<?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-267926565850592007</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:24:52.880+02:00</updated><category term='cotidian'/><category term='iubire'/><category term='el'/><category term='noi'/><category term='monotonie'/><category term='ea'/><category term='singuratate'/><category term='oameni'/><category term='viata'/><title type='text'>Clipe ... idei ... asternute pe o pagina pentru a nu fi uitate</title><subtitle type='html'>Here ... There ... Anywhere ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BuBuLyNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989088765269874764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaHiG2mXNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSVXBPOXSxA/S220/5PXiyK438535-02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267926565850592007.post-7906878434625403370</id><published>2010-12-06T12:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T12:10:21.194+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru tine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/TPy2R27GXbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KrscJhhhwQ4/s1600/dor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547509258931035570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/TPy2R27GXbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KrscJhhhwQ4/s400/dor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Astazi as vrea sa-mi scriu sentimentele si sa-ti arat iubitule, cat de important esti tu pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit intr-o dimineata gandindu-ma la viata mea. Ce aveam eu in ea? Aveam o mama, un tata si, mai presus de toate, aveam un suflet. Sufletul meu. Un suflet fara culoare care-si dorea sa traiasca. Ma uitam pe cer si ma intrebam: "Ce-am sa fac eu azi?" Nimic. Simteam ca-mi doresc sa stau pe margine si sa privesc vietile altora, clipele de fericire si de iubire, oamenii care se iubeau si isi purtau de grija unul altuia. Era o lume din care imi doream si eu sa fac parte... imi doream un univers al meu si al lui. Al lui cine? Ma intrebam si-mi raspundeam singura: "Al lui cel care sa ma iubeasca." Dar cine sa ma iubeasca pe mine? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cine? Cine poate sa ma readuca la viata? Pentru toate aceste intrebari exista un singur raspuns: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"TU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tu m-ai invatat sa rad si sa iubesc tot ce ma inconjoara. Tu, cu bunatatea sufletului tau, m-ai invatat ca dupa ploaie vine soare, ca nimic in lumea asta nu are sens fara suflet, asa cum eu nu am sens fara tine sufletul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Totul a venit pe neasteptate. Nu am stat nici o secunda sa ma gandesc... "Dar daca nu este el asa cum vreau eu?" Dar cum vreau eu? Asa cum este &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;el&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: dulce, grijuliu, atent, optimist, sensibil, copilaros si matur. Si atunci am realizat ca nu reusesc sa-i descopar defectele. Chiar si daca le-ar avea cu siguranta il voi iubi si mai mult doar pentru ca nu este perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Imi place cand rade si ador zambetul sau. Ador sa ma trezesc langa el, sa-i aud respiratia si sa-i simt pielea pe pielea mea. Inima mea nu se poate dezlipi de a lui si viata mea a renascut odata ce a intalnit-o pe a lui. Imi place sa-l alint in bratele mele si sa-i declar infinita mea dragoste. Langa el si alaturi de el sunt unica: sunt femeie si viitoare mama. Ador fiecare minut petrecut langa el si imi este dor de el in fiecare clipa in care nu este langa mine. Ador noptile in care ne soptim &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"te iubesc"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in timp ce suntem imbratisati si ne iubim. Ador cum ma priveste cand adorm in bratele lui si cum imi vegheaza somnul cu sarutari si imbratisari.&lt;br /&gt;Putin cate putin m-ai lasat sa te cunosc, dar cel mai important, m-ai lasat sa te iubesc. La inceput nu eram sigura de ceea ce vreau, dar acum stiu. Te vreau langa mine toata viata mea si sa ne iubim ca doi copii chiar si atunci cand vom fi batranei. Acum stiu ce inseamna sa iubesti si asta datorita tie, iubitule, pentru ca ai lasat iubirea ta sa-mi imbratiseze inima si stiu ca n-o sa-mi mai dea drumul niciodata. Acum stiu ce inseamna iubirea pentru ca atunci cand esti langa mine, te simt, te imbratisez si nu as vrea sa te las sa mai pleci... pentru ca atunci cand te ating si te sarut imi zambeste sufletul si simt cum iubirea noastra este cea mai frumoasa si cea mai puternica. Ador sa aud vocea ta cand imi spune "Te iubesc, esti bebitza mea". Suna atat de frumos aceste cuvinte, parca le-ai invatat sa mi le spui doar mie si acum stiu ca suntem facuti unul pentru celalalt si stiu ca si tu simti acelasi lucru ca si mine.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt mii si mii de cuvinte frumoasa pe care cu siguranta ca le meriti, dar eu, din pacate, nu stiu sa le spun pe toate. Din pacate nu pot atinge soarele ca sa ti-l daruiesc... nu pot atinge stelele pentru a te incununa cu ele... dar, iti pot darui sufletul meu, gandurile mele, trupul meu, intreaga mea fiinta. Si daca-ti spun ca te iubesc fara ca macar sa-ti fi intalnit privirea, inseamna ca te iubesc pentru ceea ce esti, pentru ceea ce ma faci sa simt, sa fiu si pentru tot ceea ce reprezinti tu pentru viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;Cum sa nu visez la tine? Cum sa nu te vreau langa mine in fiecare clipa? Cum sa nu te iubesc? Cum sa nu vreau sa te stiu langa mine tot restul vietii? Nu am cuvinte indeajuns ca sa-ti spun tot ce simt pentru tine. Sper doar cu timpul sa-ti pot demonstra toata dragostea pe care ti-o port.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa te am alaturi, sa ma iubesti la fel si sa fim fericiti impreuna si sa traim ca in basme. Te rog sa ai grija de iubirea noastra si sa nu o lasi sa moara, pentru ca eu o sa ma grija sa existe atata timp cat voi fi pe acest pamant si sa te fac cel mai fericit barbat, oferindu-ti zi de zi dragostea mea.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi, din bucurie si tristete am construit fericirea noastra. Fericirea fara de care nu as fi eu, nu as fi ceea ce sunt azi, pentru ca esti alaturi de mine la bine si la greu, pentru ca esti vocea glasului mei, esti barbatul de care am nevoie ca sa ma simt femeie, esti barbatul pe care-l iubesc cel mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iti multumesc pentru tot ceea ce-mi oferi si pentru ca mi-ai facut un loc in inima ta.&lt;br /&gt;Iti multumesc pentru ca ma iubesti!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267926565850592007-7906878434625403370?l=anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7906878434625403370/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=267926565850592007&amp;postID=7906878434625403370' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/7906878434625403370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/7906878434625403370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/2010/12/pentru-tine.html' title='Pentru tine...'/><author><name>BuBuLyNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989088765269874764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaHiG2mXNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSVXBPOXSxA/S220/5PXiyK438535-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/TPy2R27GXbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KrscJhhhwQ4/s72-c/dor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267926565850592007.post-1584306948457594099</id><published>2010-03-11T11:36:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:49:39.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Noi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S5ttTmpJ6kI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MXdhoH5L0GI/s1600-h/Twinky_Memories.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448068357792852546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S5ttTmpJ6kI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MXdhoH5L0GI/s400/Twinky_Memories.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nu stiu cine a scris asta dar, este despre NOI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nascuti la inceputul anilor '70 - '80 vedem acum in anul 2010 cum casa parintilor nostri este de cincizeci de ori mai scumpa decat atunci cand au cumparat-o si realizam ca noi o sa platim pentru casele nostre in jur de cincizeci de ani. Nu avem amintiri despre primii pasi pe luna, nici despre razboaie sangeroase dar, avem cultura generala, pentru ca asta insemna ceva odata.&lt;br /&gt;Suntem ultima generatie care a jucat "Ascunselea", "Castel", "Ratzele si vanatorii", "Tara, tara! Vrem ostasi!", "Prinsea", "Sticluta cu otrava", "Pac Pac", "Hotii si vardistii", ultimii care au strigat "Un, doi, trei, la perete stai", ultimii care au folosit telefoane cu fise dar, primii care am facut petreceri video (inchiriam un video si stateam si ne uitam la filme doua zile inchisi in casa), primii care am vazut desene animate color, primii care am renuntat la casete audio si le-am inlocuit cu CD-uri.&lt;br /&gt;Noi am purtat jeansi elastici, pantaloni evazati, geci de blugi de la turci, iar cine avea firme gen Lee sau Puma era deja lider de gasca. Noi nu am dat examene de capacitate, nu am dat teste grile la admitere. Noi am fost ultimii "Soimi ai patriei" si ultimii "Pioneri".&lt;br /&gt;La gradinita am invatat poezii in romana, nu in engleza...si am cantat "la multi ani, traiasca" nu "happy bitrhday" la aniversari.&lt;br /&gt;Am sorbit din ochi Sclava Isaura, Beverly Hills, Melrose Place, Twin Peaks, Dallas...si cine zice ca nu s-a uitat, ori minte ori nu avea inca televizor.&lt;br /&gt;Reclamele de pe posturile straine ne innebuneau si abia asteptam sa vina si la noi inghetata Magnum sau pustile alea absolut superbe cu apa. Intre timp, ne consolam cu Tango cu vanilie si ciocolata si clasicele bidoane umplute cu apa de la robinet, care turnate in ap ne provocau pneumonii. Si uite, un motiv bun sa nu mergem la scoala.&lt;br /&gt;Noi am ascultat si Metallica si Ace of Base si DJ Bobo si Michael Jackson si Backstreet Boys si Take That, si inca nu auzisem de manele, singurele melodii de joc fiind horele la chefuri, la care nimeni nu stia pasii dar, toti dansam!&lt;br /&gt;Dar spre deosebire de copiii din ziua de azi, am auzit atat de Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendix, Abba si de Queen, cat si de noile nume, gen 50 Cent si Britney Spears. Am citit "Licurici", "Pif", "Ciresarii", si am baut Cico si Zmeurata si ni s-a parut ceva extraordinar cand au aparut primele sucuri de la "tec", fara sa ne fie teama ca "au prea multe E-uri".&lt;br /&gt;Noi am baut prima Coca-Cola la sticla si am descoperit internetul. Noi nu dadeam "bip-uri"...ne fluieram sa iesim afara. Noi nu aveam dolby surround system...taceam toti ca sa auzim actiunea filmului. Nu aveam Nintendo sau Playstation ci, jocuri tetris de care ne plictiseam la o luna dupa ce le cumparam si le uitam pe dulap, pline de praf.&lt;br /&gt;Abia asteptam la chefuri sa jucam "Fantanita" sau "Flori, fete sau baieti" sau "Adevar sau provocare", sau orice ne dadea un pretext sa "pupam pe gura" pe cine "iubeam".&lt;br /&gt;Noi suntem cei care inca au mai "cerut prietenia", care inca roseau la cuvantul "sex", care dadeam cu banul care sa intre in farmacie sa cumpere prezervative, pe care apoi sa le umplem cu apa si sa le aruncam in capul colegilor. Noi suntem cei care am completat mii de oracole sperand ca persoana iubita va citi acolo unde scrie "De cine iti place?", ca ne place de el/ea.&lt;br /&gt;Este uimitor ca inca mai suntem in viata, pentru ca noi am mers cu bicicleta fara casca, genunchiere si cotiere...nu am avut scaune speciale in masini...nu am aruncat la gunoi bomboanele care ne cadeau din greseala pe jos...nu am avut pastile cu capac special sa nu fie desfacute de copii...nu ne-am spalat pe maini dupa ce ne-am jucat cu toti cainii si toate pisicile din cartier...nu am tinut cont de cate lipide si glucide mancam...Parintii nostrii nu au "child proof the house", ne-au trimis sa cumparam bere si vin de la alimentara, si cate un pachet de tigari de la tutungerie.&lt;br /&gt;Noi am auzit cum s-a tras la Revolutie, noi am fost martorii a trei schimburi de bacnote si monede, noi am ras la bancuri cu Bula, noi am fost primii care au auzit-o pe Andreea Esca la ProTv, noi suntem cei care mai tinem minte emisiunea "Feriti-va de magarus".&lt;br /&gt;Daca ai citit ceea ce am scris mai sus si ai cazut putin pe ganduri, inseamna ca esti de-al nostru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suntem o generatie de invingatori, de visatori, de "first-timers"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267926565850592007-1584306948457594099?l=anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1584306948457594099/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=267926565850592007&amp;postID=1584306948457594099' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/1584306948457594099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/1584306948457594099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/noi.html' title='Noi...'/><author><name>BuBuLyNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989088765269874764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaHiG2mXNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSVXBPOXSxA/S220/5PXiyK438535-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S5ttTmpJ6kI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MXdhoH5L0GI/s72-c/Twinky_Memories.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267926565850592007.post-1544384428694004117</id><published>2010-02-01T13:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:21:15.079+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen kisses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S2a4llKslSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bifmuRWXPC0/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433232956240729378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S2a4llKslSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bifmuRWXPC0/s400/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Stolen kisses in the night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fill your soul with warm delight...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heated breath against your skin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;taken kisses again and again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweetest honey from my lips,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweetest agony from my hips...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quaking muscles beneath my hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blood pounding with demands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel the fire and warmth surround you like a glove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;spiraling your soul to the skies above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Driving you slowly mad with need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fierce rythm full of greed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gripping and tightening around you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'til you burst&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking passion with so much thirst.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In an ocean of ecstasy you will scream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but wake up and find I'm only a dream..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267926565850592007-1544384428694004117?l=anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1544384428694004117/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=267926565850592007&amp;postID=1544384428694004117' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/1544384428694004117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/1544384428694004117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/stolen-kisses.html' title='Stolen kisses...'/><author><name>BuBuLyNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989088765269874764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaHiG2mXNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSVXBPOXSxA/S220/5PXiyK438535-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S2a4llKslSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bifmuRWXPC0/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267926565850592007.post-4812589536880015081</id><published>2010-01-30T11:34:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:36:54.582+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cei trei "mosnegi"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S2QLmyjZB6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/e0Fxqfb9uwQ/s1600-h/5H4Y000Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432479811548809122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S2QLmyjZB6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/e0Fxqfb9uwQ/s400/5H4Y000Z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O femeie iese din casa si vede trei mosnegi cu barba alba stand in fata casei. Nu-i cunoastea dar, vazandu-i suparati, ii invita in casa sa manance ceva.&lt;br /&gt;- Sotul tau este acasa? intreaba ei&lt;br /&gt;- Nu, este iesit.&lt;br /&gt;- Atunci nu putem intra! replica ei&lt;br /&gt;Seara, cand sotul se intoarce acasa, ea ii povesteste despre cei trei mosnegi.&lt;br /&gt;- Du-te, spune-le ca am venit si pofteste-i inauntru.&lt;br /&gt;Femeie se duce si ii invita pe cei trei mosnegi in casa.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu putem intra toti in casa! replica ei&lt;br /&gt;- Cum asa? intreaba ea&lt;br /&gt;Unul dintre mosnegi ii explica...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt BUNASTARE, el este SUCCES, iar celalalt este IUBIRE.&lt;br /&gt;- Acum du-te si intreba-l pe sotul tau care dintre noi sa vina in casa!&lt;br /&gt;Femeia intra in casa si ii spune sotului, care se bucura.&lt;br /&gt;- Ce bine! In acest caz invita-l pe Bunastare sa ne umple casa cu bunastare!&lt;br /&gt;Sotia nu a fost de acord.&lt;br /&gt;- De ce sa nu-l invitam pe Succes?&lt;br /&gt;Nora ii asculta dintr-un colt al casei.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu ar fi mai bine sa il invitam pe Iubire? Casa noastra ar fi atunci plina de iubire! a sugerat nora.&lt;br /&gt;- Hai sa ne ghidam dupa sfatul norei! ii zice sotul sotiei.&lt;br /&gt;- Du-te afara si invita-l pe iubire sa ne fie oaspete!&lt;br /&gt;Femeia iese afara si intreaba:&lt;br /&gt;- Care dintre voi este Iubire? Pe el il invitam sa ne fie oaspete!&lt;br /&gt;Iubire porneste spre casa.&lt;br /&gt;Odata cu el se pornesc in urma lui si ceilalti doi.&lt;br /&gt;Surprinsa femeia intreaba:&lt;br /&gt;- L-am invitat doar pe Iubire. Cum de veniti si voi cu el?&lt;br /&gt;Cei treo mosnegi replicara:&lt;br /&gt;- Daca l-ai fi invitata pe Bunastare sau pe Succes ceilalti ar fi ramas pe loc, dar de vreme ce l-ai invitat pe Iubire, unde merge el, mergem si noi. Unde este iubire, este si bunastare si succes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dorinta mea pentru tine...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unde este durere, iti doresc pace si fericire.&lt;br /&gt;Unde sunt indoieli personale, iti doresc reinnoirea increderiii in abilitatea ta de-a trece peste greutati.&lt;br /&gt;Unde este oboseala sau blazare, iti doresc intelegere, rabdare si puteri reinnoite.&lt;br /&gt;Unde este frica, iti doresc iubire si curaj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267926565850592007-4812589536880015081?l=anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4812589536880015081/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=267926565850592007&amp;postID=4812589536880015081' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/4812589536880015081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/4812589536880015081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/cei-trei-mosnegi.html' title='Cei trei &quot;mosnegi&quot;...'/><author><name>BuBuLyNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989088765269874764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaHiG2mXNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSVXBPOXSxA/S220/5PXiyK438535-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S2QLmyjZB6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/e0Fxqfb9uwQ/s72-c/5H4Y000Z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267926565850592007.post-2728109988592693640</id><published>2010-01-30T09:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:00:24.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un simplu prieten... Un prieten adevarat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S2PmxtZKrAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PTcaaXLwN84/s1600-h/true+friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432439317212081154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S2PmxtZKrAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PTcaaXLwN84/s400/true+friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un simplu prieten cand vine in vizita se comporat ca un invitat. &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un prieten adevarat&lt;/strong&gt; iti deschide frigiderul si se serveste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un simplu prieten nu te-a vazut niciodata plangand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un prieten adevarat&lt;/strong&gt; are umerii umezi de la lacrimile tale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un simplu prieten nu stie prenumele parintilor tai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un prieten adevarat&lt;/strong&gt; are numarul de telefon al parintilor tai in agenda telefonica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un simplu prieten aduce la ziua ta o sticla de bautura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un prieten adevarat&lt;/strong&gt; soseste mai devreme pentru ca sa te ajute la pregatiri si ramane mai tarziu ca sa te ajute sa faci curat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un simplu prieten nu agreeaza cand il suni in preajma orei lui de culcare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un prieten adevarat&lt;/strong&gt; te intreaba de ce ti-a luat atat de mult pana l-ai sunat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un simplu prieten considera ca prieteni voastra a luat sfarsit cand apare prim cearta intre voi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un prieten adevarat&lt;/strong&gt; te suna imediat dupa cearta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un simplu prieten se asteapta sa fii mereu la dispozitia lui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un prieten adevarat&lt;/strong&gt; este mereu in preajma ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267926565850592007-2728109988592693640?l=anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2728109988592693640/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=267926565850592007&amp;postID=2728109988592693640' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/2728109988592693640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/2728109988592693640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-simplu-prieten-un-prieten-adevarat.html' title='Un simplu prieten... Un prieten adevarat'/><author><name>BuBuLyNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989088765269874764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaHiG2mXNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSVXBPOXSxA/S220/5PXiyK438535-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S2PmxtZKrAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PTcaaXLwN84/s72-c/true+friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267926565850592007.post-8811401016709585070</id><published>2010-01-30T08:50:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T09:51:49.118+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Am invatat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S2PbEvw_e3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/-Hec0CiBi7g/s1600-h/Am+invatat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432426450126863218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S2PbEvw_e3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/-Hec0CiBi7g/s400/Am+invatat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am invatat ca nimeni nu este perfect pana cand nu te indragostesti... &lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca viata este dura, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dar eu si mai si...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca sansele nu trebuie niciodata sa le pierzi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acelea pe care le pierzi tu, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;le prinde din zbor o alta persoana...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand porti pica si amaraciune, fericirea se duce in alta parte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca ar trebui mereu folosite vorbe bune, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pentru ca maine poate va trebui sa le retragi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca un suras este un mod economic, pentru a-ti imbunatati aspectul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca nu pot sa aleg cum ma simt, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dar pot mereu sa fac cate ceva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand fiul tau nou nascut iti tine degetul in micul lui pumn, s-a lipit de tine toata viata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca toti vor sa traiasca in varful muntelui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dar toata fericirea si cresterea au loc in timpul urcusului...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa te bucuri de calatorie si sa nu te gandesti doar la scopul ei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca e mai bine sa dai sfaturi doar in doua situatii:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cand sunt cerute si cand de ele depinde viata cuiva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca cu cat irosesc mai putin timpul, mai multe lucruri reusesc sa fac...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267926565850592007-8811401016709585070?l=anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8811401016709585070/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=267926565850592007&amp;postID=8811401016709585070' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/8811401016709585070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/8811401016709585070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-invatat.html' title='Am invatat...'/><author><name>BuBuLyNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989088765269874764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaHiG2mXNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSVXBPOXSxA/S220/5PXiyK438535-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S2PbEvw_e3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/-Hec0CiBi7g/s72-c/Am+invatat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267926565850592007.post-1552507956292797586</id><published>2010-01-25T07:44:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:02:27.403+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oameni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monotonie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Despre frumusetea pierduta a vietii..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrei PLESU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca ma gandesc bine, reprosul esential pe care il am de facut tarii si vremurilor este ca ma impiedica sa ma bucur de frumusetea vietii. din cand in cand, imi dau seama ca traiesc intr-o lume fara cer, fara copaci si gradini, fara extaze bucolice, fara ape, pajisti si nori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am uitat misterul adanc al noptii, radicalitatea amiezii, racorile cosmice ale amurgului. Nu mai vad pasarile, nu mai adulmec mirosul prafos si umed al furtunii, nu mai percep, asfixiat de emotie, miracolul ploii si al stelelor...Nu mai privesc in sus, nu mai am organ pentru parfumuri si adieri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fosnetul frunzelor uscate, transluciditatea nocturna a lacurilor, sunetul indescifrabil al serii, iarba, padurea vitele, orizontul tulbure al campiei, colina cordiala si muntele ascetic nu mai fac de mult parte din peisajul meu cotidian, din echilibrul igienic al vietii mele launtrice. Nu mai am timp pentru prietenie, pentru taclaua voioasa, pentru cheful asezat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt ocupat. Sunt grabit.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt iritat, hartuit, coplesit de lehamite. Am o existenta de ghiseu: mi se cer servicii, mi se fac comenzi, mi se solicita interventii, sfaturi si complicitati. Am devenit mizantrop. Doua treimi din metabolismul meu mental se epuizeaza in nervi de conjunctura, agenda mea zilnica e un inventar de urgente minore. Gandesc pe sponci, stimulat de provocari meschine. Imi incep ziua apoplectic, injurand "situatiunea": gropile din drum, moravurile soferilor autohtoni, caldura (sau frigul), praful (sau noroiul), morala politicienilor, gramatica gazetarilor, modele ideologice, cacofoniile noii arhitecturi, demagogia, coruptia, bezmeticia tranzitiei. Abia daca mai inregistrez desenul ametitator al cate unei siluete feminine, inocenta vreunui suras, farmecul tacut al cate unui colt de strada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns sa ma comport ca si cum Hrebenciuc si Cozmanca, Sechelariu si Vanghelie, Ciorbea si Mihaela Tatu, Andreea Marin si Adrian Nastase, Constantinescu si Agathon, Talpes si Garcea ar exista cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colectionez antipatii si prilejuri de insatisfactie. Scriu despre mizerii si maruntisuri. Bomban toata ziua, mi-am pierdut increderea in virtutile natiei si soarta tarii, in rostul lumii. Am un portret tot ai greu digerabil. Patriotii de parada m-au trecut la tradatori, neoliberalii la conservatori, postmodernistii la etilisti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batranilor le apar frivol, tinerilor - reactionar. Una peste alta, mi-am pierdut buna dispozitie, elanul, jubilatia. Nu mai am ragazuri fertile, reverii autenticitati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma misc, de dimineata pana seara, intr-un univers artificial, agitat, infectat de trivialitate.&lt;br /&gt;Apetitul vital a devenit anemic, placerea de a fi si-a pierdut amplitudinea si suculenta. Respir crispat si pripit, ca intr-o etuva. Cand cineva trece printr-o asemenea criza de vina e, in primul rand, urmoarea proprie. Te poti acuza ca ai consimtit in prea mare masura imediatului, ca nu stii sa-ti dozezi timpul si afectele, ca nu mai deosebesti intre esential si accesoriu ca, in sfarsit, ai scos din calculul zilnic valorile zenitale. Dar nu se poate trece cu vederea nici ambianta toxica a momentului si a veacului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntem napaditi de probleme secunde. Avem preocupari de mana a doua, avem conducatori de mana a doua, traim sub presiunea multipla a necesitatii. Ni se ofera taxe mediocre, show-uri de prost gust, conditii de viata umilitoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns sa nu mai avem simturi, idei, imaginatie. Ne-am uratit, ne-am instrainat cu totul de simplitatea polifonica a lumii, de pasiunea vietii depline. Nu mai avem puterea de a admira si de a lauda, cu o genuina evlavie, splendoarea Creatiei, vazduhul, marile, pamantul si oamenii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntem turmentati si sumbri. Abia daca ne mai putem suporta. Exista, pentru acest derapaj primejdios, o terapie plauzibila? Da, cu conditia sa ne dam seama de gravitatea primejdiei. Cu conditia sa impunem atentiei noastre zilnice alte prioritati si alte orizonturi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267926565850592007-1552507956292797586?l=anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1552507956292797586/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=267926565850592007&amp;postID=1552507956292797586' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/1552507956292797586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/1552507956292797586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/despre-frumusetea-pierduta-vietii.html' title=''/><author><name>BuBuLyNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989088765269874764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaHiG2mXNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSVXBPOXSxA/S220/5PXiyK438535-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267926565850592007.post-3688990026950813871</id><published>2010-01-13T13:48:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:17:12.372+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singuratate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>Singuratate....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S1YZ9zGaYGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RySIc0lCj5g/s1600-h/singuratate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428554950321528930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S1YZ9zGaYGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RySIc0lCj5g/s400/singuratate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seara de seara ajung acasa si, ca de obicei, nu ma asteapta nimeni la usa, nu se bucura nimeni ca am sosit...totul in jurul meu este gol, mult prea gol pentru mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa ce ma dezmortesc putin din frigul de afara ma pregatesc sa ma bag in patul care, si in aceasta seara ca si in cele din ultimul an, este tot gol si rece si...mult prea mare pentru mine. Simt ca mi se inchid ochii dar incerc sa raman treaza...vreau sa imi aduc aminte de clipele minunate petrecute impreuna atatia ani...adorm strangand in brate perna pe care candva, odata, am dormit amandoi...parca inca si acuma iti mai poarta parfumul...Sunt constienta ca ma amagesc singura dar, ce pot face? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am o multime de ganduri si idei in minte pe care nu stiu cum sa le impart...care sa le pastrez si care sa le arunc...de ce este asa de greu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oare lui ii pasa cat de cat de mine? Se intreaba oare ce mai fac sau cum o mai duc? Se gandeste la mine macar putin din multul timp in care eu ma gandesc la el? Nu cred....nu are cum...ar fi dat macar un telefon sau un mesaj ca raspuns la toate mesajele care i le-am trimis pana acuma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S-a implinit un an de cand povestea noastra a luat sfarsit si tot atata timp de cand soarele nu a mai rasarit pe strada mea...enorm de mult si cu toate astea nu ma pot obisnui fara el...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciudatenia cea mai aiurea este faptul ca eu, in sufletul meu, simt ca inca ii mai apartin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se spune ca timpul le vindeca pe toate dar, se pare, ca nu este chiar asa...La mine parca, totul este exact pe dos - simt ca ma adnacesc intr-o prapastie din care nu stiu cum sa mai ies sau daca am sa mai ies vreodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L-am iubit atat de mult incat, acuma chiar daca il urasc pentru ca m-a lasat asa, singura, inca il mai iubesc si imi doresc sa se intoarca la mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Asa este mai bine pentru amandoi...O sa imi dai dreptate mai tarziu!"...acestea au fost ultimele lui cuvinte, dupa care a plecat. De unde stia el ce e mai bine pentru mine cand tot ce imi doresc eu este sa imi fie alaturi??? A plecat si si-a creat o viata din care eu nu ma faceam parte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma simt legata de trecut si nu stiu cum sa rup aceste lanturi ca sa o pot luat de la inceput...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incerc si nu pot...simt si cred ca se va intoarce inapoi...sunt naiva pentru ca vreau sa cred ca ma mai iubeste si ca totul va fi bine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si uite asa, a mai trecut o luna...si inca o luna...eu astept...dar el nu vine...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267926565850592007-3688990026950813871?l=anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3688990026950813871/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=267926565850592007&amp;postID=3688990026950813871' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/3688990026950813871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/3688990026950813871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/singuratate.html' title='Singuratate....'/><author><name>BuBuLyNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989088765269874764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaHiG2mXNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSVXBPOXSxA/S220/5PXiyK438535-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/S1YZ9zGaYGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RySIc0lCj5g/s72-c/singuratate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267926565850592007.post-4280524399891180930</id><published>2009-10-10T22:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:19:42.665+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A new begining has been started ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/StDc2xUOC5I/AAAAAAAAADs/pSaJenQGg8Q/s1600-h/83a04cd4bc2053812ec85cewb6.jpg"&gt;Pentru tine si pentru un nou inceput alaturi de tine ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/StDc2xUOC5I/AAAAAAAAADs/pSaJenQGg8Q/s1600-h/83a04cd4bc2053812ec85cewb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/StDc2xUOC5I/AAAAAAAAADs/pSaJenQGg8Q/s400/83a04cd4bc2053812ec85cewb6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391051587471674258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267926565850592007-4280524399891180930?l=anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4280524399891180930/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=267926565850592007&amp;postID=4280524399891180930' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/4280524399891180930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/4280524399891180930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='A new begining has been started ...'/><author><name>BuBuLyNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989088765269874764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaHiG2mXNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSVXBPOXSxA/S220/5PXiyK438535-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/StDc2xUOC5I/AAAAAAAAADs/pSaJenQGg8Q/s72-c/83a04cd4bc2053812ec85cewb6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267926565850592007.post-1915317626823410043</id><published>2009-06-02T12:00:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:04:37.453+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Copilarie ..... Adolescenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SiTqe41y1EI/AAAAAAAAADk/t5lgD0JHnuE/s1600-h/albumf28611n169021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342652874343240770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SiTqe41y1EI/AAAAAAAAADk/t5lgD0JHnuE/s200/albumf28611n169021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ce inseamna trecerea de la copilarie la adolescenta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trecerea tanarului spre maturitate ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trecerea sufletului liber spre iubire si inlantuire cu sufletul pereche ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Trecerea spre libertate ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Trecerea vietii spre moarte ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267926565850592007-1915317626823410043?l=anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1915317626823410043/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=267926565850592007&amp;postID=1915317626823410043' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/1915317626823410043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/1915317626823410043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/copilarie-adolescenta.html' title='Copilarie ..... Adolescenta'/><author><name>BuBuLyNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989088765269874764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaHiG2mXNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSVXBPOXSxA/S220/5PXiyK438535-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SiTqe41y1EI/AAAAAAAAADk/t5lgD0JHnuE/s72-c/albumf28611n169021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267926565850592007.post-5194223405806373239</id><published>2009-05-28T10:29:00.012+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:21:41.124+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>Pentru tine ... pentru ca .... TE IUBESC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/Sh5IyjCIT3I/AAAAAAAAADU/6X8hAd0YTD8/s1600-h/Love_32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340786241342820210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/Sh5IyjCIT3I/AAAAAAAAADU/6X8hAd0YTD8/s200/Love_32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sa iubesti inseamna sa-ti asumi cel mai mare risc ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inseamna sa-ti pui viitorul si fericirea in mainile altuia ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inseamna sa crezi fara rezerve ... Sa accepti sa fi vulnerabil ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sa daruiesti si sa sacrifici totul fara speranta ... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;asta e iubire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ranile sufletului se vindeca cu dragoste ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:85%;" &gt;... iubeste sa fii iubit ... iarta sa fii fericit ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nimic nu este greu in viata daca ai iubirea alaturi ... Iar iubirea mea esti &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;TU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... insa, fara ea, inima va fi mereu trista ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sa nu uiti ... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;"Sa te indragostesti este usor... sa ramai indragostit cere efort..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340776645721922530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/Sh5AEAj1G-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/S1523gFWMQA/s200/Love_47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iar inima mea este indragostita de tine ... este la tine si iti apartine !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soarele a aparut pe strada mea cand te-am cunoscut pe tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... pentru ca eu ... (te voi iubi) ... inca "Te iubesc!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si stii ca impreuna... totul este mult mai frumos, pentru ca ne iubim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... si asta ne ocupa tot timpul ... pentru asta facem sacrificii ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... pentru a fi impreuna mereu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tu imi umplii lumea cu iubire si sunt fericita pentru ca, in sfarsit, te-am gasit ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; si esti doar al meu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eram numai noi doi si &lt;em&gt;UNIVERSUL ... &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORICE DRUM&lt;/strong&gt; e mai frumos &lt;strong&gt;IN DOI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... iar drumul nostru este cel al iubirii ... &lt;em&gt;Te iubesc ...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Te ador ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As vrea sa te am mereu langa mine ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dragostea mea pentru tine se afla deasupra oricarui alt lucru ... si asa va ramane ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acum nu mai este secret, vreau sa afle toata lumea... sa stie ca &lt;em&gt;eu doar pe TINE te iubesc &lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si numai tu esti cel care imi stie slabiciunile si care mi-a fost alaturi intotdeauna ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/Sh5IjDZ3i6I/AAAAAAAAADM/y88DeeC-oEQ/s1600-h/Love_72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340785975154412450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/Sh5IjDZ3i6I/AAAAAAAAADM/y88DeeC-oEQ/s200/Love_72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pentru dragostea noastra ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pentru ca exista ... &lt;/em&gt;Si pentru tine &lt;em&gt;IUBITUL MEU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Astfel te iubesc eu pe tine ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Vreau mereu sa stii, eu te voi iubi ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;pana-n clipa-n care eu nu voi mai fi..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267926565850592007-5194223405806373239?l=anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5194223405806373239/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=267926565850592007&amp;postID=5194223405806373239' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/5194223405806373239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/5194223405806373239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/pentru-tine-pentru-ca-te-iubesc.html' title='Pentru tine ... pentru ca .... TE IUBESC'/><author><name>BuBuLyNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989088765269874764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaHiG2mXNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSVXBPOXSxA/S220/5PXiyK438535-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/Sh5IyjCIT3I/AAAAAAAAADU/6X8hAd0YTD8/s72-c/Love_32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267926565850592007.post-6484855892947134919</id><published>2009-04-26T11:54:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:37:21.301+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Idei care aduc zambetul pe buzele persoanei iubite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SfQqoYHwmcI/AAAAAAAAACs/Mfnl8cSLLkY/s1600-h/Love_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328931132244269506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SfQqoYHwmcI/AAAAAAAAACs/Mfnl8cSLLkY/s200/Love_23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SfQqDZzaoHI/AAAAAAAAACk/UNdagvNInbE/s1600-h/Love_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M-am gandit sa astern pe aceasta pagina toate ideile care le-am gasit cu un &lt;strong&gt;"search about love"&lt;/strong&gt; si, care, sper sa va ajute sa faceti persoana iubita sa zambeasca si sa se simta importanta pentru voi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Cele mai frumoase lucruri sunt acelea cand faci un cadou neasteptat intr-un moment cu totul neasteptat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Te intalnesti cu persoana iubita ... cumpara-i ceva, indiferent ce, asa cum ai simtit in acel moment ... nu trebuie sa fie ceva scump ... poate sa fie o ciocolata, un fir de floare, un trandafir poate ... o sa fie foarte fericita cand o sa vada ca te-ai gandit la ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Stii ca este la cursuri, la servici sau ocupata? Trimite-i un mesaj care nu o sa-i ia prea mult timp ca sa-l citeasca, in care sa-i scrii un simplu si sincer "Te iubesc" venit din suflet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Stii ce formatie ii place? Sau este o persoana careia ii place sa mearga la spectacole de teatru si are o piesa preferata? Intereseaza ce ruleaza pe Broadway si daca este ceea ce prefera ea, cumpara biletele si nu i le arata decat cu o zi inainte de spectacol. O sa fie foarte incantata si fericita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Esti lipsit de idei? Sau te-ai cam plictisit sa-i tot cumperi flori? Cumpara cateva baloane de culori diferite si formeaza un buchet viu colorat din ele. O sa fie ceva unic si frumos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Iti este mai greu sa iti exprimi verbal sentimentele ce i le porti? Poti incerca sa scrii pe cartonase mesaje de dragoste pe care sa i le arati fara a spune absolut nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Trimite-i o felicitare pe net prin care sa-i arati ca te gandesti la ea, ca iti este dor de ea ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Sa incerci sa nu uiti ziua in care v-ati cunoscut sau ziua in care ai sarutat-o prima data. Daca jumatatea ta este o fata, faptul ca-i vei spune un simplu "La multi ani, iubita mea!" si o vei saruta, o va suprinde enorm ca ai tinut minte data aniversarii voastre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Scriei o scrisoare in care sa scrii 100 de motive pentru care o placi... o iubesti ... esti alaturi de ea. Cititi-o impreuna si in acest fel poate sa-ti spuna si ea, motivele pentru care este alaturi de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Chiar daca nu ai voce, ii poti fredona melodia preferata. O sa fie amuzant ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Daca ai imaginatie, poti decupa dintr-un carton, o inima pe care sa o colorezi intr-un rosu aprins si sa i-o daruiesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; De fiecare data cand plecati undeva, luati aparatul foto cu voi. Puteti face fotografii frumoase cu voi si, de ce nu, sa va creati un album propriu cu poze in ordine cronolgica pentru a va aduce mai tarziu aminte de clipele frumoase petrecuta impreuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; Poti sa-ti mai suprinzi persoana iubita, punandu-i in geanta sau in buzunar, o mica felicitare de dragoste, dar fara ca sa fi vazut. Cand o va gasi se va bucura garantat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; Daca intr-o seara nu aveti planuri, o poti invita la o plimbare prin oras, fara o tinta anume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; Oricine se pricepe sa lucreze pe calculator ... Creeaza un slide cu pozele voastre preferate la care poti adauga si melodia pe care amandoi o adorati, si astfel ii vei face un cadou si o supriza frumoasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; In Ajunul Craciunului, imbracate in Mos Craciun si intreaba persoana iubita daca a fost cuminte si ce isi doreste ca sa-i aduca mosul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; Realizeaza un calendar in care sa pui pe fila fiecarei luni, o poza cu voi doi ... si daca poza mai este si reprezentativa pentru anotimpul din care luna face parte, este absolut minunat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SfQpT-eensI/AAAAAAAAACc/NIGKT30sW_o/s1600-h/showing_some_love_comment_graphic_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328929682251226818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SfQpT-eensI/AAAAAAAAACc/NIGKT30sW_o/s200/showing_some_love_comment_graphic_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sper ca v-am fost de ajutor ... Va pup si aveti grija de voi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.:&lt;/strong&gt; Scrieti-mi si mie daca ati incercat ceva din ce v-am scris mai sus si cum a iesit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267926565850592007-6484855892947134919?l=anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6484855892947134919/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=267926565850592007&amp;postID=6484855892947134919' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/6484855892947134919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/6484855892947134919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/idei-care-aduc-zambetul-pe-buzele.html' title='Idei care aduc zambetul pe buzele persoanei iubite'/><author><name>BuBuLyNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989088765269874764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaHiG2mXNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSVXBPOXSxA/S220/5PXiyK438535-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SfQqoYHwmcI/AAAAAAAAACs/Mfnl8cSLLkY/s72-c/Love_23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267926565850592007.post-6248175753508584345</id><published>2008-12-14T23:11:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:11:05.045+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd053a6de23f8ac5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd053a6de23f8ac5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331405224%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C69B9E67C2834C92615CD7B9BD9CFE3BDD42A5C.20155FC08EE5FFDDF528D6225ECCD3C413C666C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd053a6de23f8ac5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV1wAyUVEYlWcoZ5vk50MjaF9aRE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd053a6de23f8ac5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331405224%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C69B9E67C2834C92615CD7B9BD9CFE3BDD42A5C.20155FC08EE5FFDDF528D6225ECCD3C413C666C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd053a6de23f8ac5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV1wAyUVEYlWcoZ5vk50MjaF9aRE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nu-mi pasa ca ma sting usor... asteptand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Nisip purtat de vant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Nisip purtat de vant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Doar lacrimi mi-ai lasat si-un suflet pierdut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Sa-mi tina de urat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Respir un aer trist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Orasul parca-i stins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Si strazi se pierd in umbra mea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Iar norii plang din vina ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Dar eu am gandu-n stele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; M-am agatat de ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Stele cad, fara rost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Le-am spus ca nu te-ai mai intors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Nu-mi pasa ca ma sting usor...asteptand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Nisip purtat de vant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Nisip purtat de vant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Doar lacrimi mi-ai lasat si-un suflet pierdut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Sa-mi tina de urat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Sa-mi tina de urat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Sunt doar vise, par desprinse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Dintr-o poveste ce s-a sters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Iar nopti la rand o retraiesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Si scriu din nou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Si-o recitesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Am pierdut ce mai iubesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In zadar sper s-o gasesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Nu-mi pasa ca ma sting usor, asteptand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Nisip purtat de vant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Nisip purtat de vant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Doar lacrimi mi-ai lasat si-un suflet pierdut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Sa-mi tina de urat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Sa-mi tina de urat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Nisïp purtat de vant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267926565850592007-6248175753508584345?l=anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cd053a6de23f8ac5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6248175753508584345/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=267926565850592007&amp;postID=6248175753508584345' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/6248175753508584345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/6248175753508584345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/2008/12/nu-mi-pasa-ca-ma-sting-usor.html' title=''/><author><name>BuBuLyNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989088765269874764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaHiG2mXNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSVXBPOXSxA/S220/5PXiyK438535-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267926565850592007.post-9143754478293635975</id><published>2008-12-14T20:20:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:45:01.911+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Scrisoarea unui copil cuminte către Moş Craciun ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SUVP-O8roII/AAAAAAAAACM/sZngvGjVwC4/s1600-h/MosCraciun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279714068744872066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SUVP-O8roII/AAAAAAAAACM/sZngvGjVwC4/s200/MosCraciun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt; FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dlagă Mos Clăciun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt; FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Copiii lăi, m-au supălat&lt;br /&gt;La glădiniţă cu o veste,&lt;br /&gt;Că Mos Clăciun, e o poveste,&lt;br /&gt;Nu e, si nu a ezigstat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Că nu ale nici sănioală,&lt;br /&gt;Nici balbă albă, nasu' losu,&lt;br /&gt;Chial au si lâs, că noaptea Mosu'&lt;br /&gt;Pe cosu casei nu coboală;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost atât de indispus&lt;br /&gt;Si-am plâns cu laclimi suspinând,&lt;br /&gt;Pe Mos Clăciun îl stiu decând&lt;br /&gt;Pe mine balza m-a adus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da' ca să mă conving, am stat&lt;br /&gt;Cu ochii mici sub plăpumioală,&lt;br /&gt;Făcându-mă că dolm de-aseală&lt;br /&gt;Să-l văd si io măcal odat'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Întl-un tâlziu, palcă plin vis,&lt;br /&gt;L-am auzit plin dolmitol&lt;br /&gt;Pe la pălinţi, venind în zbol&lt;br /&gt;Că ei aveau geamul deschis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiptil apoi, s-a dus glăbit,&lt;br /&gt;Tlecând plin hol cu sacu-i plin,&lt;br /&gt;(Că l-am văzut umbla puţin)&lt;br /&gt;La pomu' male-mpodobit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub cale-a pus Mosu', galant&lt;br /&gt;Si giucălii si ciocolată....&lt;br /&gt;Vă povestesc io altădată&lt;br /&gt;Că alţeva-i mai impoltant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Că după ţe a fost el gata&lt;br /&gt;Si cum pe toate el le stie,&lt;br /&gt;A tlas din sticla de lachie&lt;br /&gt;Pitită în balcon de tata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-a dus si în bucătălie,&lt;br /&gt;A tot cătat plin fligidel,&lt;br /&gt;(Că nu i-e flică lui de gel)&lt;br /&gt;Mâncând cu poftă din piftie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tot tiptil a si plecat,&lt;br /&gt;Mai vesel palcă si vioi,&lt;br /&gt;Da' milosea a ustuloi&lt;br /&gt;Pe flunte când m-a sălutat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa că io, as vlea să stie&lt;br /&gt;Copiii lăi, că Mos Clăciun&lt;br /&gt;Ezigstă si e tale bun......&lt;br /&gt;Si fălă să fac băscălie,&lt;br /&gt;Îi plaţe ţuică si piftie....&lt;br /&gt;Cledeţi-mă când io v-o spun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Am povestit ţe s-a-ntâmplat&lt;br /&gt;Si lu tăticu' si mămica,&lt;br /&gt;Si flate, toată ziulica&lt;br /&gt;Atât de mult s-au minunat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267926565850592007-9143754478293635975?l=anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/feeds/9143754478293635975/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=267926565850592007&amp;postID=9143754478293635975' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/9143754478293635975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/9143754478293635975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/2008/12/scrisoarea-unui-copil-cuminte-ctre-mo.html' title=''/><author><name>BuBuLyNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989088765269874764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaHiG2mXNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSVXBPOXSxA/S220/5PXiyK438535-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SUVP-O8roII/AAAAAAAAACM/sZngvGjVwC4/s72-c/MosCraciun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267926565850592007.post-5342375920919111622</id><published>2008-11-21T17:13:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:43:28.747+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Container City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSbUYzJSRqI/AAAAAAAAABk/HdVR-OO1JXY/s1600-h/Container+city_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271133936394847906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSbUYzJSRqI/AAAAAAAAABk/HdVR-OO1JXY/s200/Container+city_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Containers to live in !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Containers are an extremely flexible method of construction, being both modular in shape, extremely strong structurally and readily available. Container Cities offer an alternative solution to traditional space provision. They are ideal for office and workspace, live-work and key-worker housing. Container Cities do not even have to look like containers! It is a relatively simple matter to completely clad a building externally in a huge variety of materials. Finally the benefits of Container Cities can truly be seen in short and medium term land use projects. Short-life sites can have Container Cities that sim&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSbV0mGYEQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bw56xZGgp2s/s1600-h/Container+city_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271135513440948482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSbV0mGYEQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bw56xZGgp2s/s200/Container+city_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ply unbolt and can be relocated or stored when land is required for alternative uses. To date this alternative method of construction has successfully created youth centres, classrooms, office space, artists studios, live/work space, a nursery and retail space.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSbTjY4kd6I/AAAAAAAAABU/7QBSeQvGuSk/s1600-h/Container+city_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271133018812348322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSbTjY4kd6I/AAAAAAAAABU/7QBSeQvGuSk/s200/Container+city_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Container City™ is an innovative and highly versatile system that provides stylish and affordable accommodation for a range of uses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devised by &lt;a href="http://www.containercity.com/introduction.html#"&gt;Urban Space Management Ltd&lt;/a&gt;, the Container City™ system uses shipping containers linked together to provide high strength, prefabricated steel modules that can be combined to create a wide variety of building shapes and adapted to suit most planning or end user needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSbUxOanBQI/AAAAAAAAABs/PXns3BRMRmY/s1600-h/Container+city_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271134356032128258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSbUxOanBQI/AAAAAAAAABs/PXns3BRMRmY/s200/Container+city_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This modular technology enables construction times and cost to be reduced by up to half that of traditional building techniques while remaining significantly more environmentally friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To date Urban Space Management Ltd has successfully used the Container City™ system to create office space, retail space, artist studios, a nursery, youth centres and live / work space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/267926565850592007-5342375920919111622?l=anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5342375920919111622/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=267926565850592007&amp;postID=5342375920919111622' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/5342375920919111622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/267926565850592007/posts/default/5342375920919111622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anutza-anutzablog.blogspot.com/2008/11/container-city.html' title='Container City'/><author><name>BuBuLyNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989088765269874764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaHiG2mXNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSVXBPOXSxA/S220/5PXiyK438535-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSbUYzJSRqI/AAAAAAAAABk/HdVR-OO1JXY/s72-c/Container+city_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267926565850592007.post-4654090265763679184</id><published>2008-11-21T11:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:17:06.614+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Avem timp" de Octavian Paller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaDfmQui4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/mc7HvCs1RMs/s1600-h/3d_1486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 176px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271044992753634178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X1yDS7z1aCk/SSaDfmQui4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/mc7HvCs1RMs/s200/3d_1486.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Avem timp ..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;Avem timp pentru toate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sa dormim, sa alergam in dreapta si-n stanga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sa regretam c-am gresit si sa gresim din nou, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sa-i judecam pe altii si sa ne absolvim pe noi insine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Avem timp sa citim si sa scriem,&lt;br /&gt;Sa corectam ce-am scris, sa regretam ce-am scris, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Avem timp sa facem proiecte si sa nu le respectam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Avem timp sa ne facem iluzii si sa rascolim prin cenusa lor mai tarziu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Avem timp pentru ambitii si boli, sa invinovatim destinul si amanuntele, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Avem timp sa privim norii, reclamele sau un accident oarecare, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Avem timp sa ne-alungam intrebarile, sa amanam raspunsurile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Avem timp sa sfaramam un vis si sa-l reinventam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Avem timp sa ne facem prieteni, sa-i pierdem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Avem timp sa primim lectii si sa le uitam dupa-aceea, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Avem timp sa primim daruri si sa nu le-ntelegem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Avem timp pentru toate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nu e timp doar pentru putina tandrete. Cand sa facem si asta - murim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat unele lucruri in viata pe care vi le impartasesc si voua !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca nu poti face pe cineva sa te iubeasca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tot ce poti face este sa fii o persoana iubita. Restul ... depinde de ceilalti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca oricat mi-ar pasa mie Altora s-ar putea sa nu le pase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca dureaza ani sa castigi incredere si ca doar in cateva secunde poti sa o pierzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza CE ai in viata ci PE CINE ai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca te descurci si ti-e de folos farmecul circa 15 minute dupa aceea, insa, ar fi bine sa stii ceva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa te compari cu ceea ce pot altii mai bine sa faca ci cu ceea ce poti tu sa faci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza ce li se intampla oamenilor ci conteaza ceea ce pot eu sa fac pentru a rezolva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca oricum ai taia orice lucru are doua fete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa te desparti de cei dragi cu cuvinte calde, s-ar putea sa fie ultima oara cand ii vezi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca poti continua inca mult timp dupa ce ai spus ca nu mai poti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca eroi sunt cei care fac ce trebuie, cand trebuie indiferent de consecinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca sunt oameni care te iubesc dar nu stiu s-o arate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand sunt suparat am DREPTUL sa fiu suparat, dar nu am dreptul sa fiu si rau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca prietenia adevarata continua sa existe chiar si la distanta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Iar asta este valabil si pentru iubirea adevarata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca, daca cineva nu te iubeste cum ai vrea tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;nu inseamna ca nu te iubeste din tot sufletul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent cat de bun iti este un prieten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;oricum te va rani din cand in cand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Iar tu trebuie sa-l ierti pentru asta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca nu este intotdeauna de ajuns sa fii iertat de altii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Cateodata trebuie sa inveti sa te ierti pe tine insuti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent cat de mult suferi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;lumea nu se va opri in loc pentru durerea ta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca trecutul si circumstantele ti-ar putea influenta personalitatea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dar ca TU esti responsabil pentru ceea ce devii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca, daca doi oameni se cearta, nu inseamna ca nu se iubesc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Si nici faptul ca nu se cearta nu dovedeste ca se iubesc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca uneori trebuie sa pui persoana pe primul loc si nu faptele sale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca doi oameni pot privi acelasi lucru si pot vedea ceva total diferit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent de consecinte cei care sunt cinstiti cu ei insisi ajung mai departe in viata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca viata iti poate fi schimbata in cateva ore de catre oameni care nici nu te cunosc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca si atunci cand crezi ca nu mai ai nimic de dat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Cand te striga un prieten vei gasi puterea de a-l ajuta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am invatat ca scrisul Ca si vorbitul poate linisti durerile sufletesti. 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