gt;-Iubirea..iubirea e ca legatura dintre Romeo si Julieta.&lt;br /&gt;-Dar de ce Julieta l-a ales tocmai pe Romeo?&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru ca asa a simtit.&lt;br /&gt;-Si ce a simtit?&lt;br /&gt;Ah l-a incoltit cu intrebarile. Sta putin pe ganduri si in cateva secunde trage cu putere draperia si tranteste de pereti ferestrele. Isi umple plamanii cu aer si zambeste.&lt;br /&gt;-Ai vazut vreodata un fluture?&lt;br /&gt;-Ieri cand eram cu mama in gradina mi s-a asezat in par un fluture galben. Da, un fluture galben.&lt;br /&gt;-Imagineaza-ti ca acel fluture galben cu aripile lui plapande si neodihnite s-ar afla aici, la tine in stomac. Ce simti?&lt;br /&gt;Inchide ochii si zambeste.&lt;br /&gt;-Ma gadila. E o senzatie placuta.&lt;br /&gt;-Asta a simtit si Julieta pentru Romeo. Iubirea e o bataie din aripi a unui fluture galben.&lt;br /&gt;-Dar dumneata ai simtit fluturi in stomac?&lt;br /&gt;-Multi fluturi pentru multe femei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-1812056635472562574?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/1812056635472562574/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=1812056635472562574' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1812056635472562574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1812056635472562574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/09/romeo-si-julieta.html' title='Romeo si Julieta'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-3922785550320071867</id><published>2009-09-26T16:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:08:20.921+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ma pun in pat si desi e aproape ora 4 eu inca mai sper sa adorm. Ma foiesc, intind mana pe perna cealalta si imi dau seama ca ai plecat. Uitasem.  Am deschis fereastra si dintr-o data am camera invadata de lumina lunii ca in noptile in care ma pierdeam in bratele tale. Uite pe noptiera am lasat acum o ora un pahar cu apa. Incep sa-l agit nervos, dar nu stiu daca din cauza insomniei sau din cauza lipsei tale. Stand in pat imi trec prin fata ochilor toate amintirile cu noi, dar nu mi-e dor. Si stii de ce? Pentru ca mi-e foarte, foarte dor de mine.&lt;br /&gt;5:00 Suna telefonul. Ma grabesc sa raspund crezand ca esti tu, dar nu.&lt;br /&gt;-Ce faci?&lt;br /&gt;-Dormeam. (mint)&lt;br /&gt;-Mhh. As dormi si eu...cu tine.&lt;br /&gt; Imi aude doar respiratia.&lt;br /&gt;-Ma mai iubesti?&lt;br /&gt; Tac.&lt;br /&gt;-Sau m-ai uitat?&lt;br /&gt;-As putea? Cum sa te uit? (iar mint)&lt;br /&gt;-Tu stii bine ca-mi placi chiar daca e greu de crezut. Te-am cam abandonat, dar promit sa ma revansez cat mai curand.&lt;br /&gt;-Tu..tu tintesti prea sus. Noapte buna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-3922785550320071867?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/3922785550320071867/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=3922785550320071867' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/3922785550320071867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/3922785550320071867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/09/insomnii.html' title='Insomnii'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-5072876296367853646</id><published>2009-09-21T11:25:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:36:06.247+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CULTURA'/><title type='text'>Trei lacrimi reci de calatoare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Si-ai sa ma uiti -&lt;br /&gt;Ca prea departe&lt;br /&gt;Si prea pentru mult timp pornesti!&lt;br /&gt;Si-am sa te uit -&lt;br /&gt;Ca si uitarea e scrisa-n legile-omenesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu ochii urmari-vei tarmul, topindu-se ca noru-n zare, &lt;br /&gt;Si ochii-ti lacrima-vor poate&lt;br /&gt;Trei lacrimi reci de calatoare;&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu pe tarm&lt;br /&gt;Mahnit privi-voi vaporu-n repedele-i mers, &lt;br /&gt;Si-ntelegand ca mi-esti pierduta, &lt;br /&gt;Te-oi plange-n ritmul unui vers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si versul meu&lt;br /&gt;L-o duce poate vreun cantaret pana la tine,&lt;br /&gt;Iar tu -&lt;br /&gt;Cantandu-l ca si dansul,&lt;br /&gt;Plangandu-l, poate, ca si mine -&lt;br /&gt;Te vei gandi la adorata in cinstea careia fu scris,&lt;br /&gt;Si-uitand ca m-ai uitat,&lt;br /&gt;Vei smulge din cadrul palidului vis&lt;br /&gt;Intunecatu-mi chip, &lt;br /&gt;Ca-n ziua cand te-afunda vaporu-n zare&lt;br /&gt;Si cand din ochi lasai sa-ti pice &lt;br /&gt;Trei lacrimi reci de calatoare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Trei lacrimi reci de calatoare - Ion Minulescu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-5072876296367853646?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/5072876296367853646/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=5072876296367853646' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/5072876296367853646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/5072876296367853646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/09/trei-lacrimi-reci-de-calatoare.html' title='Trei lacrimi reci de calatoare'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-5284045013571075239</id><published>2009-09-18T17:25:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:30:22.238+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Spune-mi dragul meu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Daca in fata ta,ar sta doua femei ,una te-ar iubi mai putin si a doua mai mult ,pe care ai alege-o ?&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui sa o alegi pe cea care te-ar iubi mai putin pentru ca cea de-a doua ti-ar cere probabil o dragoste cel putin egala cu a ei si daca crezi ca nu esti in stare sa te ridici la exigentele iubirii ei ,e bine sa renunti pentru ca nu vei fi fericit.&lt;br /&gt;Prima femeie te-ar iubi ponderat cu scene de gelozie de doua ori pe luna,ti-ar ierta greselile si ti-ar tolera ratacirile fara sa inteleaga prea bine de ce.&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce dragoste e aceea care nu transforma totul in aur si oamenii in supraoameni ?&lt;br /&gt;Alege deci...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-5284045013571075239?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/5284045013571075239/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=5284045013571075239' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/5284045013571075239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/5284045013571075239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/09/spune-mi-dragul-meu.html' title='Spune-mi dragul meu..'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-8473875777666567427</id><published>2009-09-15T11:06:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:30:21.307+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IUBIRE'/><title type='text'>Ramai cu bine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mi-e sufletul bolnav. E invadat de mii si mii de minciuni, e colorat cu sute de iubiri si tradari, e plin de ura si amintiri si geme de iubire. Atatea urme presarate de oameni imprudenti au lasat ca amintire doar tristete.Simt o durere aici in piept si daca as putea sa tip ca sa o alung, as tipa, dar nu pot. Sunt muta de uimire si m-am retras in cochilia mea, acolo unde nimeni nu imi poate distruge visele.&lt;br /&gt;Timpul schimba oamenii pe nesimtite. Acum sunt alta si imi pare rau ca am crezut in vorbe, cand trebuia sa vad fapte, imi pare rau ca am jucat rolul secundar intr-un film regizat de tineri studenti, cand as fi putut sa am rolul principal intr-un mare film: viata mea. Dar acum e prea tarziu pentru pareri de rau, reprosuri, ganduri si regrete.&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi sa stii ca te vad chiar si atunci cand nu esti, sa stii ca totusi simt inca bratele tale pe pielea mea chiar daca esti asa departe, sa stii ca te aud chiar si atunci cand taci, sa stii ca am luptat chiar daca n-ai vazut victorii si sa mai stii ca am plecat. Fii fericit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-8473875777666567427?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/8473875777666567427/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=8473875777666567427' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/8473875777666567427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/8473875777666567427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramai-cu-bine.html' title='Ramai cu bine'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-1738445746249783844</id><published>2009-09-12T14:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:20:32.508+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce esti tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tu te crezi frumoasa ca o parfumerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si inalta cat inaltimea privirii mele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu te crezi cea mai imbracata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dintre femeile imbracate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si cea mai goala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dintre femeile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abia nascute din focurile dragostei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu te crezi apa si focul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mierea si sarea si tarana din care-s plamadit eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cand lucrurile stau taman invers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din lutul sau din aurul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sau din pietrele pretioase ale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sistemului meu osos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o coasta a fost suficienta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ca materie prima pentru alcatuirea ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cu dalta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si atunci te intreb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce mirosi tu mai frumos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ca lumina mea din ochi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce esti tu mai sarata decat sarea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sufletului meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce ma inchin la tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ca la un zeu atotputernic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cand stiu ca te-as putea dobori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cu un singur bobarnac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce esti tu -Lucian Avramescu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-1738445746249783844?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/1738445746249783844/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=1738445746249783844' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1738445746249783844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1738445746249783844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/09/de-ce-esti-tu.html' title='De ce esti tu'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-1396178298366479972</id><published>2009-09-09T09:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:44:14.303+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CULTURA'/><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IF you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too;&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two impostors just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breathe a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-1396178298366479972?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/1396178298366479972/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=1396178298366479972' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1396178298366479972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1396178298366479972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/09/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-675623779299151210</id><published>2009-09-03T09:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:53:02.040+03:00</updated><title type='text'>19</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cea mai frumoasa urare am primit-o anul trecut de la o persoana draga mie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La multi ani fluturash!!!! sa fii happy si sa ai tot ce-ti doresti...&lt;br /&gt;Azi implinesti cea mai frumoasa varsta a vietii si o viata noua te asteapta inainte, o viata care iti doresc sa-ti fie plina de dragoste si fericire.&lt;br /&gt;Ai ajuns la majorat acum dar in inimile noastre vei ramane mereu aceeasi fetita zglobie si scumpa ca un fluturas. Sa fii iubita si sa fii fericita asa cum meriti.&lt;br /&gt;Cat de delicate sunt aripile fluturasilor si totusi cat de departe pot zbura, asa este si inimiora ta iubito, e sensibila si delicata dar dragostea ei te poate duce foarte, foarte sus, dar ai grija cui i-o daruiesti pentru ca poate fi ranita foarte usor.&lt;br /&gt;Gaseste-ti fluturasul pereche si vei fi ocrotita si fericita pentru tot restul vietii.&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-675623779299151210?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/675623779299151210/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=675623779299151210' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/675623779299151210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/675623779299151210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/09/multumesc.html' title='19'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-2618640015345627184</id><published>2009-09-01T11:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:38:17.256+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si daca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Si daca nu sunt eu e mereu alta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si daca nu esti tu va fi altul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si daca nu sunt ea si el suntem intotdeauna Noi si asta e tot ce conteaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-2618640015345627184?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/2618640015345627184/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=2618640015345627184' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/2618640015345627184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/2618640015345627184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/09/si-daca.html' title='Si daca'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-6298797824109241441</id><published>2009-08-20T11:57:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:07:20.720+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IUBIRE'/><title type='text'>Fly me to the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j7bfudsfZjw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j7bfudsfZjw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DANSAM? Hai intinde-mi mana si poarta-ma in bratele tale pe acorduri de iubire pana ce am sa iti simt respiratia calda in ceafa si inima ta intr-a mea. Simti? Mai sus si tot mai sus, spre galaxii de fericire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-6298797824109241441?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/6298797824109241441/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=6298797824109241441' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6298797824109241441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6298797824109241441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/08/fly-me-to-moon.html' title='Fly me to the moon'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-4170074154329034997</id><published>2009-08-17T18:29:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:39:25.204+03:00</updated><title type='text'>N-ai sa stii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunt obosita. Am inceput sa pierd noptile fara un scop anume, fara o destinatie anume...poate doar insomnii. N-am mai visat demult acele vise ce ma faceau sa ma trezesc dimineata cu zambetul pe buze. In schimb mi-am reluat o veche activitate care ma ajuta sa ma deconectez de cotidian: citesc.Citesc "Maidanul cu dragoste" de Zamfirescu, o carte buna.Poate o s-o citesti si tu vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma uitam zilele trecute peste niste poze. Uitasem de ele, uitasem de mine, uitasem ca am crescut.Au trecut asa repede anii, incat nici nu am simtit.Mi-as mai dori sa fiu si azi copil pentru simplul motiv de a avea aproape de mine toate persoanele care astazi nu mai sunt. Are si timpul calitatile si defectele lui. Timpul vindeca rani si tot timpul le adanceste, timpul fura zambete, timpul deseneaza linii pe fata, timpul e uitare, timpul ne aduce impreuna atunci cand nu ne mai gasim, timpul rugineste, timpul intinereste suflete. Am cunoscut persoane care o viata intreaga au fost  singure, dar cu trecerea timpului au simtit nevoia de a avea pe cineva aproape. Poate prea tarziu. Unele lucruri trebuie facute la timpul lor. Timpul face chiar sa dispara sentimente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ce daca trece timpul? Si ce daca pierdem? Si ce daca uneori uitam ca trebuie sa treaca timpul si peste viata noastra? Toate sunt randuite intr-o carte aurita sau prafuita(dupa caz) numita Destin. Cel mai trist e atunci cand ai constatat ca ti-ai pierdut timpul langa cine nu a trebuit si ti-ai scurs zambete, fericiri, vise de dragul imposibilului. Dar stiu ca intotdeauna va veni ceva si mai bun si mai bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar tu..tu niciodata n-ai sa stii ce lasi in urma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-4170074154329034997?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/4170074154329034997/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=4170074154329034997' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4170074154329034997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4170074154329034997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/08/n-ai-sa-stii.html' title='N-ai sa stii'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-6702375050163845357</id><published>2009-08-15T11:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:15:05.776+03:00</updated><title type='text'>PierdeVara</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XhMIY2rAg4o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XhMIY2rAg4o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cand am ascultat prima data melodia asta, gandul mi-a zburat la trei distinse persoane.Concluzia: la treaba mai baieti ca geme tara de "PierdeVara" ca voi. Acceptati ajutorul, de oriunde ar veni el, pana nu va goleste proriul orgoliu si ramaneti fara speranta.Incurajam initiativa si incercarile. Secretara va ureaza sa aveti spor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-6702375050163845357?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/6702375050163845357/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=6702375050163845357' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6702375050163845357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6702375050163845357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/08/pierdevara.html' title='PierdeVara'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-371994011968364434</id><published>2009-08-14T00:04:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:17:36.244+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De prin lume adunate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SoSCu4jSn7I/AAAAAAAAAa8/in6XGtctg7Y/s1600-h/P1020174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SoSAocO_qDI/AAAAAAAAAaM/6eX7AnuVfpE/s320/P1020246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369558087994681394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SoSAZQwYgUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/P8QQ-H3XWUE/s1600-h/P1020245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SoSAZQwYgUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/P8QQ-H3XWUE/s320/P1020245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369557827215458626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SoSAFvM4YDI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/V-H550YKICY/s1600-h/P1020252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SoSAFvM4YDI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/V-H550YKICY/s320/P1020252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369557491790667826"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-371994011968364434?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/371994011968364434/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=371994011968364434' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/371994011968364434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/371994011968364434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-prin-lume-adunate.html' title='De prin lume adunate'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SoSCu4jSn7I/AAAAAAAAAa8/in6XGtctg7Y/s72-c/P1020174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-4243015214233951055</id><published>2009-08-08T16:12:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:26:11.468+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL'/><title type='text'>Joc in ploaie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ieri a plouat toata ziua marunt si linistit, exact asa cum imi place mie. Numai ca umbrela mea se vrea plimbata, balerinii mei se vor udati, iar pielea mea se vrea a fi terenul de joaca al picaturilor de ploaie. Linistea din casa ma innebunea, melodiile imi unduiau trupul, iar ceaiul isi irosea aburii pentru ca eu, in toata zapaceala mea, uitasem de el. Nu stiu cand a sunat telefonul, nu stiu cand m-am imbracat, dar nu dupa mult timp eram langa el. De data asta umbrela a ramas in casa pentru ca am preferat sa ascult cum se loveste ploaia de parbrizul masinii.&lt;br /&gt;Incepusera sa nu mai fie stanjeniti unul in prezenta celuilalt ca prima data cand s-au cunoscut mai bine. El i-a cumparat ciocolata amaruie pe care ea a impartit-o atent cu el; ea i-a zambit discret, iar el s-a fastacit ca un copil. S-a facut liniste si parca indemnati de cineva si-au cautat instinctiv mainile. Le-au strans pana s-au simtit unul pentru celalalt..se pierdusera, iar acum se regasisera in sfarsit. A pierdut-o in bratele lui in timp ce la ureche ii soptestea povesti fara final, care poate a doua zi nu mai aveau niciun farmec. S-a jucat in parul ei, i-a mirosit parfumul de care ii era asa dor, i-a sarutat buzele, nasul, gatul. A sarutat-o pentru toate datile in care l-a refuzat. Ea si-a plimbat incet degetele reci pe gatul lui, l-a sarutat pe frunte, i-a ciufulit parul si era fericita, iar el, cu mainile sub bluza ei vaporoasa, s-a delectate cu pielea ei fina cu miros de cirese. L-a mai sarutat o data si l-a rugat sa o conduca. Si-au spus “noapte buna!”  si s-au privit cateva secunde pentru ca stiau ca a doua zi ii va trage de urechi realitatea. Ajunsa in casa a observat ca undeva in decolteu el ii lasase o mica amintire in forma de inimioara. A ras si a adomit visandu-si mica fericire.&lt;br /&gt;Intotdeauna am crezut ca ploaia are un efect purificator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-4243015214233951055?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/4243015214233951055/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=4243015214233951055' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4243015214233951055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/4243015214233951055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/08/ieri-plouat-toata-ziua-marunt-si.html' title='Joc in ploaie'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-2653239877131579403</id><published>2009-08-06T20:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:59:01.897+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recapitulare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Inca iti mai simt parfumul pe buzele mele.Imi aduc aminte perfect acea zi,aroma caramelului topit in prezenta unei inghetate de ciocolata,totul se imbina de la sine.Parca a fost ieri. Prima oara in loc sa ma saruti mi-ai muscat buza si am crezut ca va ramane acolo,a ta.M-ai rugat sa ma joc in parul tau,l-am mirosit si avea un miros atat de deosebit...era al tau.Imi era frig si-mi clantaneau dintii,incercai sa ma incalzesti,dar era in zadar.Ne-am oprit la un semafor,s-a facut verde si noi am ramas tot acolo imbratisati...tu iti plimbai buzele pe gatul meu,iar eu eram cu nasul in parul tau.&lt;br /&gt;Lumea trecea pe langa noi,dar aveam impresia ca noi trecem pe langa ei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-2653239877131579403?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/2653239877131579403/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=2653239877131579403' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/2653239877131579403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/2653239877131579403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/08/recapitulare.html' title='Recapitulare.'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-1934488396424393262</id><published>2009-08-02T23:49:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:29:56.734+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ZAMBETE'/><title type='text'>Privire de copil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SnX8HlQ6oaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/R_ldrkeVl3I/s1600-h/238034272_ab81794046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SnX8HlQ6oaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/R_ldrkeVl3I/s400/238034272_ab81794046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365471738274161058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tristi, veseli, suparati, morocanosi sau cu chef de joaca, copiii reusesc mereu sa ne fure zambete. Astazi cand stateam linistita la terasa si cu gandul departe, o fetita cu carlioti blonzi si ochi mari albastri ma tinea de mana si ma privea razand.Nici nu a mai fost nevoie de cuvinte.Am aflat mai tarziu ca o cheama Maria.I-am zambit si eu la fel de cald si mi-am adus aminte de mine. Cand eram de varsta ei imi placea sa port palariile mult prea mari pentru mine ale frantuzoaicei.Eu mica, palaria mare si ei toti incepeau sa rada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-1934488396424393262?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/1934488396424393262/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=1934488396424393262' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1934488396424393262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1934488396424393262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/08/zambet-de-copil.html' title='Privire de copil'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SnX8HlQ6oaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/R_ldrkeVl3I/s72-c/238034272_ab81794046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-1434655601648702706</id><published>2009-07-28T15:10:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:31:36.109+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DOR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL'/><title type='text'>Hai canta-mi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7jqMFF541pk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7jqMFF541pk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     [.....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;x: :(&lt;br /&gt;y: am scris asta cu mult timp in urma&lt;br /&gt;x: si acum cum ar fi redactat?&lt;br /&gt;y: acum nu cred ca l-as mai considera vis sau cosmar&lt;br /&gt;y: ci doar realitate&lt;br /&gt;x: care este realitatea ?&lt;br /&gt;y: un Eu si un Tu care asteptam sa vedem care ne este destinatia..&lt;br /&gt;x: :X&lt;br /&gt;y: sper sa nu ajung sa gandesc iar ca mai sus :)&lt;br /&gt;x: am sa am grija sa nu fie asa&lt;br /&gt;Y: speranta moare ultima&lt;br /&gt;x: : eu nu sper niciodata.. traiesc din certitudini sau vise.&lt;br /&gt;y: e bine sa traiesti din certitudini&lt;br /&gt;x: imi place sa visez.. Imi place sa am teluti f greu de atins.&lt;br /&gt;x: imi place sa ma joc.. sa alerg pentru imposibil&lt;br /&gt;y: ciudat..si mie&lt;br /&gt;x: desi uneori obosesc alergand dupa imposibil&lt;br /&gt;y: da..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later: "Sper sa fiu acolo cand vei fi fericita."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-1434655601648702706?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/1434655601648702706/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=1434655601648702706' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1434655601648702706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/1434655601648702706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/07/hai-canta-mi.html' title='Hai canta-mi!'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-7338460975317969611</id><published>2009-07-23T12:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:11:25.418+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CULTURA'/><title type='text'>Alfabetul dupa J.L. Borges</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AUTOPORTRET&lt;br /&gt;Un om isi asuma sarcina sa deseneze lumea. In decursul anilor umple un spatiu cu imagini de provincii, de regate, de munti, de golfuri, de corabii, de insule, de pesti, de incaperi, de instrumente, de aster, de cai si de personae. Putin inainte de a muri, descopera ca acest rabdator labirint de linii traseaza icoana chipului sau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIALOG&lt;br /&gt;In dialog, un interlocutor nu reprezinta suma sau media celor spuse de el: poate sa taca si sa lase sa se intrevada ca e intelligent, poate sa emita observatii inteligente sis a lase sa se intrevada ca-i stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARURI&lt;br /&gt;Nu putem da decat ceea ce am dat deja. Nu putem da decta ceea ce apartine celuilalt. Orice dar adevarat este reciproc. Cel care da nu se lipseste de ceea ce ofera. A da si a primi sunt acelasi lucru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRUMUSETE&lt;br /&gt;Cu trecerea anilor, am observat ca frumusetea, ca si fericirea, e frecventa. Nu trece zi in care sa nu ne aflam, pentru o clipa, in rai. Nu exista poet, oricat ar fi de mediocre, care sa nu fi scris, cel mai frumos vers din toata literature, dar, totodata, sip e cele mai nefericite. Frumusetea nu e privilegiul catorva nume ilustre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GELOZIE&lt;br /&gt;Gelozia este un latrat de caini care atrage atentia hotilor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTELIGENTA&lt;br /&gt;Indoiala este unul din numele inteligentei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUZICA&lt;br /&gt;Muzica este vinul care umple cupa tacerii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVELATIE&lt;br /&gt;Orice viata este constituita dintr-un moment unic, momentul in care un om afla, o data pentru totdeauna, cine este.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIMP&lt;br /&gt;Timpul curge dinspre viitor spre trecut. Acel moment in care viitorul se transforma in trecut este momentul pe care il numim present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-7338460975317969611?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/7338460975317969611/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=7338460975317969611' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7338460975317969611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7338460975317969611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/07/alfabetul-dupa-jl-borges.html' title='Alfabetul dupa J.L. Borges'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-5634412743763802334</id><published>2009-07-18T10:44:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:42:22.688+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL'/><title type='text'>Inceput.Sfarsit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cum se numeste un nou inceput? Un nou sfarsit. Esti bucuros ca ai trecut peste ceea ce a fost rau si ca acum poti zambi din nou.Esti orbit de noua persoana din viata ta si crezi ca e cea potrivita pentru tine.Te simti datoare fata de ea caci doar ti-a ,,salvat" viata, nu? Ei bine,nu! Mai devreme sau mai tarziu vei fi din nou ceea ce ai fost in trecut si vei astepta iarasi un nou inceput.Se zice ca istoria se repeta...Intr-adevar se repeta! Dar totul datorita limitei noatre,a oamenilor,de a avansa,de a ne maturiza si de a incerca sa nu comitem aceleasi greseli la nesfarsit.Insa nu putem,asa suntem proiectati si asa traim.&lt;br /&gt;Si eu sunt la fel:ma entuziasmez de fiecare inceput,desi stiu ca asta inseamna un sfarsit. &lt;br /&gt;Le temps fera passer l'amour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-5634412743763802334?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/5634412743763802334/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=5634412743763802334' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/5634412743763802334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/5634412743763802334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/07/inceputsparsit.html' title='Inceput.Sfarsit.'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-2648087752053182177</id><published>2009-07-16T14:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:48:35.331+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CULTURA'/><title type='text'>Fara titlu azi</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UNwjuzYHCw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UNwjuzYHCw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;De-abia plecasesi. Te-am rugat să pleci.&lt;br /&gt;Te urmăream de-a lungul molatecii poteci,&lt;br /&gt;Pân-ai pierit, la capăt, prin trifoi.&lt;br /&gt;Nu te-ai uitat o dată înapoi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti-as fi făcut un semn, după plecare,&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce-i un semn din umbră-n depărtare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voiam să pleci, voiam si să rămâi.&lt;br /&gt;Ai ascultat de gândul ce-l dintâi.&lt;br /&gt;Nu te oprise gândul fără glas.&lt;br /&gt;De ce-ai plecat? De ce-ai mai fi rămas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; De-abia plecasesi-Tudor Arghezi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-2648087752053182177?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/2648087752053182177/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=2648087752053182177' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/2648087752053182177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/2648087752053182177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/07/fara-titlu-azi.html' title='Fara titlu azi'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-7591002036633897470</id><published>2009-07-14T17:45:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:56:09.982+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL'/><title type='text'>Plaja.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EF7jMCp0jPs/SIbE8NnzUxI/AAAAAAAADXA/A9rDEHWtA5Q/s400/inima%2Bpe%2Bplaja.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EF7jMCp0jPs/SIbE8NnzUxI/AAAAAAAADXA/A9rDEHWtA5Q/s400/inima%2Bpe%2Bplaja.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stam amandoi pe plaja si privim cum soarele apune,ne lasam usor pe spate si nisipul ia formele corpului nostru.Firele de nisip ne gadila sira spinarii si tot ce vreau este sa te sarut.Ma trezesc in camera...cu tine langa mine,ne uitam la filme si ma tii strans langa trupul tau.Acum inotam si ne comportam ca doi copii in apa.Suntem pe strada,te tin de mana,si simt ca plutesc.Visez sau chiar se intampla?Nu stiu...nu-mi dau seama,dar nici nu vreau.Imi place totul asa cum e.Imi e bine cu tine in orice circumstanta.Sunt cu tine oriunde,oricum...esti cu mine mereu.&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa intru in mintea ta,si acolo sa ma gasesc pe mine,sa ma privesc si sa vad cum arat acolo.Sa fiu a ta,a ta si doar a ta.&lt;br /&gt;Suntem din nou pe plaja,cu soarele rasarind si tu esti tot cu mine.Aici vreau sa se termine totul pentru noi in locul asta,dar totusi sa avem o continuare a noastra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-7591002036633897470?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/7591002036633897470/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=7591002036633897470' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7591002036633897470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7591002036633897470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/07/plaja.html' title='Plaja.'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EF7jMCp0jPs/SIbE8NnzUxI/AAAAAAAADXA/A9rDEHWtA5Q/s72-c/inima%2Bpe%2Bplaja.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-5646641604326204456</id><published>2009-07-12T01:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:30:07.272+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Intr-un colt de suflet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ploua asa linistit afara si se aude atat de frumos pe acoperisuri si sub umbrele. Aproape mecanic toti se indreapta spre o destinatie precisa blestemand ploaia ca s-a amestecat in planurile lor. Mai vezi, ce-i drept, din cand in cand si cateva umbrele izbite de ploaie care sunt dirijate atent de mana masculina a cuplului. Sunt uzi pana la piele,dar cu toate astea se tin de mana si isi zambesc discret continuand sa joace impreuna sah cu picaturile. Poate ca atunci e cel mai bun moment sa te pierzi in anonimat in incercarea de obtine iertare sau ingaduinta din partea persoanei fata de care ai gresit.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e frica atunci cand tuna si cand fulgera si de fiecare data cand am nevoie nu e nimeni care sa ma adaposteasca la el in brate. Nu e nimeni si atunci prefer sa inchid geamul si sa ma bag in patul meu mereu nefacut. Sunt lucruri neinsemnate, marunte, dar tocmai aceste lucruri marunte le ajuta pe cele mari sa se dezvolte.&lt;br /&gt;Probabil acum ea e in balcon cu aceeasi cana de ceai verde in mana gandindu-se ca poate si tu asculti ploaia si te gandesti ca timpul nu poate sta in loc pana te vei hotara tu ce alegi din bolul cu sanse.Timpul nu face altceva decat sa stearga si acele multe, putine sentimente care au mai ramas.&lt;br /&gt;La mine in fotoliu ploua cu indiferenta. Oare ploaia ar putea spala si amintirile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-5646641604326204456?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/5646641604326204456/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=5646641604326204456' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/5646641604326204456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/5646641604326204456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/07/intr-un-colt-de-suflet.html' title='Intr-un colt de suflet'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-6231723670312517281</id><published>2009-07-07T20:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:44:52.752+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CULTURA'/><title type='text'>Pierderea ochiului</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aş ciocăni cu unghia până când&lt;br /&gt;n-aş mai avea unghie,&lt;br /&gt;şi cu degetul până când&lt;br /&gt;mi s-ar toci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar a venit la mine&lt;br /&gt;orbul şi mi-a spus:&lt;br /&gt;"Lasă-ţi, frate, unghia-n pace,&lt;br /&gt;dacă ai cumva un ochi&lt;br /&gt;în vârful ei,&lt;br /&gt;de ce să-l spargi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi totuşi şi totuşi&lt;br /&gt;poarta asta, dintre mine şi tine,&lt;br /&gt;trebuie zguduită de cineva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Nichita Stanescu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-6231723670312517281?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/6231723670312517281/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=6231723670312517281' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6231723670312517281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/6231723670312517281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/07/pierderea-ochiului.html' title='Pierderea ochiului'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-7024155742738487978</id><published>2009-07-04T16:04:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:12:49.131+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Decalog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sa astepti oricat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa astepti orice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu-ti amintesti in schimb nimic. Nu sunt bune decat amintirile care te ajuta sa traiesti in prezent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu numeri zilele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu uiti ca orice asteptare e provizorie chiar daca dureaza toata viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeta ca nu exista pustiu. Exista doar capacitatea noastra de a umple golul din care traim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu pune in aceeasi oala si rugaciunea si pe Dumnezeu. Rugaciunea este uneori forma de a spera a celui ce nu indrazneste sa spere singur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca gandul asta te ajuta, nu ezita sa recunosti ca speri neavand altceva mai bun de facut sau chiar pentru a te feri de urmarile faptului ca nu faci nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binecuvanteaza ocazia de a-ti apartine in intregime. Singuratatea e o tarfa care nu te invinuieste ca esti egoist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aminteste-ti ca paradisul a fost, aproape singur, intr-o grota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 Octavian Paler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-7024155742738487978?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/7024155742738487978/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=7024155742738487978' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7024155742738487978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/7024155742738487978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/07/decalog.html' title='Decalog'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-5746557677894195264</id><published>2009-07-03T14:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:47:28.232+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coca cola zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bl-0shHH0TY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bl-0shHH0TY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-5746557677894195264?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/5746557677894195264/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=5746557677894195264' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/5746557677894195264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/5746557677894195264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/07/coca-cola-zero.html' title='Coca cola zero'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-762952822881179946</id><published>2009-06-29T18:42:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:02:08.651+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru ingeri</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EeYL3uhYv48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EeYL3uhYv48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ploaie, vant, furtuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ar fi placut ca astazi sa pot ura "La multi ani!" persoanei care spunea cele mai frumoase povesti ale copilariei mele si care canta asa de frumos la fluier. Nu te-am uitat chiar daca acum esti printre ingeri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au imbatranit pana si caisii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-762952822881179946?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/762952822881179946/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=762952822881179946' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/762952822881179946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/762952822881179946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/06/pentru-ingeri.html' title='Pentru ingeri'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-2167213129514003531</id><published>2009-06-23T22:27:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:37:43.685+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ani de liceu</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VPWbCUwX2Tk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VPWbCUwX2Tk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Melancolie de ora 22:30 dupa prima proba din bac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi o sa-mi fie dor de perioada asta agitata si lipsita de griji, desi sunt sigura ca vor veni momente si mai frumoase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ani de liceu: maturizare, iubiri, escapade, prietenii, oameni minunati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Timp spre ce meleaguri noi grabit alergi? Cum poti intr-o zi sa schimbi in oameni mari niste copii?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-2167213129514003531?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/2167213129514003531/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=2167213129514003531' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/2167213129514003531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/2167213129514003531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/06/ani-de-liceu.html' title='Ani de liceu'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-5421213288985907561</id><published>2009-06-19T11:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:01:46.142+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sirena sau balena?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Acum câteva zile, intr-un oraş din Franţa, pe un afiş&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cu o tanara spectaculoasa la intrarea intr-o sala de&lt;br /&gt;&gt; gimnastica, scria: &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "În vara aceasta ce vrei să fii: sirena sau&lt;br /&gt;&gt; balena?" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Se spune că o femeie tanara, ale cărei caracteristici&lt;br /&gt;&gt; fizice nu contează, a răspuns la întrebarea de&lt;br /&gt;&gt; publicitate în aceşti termeni: &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Dragă domnilor: &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Balenele sunt mereu înconjurate de prieteni (delfinii,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; leii de mare, oamenii curiosi). Acestea au o viaţa sexuală&lt;br /&gt;&gt; foarte activă, rămân gravide şi au balenute micute&lt;br /&gt;&gt; dragalase, pe care le alapteaza. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Se distreaza de minune cu delfinii, umplandu-si burta cu&lt;br /&gt;&gt; creveti. Se joaca si inoata, cutereira mările, cunoscand&lt;br /&gt;&gt; astfel de locuri minunate ca Patagonia , marea Barens sau&lt;br /&gt;&gt; recifii de corali din Polinezia. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Balenele cântă foarte bine şi chiar inregistreaza&lt;br /&gt;&gt; CD-uri.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;  Sunt&lt;br /&gt;&gt;  impresionante şi, practic, nu au nici un dusman care sa&lt;br /&gt;&gt; le vaneze, in afara de om. Ele sunt iubite, apărate şi&lt;br /&gt;&gt; admirate de toata lumea.. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sirenele nu există. Şi dacă ar exista, ar sta la coadă&lt;br /&gt;&gt; la cabinetele de psihoterapie, deoarece acestea ar avea o&lt;br /&gt;&gt; problemă serioasă de personalitate: "femeie sau&lt;br /&gt;&gt; peşte?". &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu au viata sexuala, pentru că-i omoare pe bărbaţii care&lt;br /&gt;&gt; se apropie de ele, si pe langa acest aspect, pe unde si cum&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ar putea? Deci, din aceasta cauza, nu au copii. Ele sunt&lt;br /&gt;&gt; frumoase, adevărat, dar singure şi triste. Oricum, cine ar&lt;br /&gt;&gt; vrea sa apropie de o tipa care miroase ca un peste? &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Pentru mine este clar, doresc sa fiu o balena. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; PS: In vremurile astea, in care toata mass-media ne baga in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cap ideea ca doar femeile slabe sunt frumoase, eu prefer sa&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ma delectez cu o inghetata impreuna cu copii mei, cu o cina&lt;br /&gt;&gt; buna cu un barbat care ma face sa vibrez sau cu o cafea si&lt;br /&gt;&gt; prajiturele impreuna cu prietenele mele.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cu&lt;br /&gt;&gt;  timpul câştigam în greutate, pentru ca acumulam multe&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cunostinte si informatii si cand nu mai au loc in cap sunt&lt;br /&gt;&gt; distribuite in restul corpului. Aşa că nu suntem grase,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; suntem teribil de culte. De astăzi, când o sa ma uit la&lt;br /&gt;&gt; fundul meu în oglindă, o sa ma gândesc:"Dumnezeule,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ce inteligenta sunt ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-5421213288985907561?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/5421213288985907561/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=5421213288985907561' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/5421213288985907561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/5421213288985907561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/06/sirena-sau-balena.html' title='Sirena sau balena?'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-5457633953284562320</id><published>2009-06-10T23:08:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:05:50.862+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL'/><title type='text'>Pierduta in noapte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ce poate fi mai frumos decat sa te pierzi in noapte? Liniste, racoare, forme vag conturate, oameni absenti carora nu le pasa decat de lumina lunii reflectata peste ei.&lt;br /&gt;Daca ar adia putin vantul, cu siguranta ti-ar ramane mult timp imprimat in minte parfumul ei. Si daca ar mai si ploua ai putea sa-i alergi picaturile cu privirea in timp ce se pierd pe trupul ei.&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea e ideala escapadelor. Imagineaza-ti ca pe neasteptate te trezesti intr-o companie placuta si te lasi purtata de El intr-o incursiune plina de surprize neprevazute.Si conversatia aia pe care tu o credeai asa interesanta se termina intotdeauna cu un sarut. Atingeri indecise, priviri ratacite, zambete timide, maini inclestate. O sa te ia in brate, o sa te sarute pentru toate datile in care l-ai refuzat categoric si o sa-l iei si tu in brate si o sa-l saruti si tu pentru toate datile cand ti-ai fi dorit si n-ai putut. Pentru o noapte ai uitat de problemele tale si de povestea ta aproape terminata. Te priveste zambind, iti face complimente, iar tu neincrezatoare intri in jocul lui pentru ca iti face bine.Si cu putin noroc o sa te sarute pe gat asa cum iti place tie si cu mai mult respect niciodata nu o sa te invaluie in fumul lui de tigara. Te mai saruta odata, te ridica in brate si apoi te trezeste la realitate.Peste cateva ore: "mi-e dor de tine". Si tie iti e dor, dar nu de el, ci de momentele de langa el. Maine un simplu "buna" si priviri cu subinteles. A fost doar o noapte pe care ai repeta-o oricand daca ai avea ocazia.&lt;br /&gt;Ti-e mai bine fara mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-5457633953284562320?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/5457633953284562320/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=5457633953284562320' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/5457633953284562320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/5457633953284562320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/06/pierduta-in-noapte.html' title='Pierduta in noapte'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-2864328635387454623</id><published>2009-06-07T22:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:02:26.490+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis malade</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wzzX6MSJlHg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wzzX6MSJlHg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Atunci cand razi prea mult ceva nu e in regula...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451577915467818217-2864328635387454623?l=povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/feeds/2864328635387454623/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451577915467818217&amp;postID=2864328635387454623' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/2864328635387454623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451577915467818217/posts/default/2864328635387454623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povestea-nimanui.blogspot.com/2009/06/je-suis-malade.html' title='Je suis malade'/><author><name>Secretara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09119983879693437671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS-3ZZ4n0mI/SpzgufBJntI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5FLDgrnUmiA/S220/25jza1k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451577915467818217.post-490982295213036179</id><published>2009-06-02T17:13:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:17:00.803+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu. Care Tu ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ce om esti tu in fata ta?&lt;br /&gt;Da, ai si tu dreptate pentru ca tot ce vezi e relativ si tot ce e concret trece prea repede ca sa mai apuci sa te si bucuri. Intrand int-o adanca meditatie risti sa iesi mai confuz decat ai intrat si uite asa trece timpul si uite tot asa ramai socat ca zambetul ala copilaresc a disparut demult. Ai ajuns sa umbli fara rost pe strazi in incercarea de a gasi solutii, dar sunt atat de evidente incat le cauti cu lupa. Nu vezi ca iarba e verde si sclipeste? Nu vezi ca soarele te rasfata cu razele lui? Nu vezi ca praful iti spala picioarele? Nu auzi ca ploaia iti bate in geam? Nu auzi ca privighetoarea iti canta doar tie? Nu observi ca treci ca un ingrat pe langa viata? &lt;br /&gt;Daca te-ai aseza in fata unei oglinzi si te-ai privi minute in sir ai ramane uimit de ceea ce vezi. Ce repede a trecut timpul, nu? Copilul ala mic de ieri care radea zgomotos, care stia sa spuna povesti de groaza camarazilor, cel ce impartea bomboane cu Ioana si cel care ii aducea flori mamei de fiecare data cand o supara, azi nu mai e. Se duce, se pierde in tine si tu nu faci nimic. Ai facut greseli intr-adevar, si ce greseli, dar cine le vede?cine altcineva in afara de tine le mai stie? Toate sunt asa trecatoare si toate tind sa faca rau sau bine, sa strige sau sa taca, dar ai tu grija ca toate sa ramana parti componente din viata ta.&lt;br /&gt;Toti avem perioadele noastre de glorie, dar cel mai important e sa stim sa ne purtam cu mandrie infrangerea. Iar daca ai pierdut o lupta, nu incerca sa dai alta pentru a-ti demonstra ca o poti pierde si pe cealalta. Invata ca pentru a ajunge la varf e cel mai greu si nu conteaza daca mai si cazi sau inaintezi anevoios.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de tine cel de ieri, mi-e dor de tine cel de azi, mi-e dor de ieri si sper la maine.&lt;br /&gt;Ce mult a trecut de ieri si pana azi! 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