<?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-2249433713307872428</id><updated>2012-01-12T12:36:38.978+02:00</updated><title type='text'>׃ჯ KANDY ׃ჯ</title><subtitle type='html'>Fiecare dintre noi spera la ceva , iar atunci cand speranta dispare ... Spunem ca totul e pierdut ... Insa de la acel moment,mai putem continua mai mult decat ne puteam astepta !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-7565992568501074372</id><published>2012-01-03T21:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:46:26.085+02:00</updated><title type='text'>why..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;De ce nu e posibil sa-ti educi sufletul ? sa faca doar ceea ce-i permiti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;De ce nu le poti porunci ochilor pe cine sa priveasca cu dragoste si pe cine nu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;De ce nu poti sa-i poruncesti inimii sa nu mai bata uneori ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;De ce nu poti opri timpul in loc ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Si mai ales...ce semnifica defapt iubirea adevarata ? E oare reala ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-7565992568501074372?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/7565992568501074372/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2012/01/why.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7565992568501074372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7565992568501074372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2012/01/why.html' title='why..?'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-6941543580979711930</id><published>2011-11-24T22:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:17:28.199+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasiune inselatoare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j59uuNjpd1E/Ts6iMxzqtzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3Phkl2XFJ68/s1600/in-ploaie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j59uuNjpd1E/Ts6iMxzqtzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3Phkl2XFJ68/s200/in-ploaie.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A pasit pe trotuarul umed , incercand sa isi aminteasca daca din graba a uitat ceva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;S-a oprit , uitandu-se continuu spre coltul in care el urma sa apara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In cateva zeci de secunde l-a zarit pasind hotarat spre sosea.A intors usor capul , atingand cu buzele nasturele inghetat al paltonului .A tresarit usor , apoi l-a furat cu coada ochiului cateva secunde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nu-l vazuse de zile intregi ; Era asa cum il stia din totdeauna : priverea rece , ochii aprigi si pozitia dreapta a corpului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Au ramas in aceeasi formatie cateva minute ; ea de-o parte , el de cealalta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Din cand in cand fiecare dintre ei trisau , privindu-se amagitor spre a depista schimbarile ce ar fi putut aparea intr-un timp relativ scurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pareau amandoi linistiti , insa in interior lucrurile nu erau tocmai asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Stiau amandoi ca nu va fi acesta sfarsitul , stiau ca se doresc atat de mult incat vor ceda.Ea totusi nu vroia sa se gandeasca la astfel de lucruri , isi facuse destul rau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In final , ea s-a indepartat spre o statie vecina , sperand ca vantul rece sa nu ii mai arda fata atunci cand ii usuca lacrimile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;El a ramas in urma , a privit-o lung , apoi urmarindu-i fiecare miscare , a pornit in spatele ei pe acelasi drum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Era ca si cum ar fi urmat-o pana la capat , indiferent unde il va duce ; Ca si cum i-ar fi fost teama ca ea sa nu pateasca ceva rau sub ochii lui ; Parea ca se lasa purtat de sentimente facand intocmai ce-i dicteaza inima ;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Drumurile s-au despartit insa ; Ea a oprit un taxi , indepartandu-se usor , usor de locul unde el incremenise privind-o cum ii scapa printre degete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Intreaga zi s-au gandit unul la celalalt ; Ea era deja obisnuita sa verse lacrimi de dor , insa de aceasta data focul se aprinsese si in sufletul lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ii era teama , ca odata ajunsa la destinatie un " altul " o va cuprinde in brate si ii va spune cat este de frumoasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pe de alta parte , stia ca inima ei e la el , si ca in ochii sai nimeni nu-l va putea egala , chiar daca noul ei iubit ar avea de zeci de ori mai multe calitati, si s-ar comporta de mii de ori mai frumos decat el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Zilele treceau , si ea plangea seara de seara auzind in jurul sau numai zvonuri cum ca cel ce ii tine inima captiva deja ar fii inlocuit-o ; Ramanea pe ganduri cand vedea notificarile lui de pe retelele de socializare , ce contineau numai semne din partea rivalelor sale , ce concurau pentru inima lui , considerandu-l un simplu trofeu , ce odata castigat , e lasat in vitrina ca si cum nu ar semnifica nimic , transformandu-se foarte usor intr-un obiect vechi si prafuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Stia ca e singura care il vrea pentru ceea ce e , il iubeste neconditionat si cea care il cunoaste atat de bine.Totusi in aceste momente de cumpana , pare ca nu-l cunoaste deloc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Totul a continuat asa , pana cand .. Intr-o zi de vineri s-au intalnit din nou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Le era dor sa se priveasca , sa glumeasca si sa se necajeasca unul pe celalalt.Toate astea s-au intamplat , pana cand , intr-un moment de liniste , privind-o adanc , i-a inlaturat parul de pe obraji , si a sarutat-o usor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ea a izbucnit in lacrimi , prizandu-l de mana , dorindu-l din ce in ce mai mult , fiindu-i imposibil sa se abtina din a-l saruta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In final au ajuns la destinatie , separandu-si drumurile ;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Intreaga zi s-a gandit la el , au inceput sa comunice ca inainte , au clarificat vorbele rele ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Isi imagina ca il va avea din nou , ca toata suferinta nu a fost in zadar , ca o picatura hoinara de dragoste se mai afla si in sufletul lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Seara s-au intalnit din nou , lasandu-se prada sarutarilor pline de pasiune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ea a ajuns acasa zambind , toti mirandu-se de seninatatea sa ciudata , avand in vedere starea sa de spirit din ultima luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cu zambetul pe buze , a aprins computerul pentru a continua sa tina legatura cu cel ce tocmai ii confirmase toate banuielile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isi pregateste pozele cu ei , din vremea cand erau de nedespartit,urmand ca unele noi sa le inlocuiasca in curand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Abia asteptase momentul in care va putea sa se afiseze din nou fara incordare in prezenta lui .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Intra in contul sau de pe site-ul de socializare , ii acceseaza profilul si ramane incremenita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se ridica de pe scaun , dar cade in genunchi plangand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In topul actualizarilor lui , se deslusea starea sa civila &amp;nbsp;, insotita de o poza ce focalizase un sarut fals , rece si inselator , ce se desfasurase intr-un cadru deloc romantic , in care o alta fata juca rolul de "indragostita" standu-i incordata in brate ;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Acest sarut poate aparent neinsemnat , ei i-a distrus orice speranta , avand un impact emotional extrem de puternic asupra sa ; A realizat ca defapt pentru el nu insemnase nimic aceasta zi , in niciun caz ce reprezentase pentru ea ;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Si a sfarsit cum era de asteptat , tremurand intr-un colt al camerei sale , devenind o prada a depresiei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFW7OAXf94g/Ts6iFMnrMuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xKU7DrITNPs/s1600/sarut+in+p%255Bloaie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFW7OAXf94g/Ts6iFMnrMuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xKU7DrITNPs/s400/sarut+in+p%255Bloaie.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-6941543580979711930?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/6941543580979711930/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/11/pasiune-inselatoare.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6941543580979711930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6941543580979711930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/11/pasiune-inselatoare.html' title='Pasiune inselatoare.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j59uuNjpd1E/Ts6iMxzqtzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3Phkl2XFJ68/s72-c/in-ploaie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-6695934238621476339</id><published>2011-11-19T13:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T13:10:04.345+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunt tot eu ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znQyAuDWQsQ/TseOVHewn0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/x8nO1-IA51o/s1600/summer-memories.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znQyAuDWQsQ/TseOVHewn0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/x8nO1-IA51o/s320/summer-memories.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sunt tot eu , desi toti spuneti ca nu ma mai recunoasteti.Era normal , s-a rupt o parte din mine , de aici rezultand schimbarea asta rapida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cu totii incercati sa-mi smulgeti un zambet , incercati sa ma faceti sa inteleg ca nu e capat de lume..Dar nu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nu cred ca o sa reusesc sa inteleg vreodata , &amp;nbsp;pentru ca nu caut o explicatie , nu caut motive , caut doar linistea de altadata.Se dezlantuie o furtuna continuua in sufletul meu , parca nu se opreste niciodata , aduna tot in calea sa , imi tulbura fiecare zi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E a 16-a zi de cosmar , si nu s-a schimbat nimic ; aceeasi stare de spirit , acelasi om , aceleasi amintiri care nu-mi dau pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nu-mi ramane decat sa astept , sa numar orele , minutele, stiind ca o sa mai doara o luna , doua , trei ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sa merg pe strada si sa-mi apara in fata , sa inchid ochii si sa mi-i deschida o lacrima rece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sa trec prin acele locuri si sa-mi amintesc de tot , sa ma opresc intr-un colt fara sa mai aud ceva in jurul meu , sa mi se inclesteze buzele , fiindu-mi imposibil sa mai rostesc vreun cuvant, si sa ma pierd in timp avand doar prietenii ce incearca din rasputeri sa ma dezlege de trecut , insa ... fara rezultat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-6695934238621476339?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/6695934238621476339/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunt-tot-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6695934238621476339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6695934238621476339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunt-tot-eu.html' title='Sunt tot eu ...'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znQyAuDWQsQ/TseOVHewn0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/x8nO1-IA51o/s72-c/summer-memories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-3285806312603093070</id><published>2011-11-01T09:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:00:27.277+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inceput de noiembrie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Încă simt aroma clipelor in doi. Traiesc in trecut de ceva timp , si nu vreau sa imi revin vreodata , acolo totul e perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Au disparut culorile vii printre care ne plimbam , au disparut zambetele , caldura din priviri , s-au dus parca toate pe un taram necunoscut ; As face orice sa le recapat , insa am invatat ca trebuie sa iti las cale libera , pentru a te indrepta catre cine si ce iti doresti tu ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Doar gandul ca nu mai esti " acolo " ma face sa disper , sa ard de durere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In ultima vreme nu era chiar bine , cuvintele tale ma loveau seara de seara , raceala din sufletul tau imi ingheta cu totul sperantele si visele , insa stiam ca inca te pot atinge , iti pot auzi oricand vocea , te pot strange in brate si in suflet totul ramanea la fel ; Nu vroiam sa renunt la tine , nu acceptam ideea ca partea asta a vietii mele cladita de noi va cunoaste vreun sfarsit .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Era de ateptat sa doara , sa-mi lipsesti , sa trec prin starea de acum insa totul e atat de nesigur , parcă asta nu merita sa fie sfarsitul.Nu e menit sa fie asa , e imposibil ... S-a naruit totul dintr-o data si nu inteleg de ce ;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mă întreb continuu de ce a fost scris asa undeva in stele , de ce trebuie sa pierd acel suflet fara de care sunt goala pe dinauntru , n-am pic de liniste ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;M-am ascuns intr-un colt , privind in jurul meu ; Printre freamatul frunzelor ce cad parca iti aud vocea...E doar in mintea mea , asa ca ma prabusesc si eu odata cu ele intrebandu-ma printre lacrimi :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;De ce nu suntem acum impreuna , &amp;nbsp;privindu-ne prin ochi pana in adancul sufletului ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Unde au dispărut toate..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sfarsit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;PS : Mai stii ?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In caz ca te voi pierde , eu am sa te astept privind la geam in fiecare seara , am sa-mi aduc aminte cum ma strangeai in brate simtindu-ti bataile inimii.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chiar daca imi vei insela din nou iubirea cu vorbe dulci , eu tot te voi iubi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chiar daca imi gresesti te voi ierta si nu voi uita milioanele de clipe in care m-ai facut sa plang de bucurie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imi va tresari inima zi de zi , caci amintirea ta nu mi-ar fi de ajuns sa-mi hranesc dorul de tine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-3285806312603093070?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/3285806312603093070/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/11/inceput-de-noiembrie_01.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3285806312603093070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3285806312603093070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/11/inceput-de-noiembrie_01.html' title='Inceput de noiembrie.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-4691563253833699410</id><published>2011-10-30T12:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:33:04.995+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Niciodata sa nu spui " niciodata " !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Desi n-am crezut vreodata ca o sa ajung in acest punct , soarta mi-a dat o palma , reamintindu-mi ca ORICE E POSIBIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Iata cum eu , acea persoana ce scria povesti de amor traite pe viu , primind zeci de aprecieri din partea celor ce le citeau , scrie acum cuvinte ce dor , cuvinte pline de regret , pe scurt : seci si taioase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In aceste momente de cumpana , nu pot sa ma gandesc decat la durere ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nu ma gandeam vreodata , ca o sa fiu nevoita sa ma gandesc la fericirea lui , langa altcineva.Marturisesc ca nu credeam in cuvintele celor ce spuneau la sfarsit : " Vreau sa fii fericit , chiar daca asta implica o alta persoana langa tine ". Acum , in aceasta perioada de cosmar a destinului meu , cand simt un gol in inima , cand il vad cum i se ofileste zambetul sub ochii mei , iar eu nu-i mai pot reda nimic din ceea ce ii ofeream candva ,chiar si prin simpla mea prezenta , am inceput sa inteleg de ce persoanele respective rosteau asemenea cuvinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Secretul consta in faptul ca atunci cand iubesti cu adevarat si simti ca ceva numai merge , incerci tot felul de trucuri &amp;nbsp;sperand ca el sa nu plece de langa tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dar nu ! Gresesti , in modul asta nu faci decat sa-i injectezi otrava in suflet si-n ganduri...asa am gresit si eu , crezand ca impunandu-i limite clare am sa rezolv problemele ;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Timpul e ireversibil , nu am cum sa mai schimb ceva ; Credeam ca niciodata n-am sa te pierd , nu m-am gandit vreodata la viitorul meu fara tine , erai prezent in orice etapa a vietii mele , in toate visele mele ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Stau in fata oglinzii , ma privesc si-mi dau seama ce inseamn eu , fara iubirea ta. Imi dau seama ca am sa le duc dorul serilor de vara si clipelor petrecute alaturi de tine intotdeauna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Realizez ca nu am sa te uit niciodata , ca intr-adevar reprezinti esenta din viata mea , ca esti singurul care imi da puterea sa trec peste toate , ca ai devenit idealul meu pe care n-am sa-l mai ating probabil niciodata caci eu...te voi pierde...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ma gandesc la serile cand am sa merg acasa singura , cand am sa pasesc pe aleile parcului pe unde treceam impreuna seara de seara , cand am sa trec pragul casei mele fara a mai purta amprenta buzelor tale pe obrajii mei reci , si cand parfumul tau n-o sa se mai impregneze niciodata in hainele mele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Am sa iti simt lipsa oricand , in orice ; Serile vor fi un chin , n-am sa mai adorm cu vocea ta de partea cealalta a receptorului , obisnuinta de a verifica continuu daca am primit inca un mesaj de la cel ce-mi poarta sufletul odata cu pasii lui prin lume , va fii deasemenea un lucru ce-mi va aminti in fiecare minut de tine , de noi ... de tot! Si toate vor incepe din nou , odata cu dimineata , cand... nu-mi vei da niciun semn , cand &amp;nbsp;nu ma voi mai trezi zambind ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Stiu ca poate sunt cicalitoare , galagioasa , poate prea geloasa si plang prea mult si prea usor ; o mie de defecte ce ma fac sa cred ca nu sunt ceea ce tu cauti , insa intre toti spinii astia ce-mi alcatuiesc personalitatea se afla cealalta parte a mea , care te iubeste doar pe tine , din tot sufletul si isi doreste sa iti fie bine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Chiar daca ce urmeaza sa iti spun ma face sa inghit in sec si ma conduce spre o nemarginita suferinta , trebuie sa stii ca ceea ce conteaza e ca tu sa fii fericit ! Imi doresc sa ramai alaturi de mine , sa ne continuam povestea celor 19 luni impreuna , insa doar daca iti doresti si tu , doar daca simti ca nu poti sa dai cu piciorul la ceea ce am cladit amandoi , daca ideea departarii de persoana mea te conduce spre lacrimi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In final , tot ceea ce pot sa mai spun , e ca iti voi respecta decizia si un sincer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;TE IUBESC..:( !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4ijCdPiXU0/Tq0sVjkx3sI/AAAAAAAAALw/3oZMoQXLmKU/s1600/dragoste-tristete-terapie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4ijCdPiXU0/Tq0sVjkx3sI/AAAAAAAAALw/3oZMoQXLmKU/s320/dragoste-tristete-terapie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-4691563253833699410?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/4691563253833699410/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/10/niciodata-sa-nu-spui-niciodata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4691563253833699410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4691563253833699410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/10/niciodata-sa-nu-spui-niciodata.html' title='Niciodata sa nu spui &quot; niciodata &quot; !'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4ijCdPiXU0/Tq0sVjkx3sI/AAAAAAAAALw/3oZMoQXLmKU/s72-c/dragoste-tristete-terapie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-4658217577944550622</id><published>2011-09-28T22:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T22:55:34.372+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu esti bine ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Te simti rau , n-ai stare si te gandesti la ea.Te intrebi cine o incanta cu vorbe dulci acum cand tu nu-i esti aproape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pui mana pe telefon hotarat sa-ti recunosti greseala dar il arunci in perete si te agiti din ce in ce mai tare , orgoliul castiga din nou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Telefonul sare din perete , lasa o urma usoara si se intoarce spre tine ; in alunecarea lui precisa pe parchet , se opreste in piciorul scaunului pe care stai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ramai pe ganduri o clipa , il ridici si te uiti la ceas ; Realizezi ca de 2 ore nu stii nimic despre ea.Te gandesti continuu la cea care pana cum cateva ore era iubita ta , cea pentru care traiai .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E inevitabil sa nu realizezi ca ea valoreaza in fata ta cat 100 de femei adunate la un loc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Stii cu siguranta ca oricate candidate s-ar duela pentru obtinerea inimii tale , acest trofeu va ramane la ea mult timp de acum inainte !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Te gandesti ca te-a iertat de atatea ori si iti modela usor , usor toate imperfectiunile de caracter transformandu-te in barbatul visurilor ei , in idealul masculin ; Te invata cum s-o cuceresti si cum s-o faci sa se simta cea mai fericita in prezenta ta , lucruri pe care orice femeie si le-ar dori ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Poate acum te simti increzator si iti planifici urmatoarea tinta ; Cauti poate o dama cu parfum tare , ce poarta pe buze un ruj rosu aprins , si te poarta pe culmile fericirii la fiecare intalnire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dar tinta nu seamana deloc cu ea ; nu are formle ei ce te inebuneau , nu miroase la fel , nu are atingerea ei linistitoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Rujul pe care ti-l imprima pe camasa te face sa te simti vinovat , si sa iti ceri iertare in gandul tau ca desi o iubesti , ii faci asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Constati ca acea culme a fericirii e imaginara si crezi asta doar datorita comportamentului teatral al noii femei de langa tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Usor , usor constati ca nu asta e ceea ce iti doresti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O inviti sa te insoteasca la un eveniment mult-asteptat ; Accepta , facandu-si aparitia imbracata vulgar .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nu e genul tau , iti zboara gandul la ea , iubita ta cea simpla ,dar in acelasi timp cu gusturi fine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pe ringul de dans atrage cele mai multe priviri , dar nu-ti pasa ... Oricate ti-ar fi oferit , nu se compara cu ea , prima cu adevarat indragostita si dedicata tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Prietena ta ramane demonstrandu-si popularitatea excesiva printre privirile in ceata ale tipilor de langa bar , iar tu urci in masina si nu te opresti pana in fata casei ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O chemi , stiind ca nu te va refuza niciodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ea iese in halat , tremurand usor ; Tu zambesti subtil fiind multumit de simplitatea ei si o retii intreaga noapte pentru a-i spune tot ce nu i-ai spus in tot acest timp ce v-a despartit !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-4658217577944550622?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/4658217577944550622/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/09/tu-esti-bine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4658217577944550622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4658217577944550622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/09/tu-esti-bine.html' title='Tu esti bine ?'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-6932314073399784785</id><published>2011-09-28T22:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T22:06:05.564+03:00</updated><title type='text'>28.Azi era ziua noastra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Imi ard ochii de durere si ma pierd printre cuvinte , nu inteleg rostul zilei de azi.Nu inteleg de ce a trebuit sa se intample asa , de ce nu ai ascultat ce aveam de spus ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Stiu , cand gresesti orice greseala se plateste insa eu de ce platesc fara sa fii gresit ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;De ce nu ai inteles cand ti-am spus ca realitatea este alta ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de ce nu te-ai gandit de doua ori inainte sa iei decizia finala ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oare si tu profiti de dragoste ? Poate momentan chiar nu vrei sa te gandesti la asta dar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Crezi ca ai sa uiti vreodata privirea mea cand te rugam sa nu pleci ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Daca ai vrea sa ma asculti pentru ultima data , te-as ruga sa o iei de la capat cu judecata , sa te gandesti ce rost aveam eu acolo , in acel loc blestemat ? cu ce scop eram acolo ? pe cine asteptam sa-mi sara in brate si sa-mi spuna ca i-a fost dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cum ai putut sa ma privesti cu atata ura pentru un lucru atat de insignifiant ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;De ce ma pedepsesti intr-o masura atat de mare , avand in vedere ca intamplarea a fost una banala ce se poate produce oricand , si oriunde ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In fine , la dracu ! ce rost mai au intrebarile astea , sunt doar in capul meu :) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Intr-un final , ne-am despartit fara motiv :) poate e vina mea , Dumnezeu m-a pedepsit prin a mi te lua ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nu ramane decat sa-mi inec amarul seara de seara de acum inainte , strangandu-ti tricoul in brate cu putere , sperand ca-mi vei simti de departe imbratisarea si ai sa tresari usor ; Raman in urma doar doua lacrimi , insa niciuna numai curge ... Au ramas parca impietrite si nu vor sa cada , nu vor sa dispara de pe chipul meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Probabil o sa ne dorim in continuare , nu o sa ne mai apartinem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Poate o sa ne straduim peste putin timp ca drumurile sa ni se intalneasca , dar va fi in zadar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Poate ai sa ma vezi intamplator , vei veni la mine , dar n-ai sa ai curajul sa-mi vorbesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Poate ai sa ma vezi intr-o zi banala , singura pe o banca in parc plangand si ai sa ma eviti nestiind ca motivul suferintei mele e dorul de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Poate ai sa iti doresti sa imi simti mirosul de aproape si sa ma ti in brate cum o faceai de obicei in drumul spre casa ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;iti vei dori din tot sufletul sa-mi cuprinzi mijlocul si sa privim impreuna stelele si luna , sa fii primul care imi afla slabiciunile si durerile , dar va ramane o simpla dorinta , si o amintire pe care o vei regreta dorindu-ti sa o readuci la viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Poate nu o sa intelegi niciodata cat de mult te iubesc , sau , poate...din contra maine ai sa ma cauti realizand ca te-ai grabit sa vorbesti in urma cu o seara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Acum mai am doar intrebari in minte , lucrul asta fiind destul de observabil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Am sa inchei tot printr-o intrebare , doua sau chiar trei :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Daca m-ai vedea neputincioasa in fata unui nenorocit ce ar vrea sa-mi faca rau , m-ai scapa?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Daca as avea un accident neasteptat , ai veni sa ma vizitezi pe parcursul unei posibile internari ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Si...iubire ...Pe unde iti umbla inima ? :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JQw3c_SKiks?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-6932314073399784785?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/6932314073399784785/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/09/28azi-era-ziua-noastra.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6932314073399784785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6932314073399784785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/09/28azi-era-ziua-noastra.html' title='28.Azi era ziua noastra.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JQw3c_SKiks/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-4929833975988326068</id><published>2011-08-22T22:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:10:52.963+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai vrea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nu voi fi niciodata ca ea , tipa aparent perfecta dupa care intorci capul.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Iti vad sclipirea din ochi , sincer ... Ai vrea s-o ai , s-o cunosti ( pe scurt , daca e posibil un rezumat , nu i-ai acorda prea mult timp ) , chiar daca in fata mea incerci sa-i subliniezi defectele.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;N-ai cum sa ma contrazici , te tenteaza , ai vrea s-o atingi !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dar...pana cand ?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O zi ?&lt;br /&gt;Doua ?&lt;br /&gt;Fie atingeri , sarutari sau soapte , raman simple gesturi caci inima ei va fi vesnic diferita de a ta si ii apartine altuia , asa cum a ta imi apartine inca mie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-4929833975988326068?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/4929833975988326068/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/08/ai-vrea.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4929833975988326068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4929833975988326068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/08/ai-vrea.html' title='Ai vrea?'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-3746378436540229956</id><published>2011-08-21T21:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:17:30.021+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu mai conteaza nimic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ce sa zic , sa fiu directa ?&lt;br /&gt;ce rost are sa te lovesc cu cuvinte :-j.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bineînţeles ca e vorba de o alta " ea " , mi-ai trantit-o în fata scurt si la obiect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Multumeste-i din partea mea ca te-a luat de langa mine , ca ne-a distrus visele ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ce dracu vorbesc ? Erau doar visele mele , sunt oarba , nu vad bine . M-au orbit cuvintele taleeeee ! Numai vorbe :-j m-am lasat dusa de val.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Da` tu nu meriti !&amp;nbsp;nu meriti nimic , arunci cuvinte pline de venin si-apoi te intorci la mine .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sincer , ti-a iesit pana acum , daaaa` stiii ceee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Scuteste-ma , m-am saturat ! Chiar n-am de gand sa mai scriu in cuvinte fine tot ce simt ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O sa fac tot posibilul sa numai simt , sa nu ma mai mint , sa renunt la ideea ca ne vom reveniii :-j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Imi zici ca ma iubesti ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vrajeala ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Esti tot cu cea cu care-ai fost in urma cu o seara ?:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-3746378436540229956?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/3746378436540229956/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/08/nu-mai-conteaza-nimic.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3746378436540229956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3746378436540229956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/08/nu-mai-conteaza-nimic.html' title='Nu mai conteaza nimic.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-3427550075885869780</id><published>2011-08-19T15:34:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T15:35:53.162+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Invata sa traiesti fara mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poti sa incepi prin a sterge pozele cu noi - va dura o vesnicie , sunt mii !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Continua prin a ma sterge din mintea ta - va dura o viata , ma iubesti !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Incearca sa te incurajezi " O urasc ! " - N-o sa-ti iasa , ma iubesti ! Ai uitat ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spune-le tuturor ca nu-ti pasa - Nimeni n-o sa te creada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cheama-ma inapoi - Nu voi veni , mi-ai spus " Adio ".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-3427550075885869780?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/3427550075885869780/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/08/invata-sa-traiesti-fara-mine.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3427550075885869780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3427550075885869780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/08/invata-sa-traiesti-fara-mine.html' title='Invata sa traiesti fara mine.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-8872956637060106352</id><published>2011-08-07T22:22:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:11:10.970+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Postul cu nr. 100 :x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Va multumesc tuturor celor care ma urmariti , si-mi cititi fiecare post cu atata drag ! :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Daca aveti sugestii sau sfaturi pentru mine , va rog sa lasati comentarii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Deasemenea, daca aveti intrebari pentru mine , sau vreo neclaritate va invit sa le lamurim impreuna prin aceeasi modalitate... :*:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Va pup !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sweet Kandy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-8872956637060106352?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/8872956637060106352/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/08/postul-cu-nr-100-x.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/8872956637060106352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/8872956637060106352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/08/postul-cu-nr-100-x.html' title='Postul cu nr. 100 :x'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-169866010731933306</id><published>2011-08-07T16:59:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:02:23.914+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandria n-are loc in doi !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dupa ce ne-am despartit , nu m-a mai cautat , nu l-am mai cautat. Ne-am uitat reciproc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Iata ca dupa 5 ani ne-am reintalnit intamplator , pe strada . Venea de la birou , m-a intrebat cum o mai duc , stii tu , chestii de fatada , apoi am vrut sa plec...M-a strigat ! Bineinteles , m-am intors . L-am privit curioasa si l-am incurajat sa vorbeasca :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Spune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Ma gandeam...aa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- La ?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Ma gandeam ca...daca nu ai ceva mai bun de facut...sau daca nu deranjez , bineinteles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Mai pe scurt ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Vrei sa iesim diseara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Ah , mi-ar placea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Trecusera cinci ani , in timpul asta au aparut numeroase persoane in viata mea ; el ramasese totusi prin amintiri frumoase in mintea mea, ceea ce parea se se fi intamplat si-n cazul lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Timpul a trecut repede , a venit seara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;La 22:00 era in poarta casei mele . (mereu era punctual , varsta nu il schimbase , hmmm....interesant).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Am intarziat 3 minute , tipic pentru mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;El ma priveste cateva secunde , lasa privirea in jos , apoi imi raspunde :&lt;br /&gt;-Buna din nou ! Esti....frrrumoasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Haiii , fii serios beyb` ! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Serios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Ah , multumesc. (Daca punctualitatea nu se schimbase , un lucru e cert : invatase sa faca complimente.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Usor rosie in obraji , am urcat in masina. A pornit muzica . O melodie lenta rasuna in boxe ... Am marit volumul , era o melodie veche ce mi se parea foarte cunoscuta , avea un impact asupra mea.Mi-am dat seama ulterior : Britney Spears - Everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Mai stiiii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Il ignor, dar insista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Iti amintesti ? Era melodia noastra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Da , imi amintesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Era asa frumos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Constat ca ne cufundam in amintiri , deci ii reamintesc:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Era acum mult timp. Sa mergem ! Am ajuns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hK75Gk_8u14/Tj6Z3U6eFaI/AAAAAAAAALA/8fWXqhhAoN4/s1600/hug1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hK75Gk_8u14/Tj6Z3U6eFaI/AAAAAAAAALA/8fWXqhhAoN4/s1600/hug1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Intram in acel restaurant ales de el , si ne asezam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Am cazut pe ganduri , reflectand la ce inseamna sa te maturizezi . Te schimbi tu , persoanele de langa tine , locurile pe care le frecventezi...Daca acum 5 ani inca eram copii si ieseam la pizza si inghetata , acum lucrurile erau atat de schimbate ! Imi dadeam seama cum e cand pierzi amintirile astea , cand nu te gandesti ca sunt momente unice cu fiecare persoana in parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A venit vremea sa comandam ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;am mancat , am ras , am discutat lucruri marunte apoi am iesit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;M-am rezemat de masina , punandu-mi mainile usor stranse la piept.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Asteptam ceva , nu pot sa explic ce , poate o atingere , poate un zambet , poate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;M-a trezit din ganduri spre realitate cu o atingere usoara pe obraz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Ce ai..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Ah , scuze :)) m-am pierdut in ganduri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-La ce te gandeai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Nu conteaza , imi inspiri niste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Amintiri , stiu. Si tu inca insemni ceva pentru mine , nu te-am uitat niciodata.Am facut mii de greseli dupa ce ne-am despartit din dorinta de a te putea uita , si iata-ma acum cu tine aici , la ora asta tarzie , dupa atata timp in care am invatat sa traiesc fara tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-De ce nu m-ai cautat , daca ma iubeai atat de mult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Din orgoliu , stii prea bine ! Esti singura care stie cu adevarat cat de mult te-am iubit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Da , dar ... nu stiu ce greseala ar putea fi atat de mare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Sa nu mai vorbim despre asta...a fost o perioada grea pentru mine , am cazut in tot felul de capcane crezand ca asa te voi uita : alcool , tutun , cluburi ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Femei ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Vezi , nu e bine sa vorbim despre asta , e doar vina mea ; daca as putea sa dau timpul inapoi as face-o , dar e ireversibil prezentul asta format ... eram doar un pusti incapatanat , nu mi-am dat seama cat de puternic era sentimentul dintre noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Incepusem sa plang , imi aducea aminte de perioada cea mai frumoasa din viata mea , cand eu si cu el devenisem NOI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;El mi-a sters lacrimile si mi-a spus :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Nu plange ! imi amintesc , mereu varsai lacrimi cand te suparam . Atunci nu-mi dadeam seama cata dragoste se scurge prin ele insa acum stiu , si-ti multumesc din suflet pentru cata dragoste mi-ai mai purtat , nu am mai primit-o de la nimeni , nici pana in ziua de azi. Daca atunci eram atat de prost incat sa nu inteleg , acum e totul limpede...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;M-a linistit ,cum o facea de obicei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Am urcat in masina la insistenta mea , pe motiv ca am niste lucruri de rezolvat acasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Iata-ne in punctul de unde plecasem cu cateva ore in urma , in fata casei mele .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Imi iau usor geanta , si ma pregatesc sa-i spun &amp;nbsp;" noapte buna ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;M-a prins de mana si m-a impiedicat sa plec . Mangaindu-mi chipul usor , si privindu-ma indelung , ochii i se umezesc , fiind invaluiti de sclipiri. Vroia clar un sarut , insa ezita s-o faca. Parca ceva il impiedica , constiinta ii spunea " stop ! " ... de ce oare nu avea puterea sa faca un gest atat de simplu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In final i-am daruit un scurt sarut furat , in loc de " multumesc pentru seara asta " . El a inteles din priviri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A doua zi m-a sunat o singura data , mi-a spus ca nu e in oras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Urmatoarea zi n-am mai vorbit.Seara , pe cand ma intorceam de la serviciu , il vad in intersectia mare asteptand langa semafor. Ma opresc pe o banca , urmarindu-i gesturile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_VK54-gfxV8/Tj6Z33MvcrI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZhGUXrMcv6w/s1600/sad2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_VK54-gfxV8/Tj6Z33MvcrI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZhGUXrMcv6w/s320/sad2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Peste cinci minute , o doamna inalta , blonda , impreuna cu o fetita de vreo cativa anisori traverseaza soseaua , inaintand hotarat spre el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cei doi se saluta rece , asemeni unor rivali , apoi micuta domnisoara ii sare in brate strigand :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Tatiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Acum imi dadeam seama despre ce greseala vorbea . Se aruncase in bratele ei , imediat dupa ce ne despartisem.Nu schitau niciun zambet , semn ca n-a existat vreodata dragoste intre ei .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A preferat un " nou inceput " , neavand puterea sa-si ceara iertare , mandria puternica l-a facut sa aleaga calea cea gresita. In timp a pierdut atat orgoliul cat si iubirea adevarata ; cu ce ai ramas oare?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aunci a fost ultima data cand l-am vazut.Am plecat din oras , fara a ma mai intoarce vreodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmj5DiiuJAE/Tj6Y3w_BZAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/E5BhSEwxm60/s1600/leave_by_amsterdam_jazz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmj5DiiuJAE/Tj6Y3w_BZAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/E5BhSEwxm60/s320/leave_by_amsterdam_jazz.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;P.S :&amp;nbsp;Si ma gandesc cum ar fi , sa uitam unul de altul , sa uiti ce-mi place si ce nu si invers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sa intram peste cativa ani impreuna intr-un restaurant si sa ma-ntrebi ca la prima intalnire : &amp;lt;&amp;lt; Ce vrei sa comanzi ?&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sa uiti sa iti bei vinul rosu din pahar , privindu-ma continuu , incercand sa gasesti cateva urme " de tine " pe chipul meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cum ar fi ca deodata sa ma prinzi de mana , iar eu sa te privesc nedumerita retragandu-ma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-169866010731933306?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/169866010731933306/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/08/mandria-n-are-loc-in-doi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/169866010731933306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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astea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Si daca nu ai alte cuvinte , alte motive , daca numai vrei sa lupti si te-ai saturat de mine , spune-mi !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Si daca simti ca trebuie sa ne oprim aici , spune-mi !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Daca cer prea mult prin a te dori numai pentru mine , spune-mi !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Daca te sufoc cu iubirea mea , spune-mi !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Iar daca simti toate astea :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;uita-mi atingerea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;uita-mi privirea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;uita-mi sarutul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;uita-mi vocea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;uita-mi respiratia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;uita-mi soaptele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;uita-mi chipul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;uita-mi lacrimile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;uita-mi zambetul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;uita-mi strangerea de mana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;uita-mi imbratisarea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;uita-mi adresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;uita-mi rasul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;uita-mi familia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;uita-mi dragostea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Si prefa-te !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;prefa-te ca ma crezi cand spun ca am trecut peste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;prefa-te ca nu ma mai iubesti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;prefa-te ca nu ti-e dor sa adormi cu mine la telefon seara de seara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;prefa-te ca nu ti-e dor sa-mi auzi vocea strigandu-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;prefa-te ca m-ai uitat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;prefa-te ca nu ma cauti in "urmatoarea"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;prefa-te ca nu regreti nimic !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Apoi spune-mi :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;ca iti e bine fara mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;ca adormi imediat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;ca nu suferi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;ca nu pastrezi pozele cu mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;ca nu vrei sa mai sti cine sunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;ca iti sunt egale cu zero toate amintirile in doi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Iar eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;In naivitatea mea am sa te cred , am sa ma consum ca de obicei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Nu o sa gandesc matur , am sa gandesc ca o copila ... ma voi refugia in camera mea si-mi voi aminti de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Dar cu ce folos daca nu-i reciproc ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-8672041284495094841?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/8672041284495094841/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/07/poti-sa-faci-toate-astea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/8672041284495094841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/8672041284495094841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/07/poti-sa-faci-toate-astea.html' title='Poti sa faci toate astea?'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-1334013370457565771</id><published>2011-07-16T16:29:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:58:59.060+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Asculta !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TGiMAMCna2U/TiGSG4vJkOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JkOwS_bsTaM/s1600/cats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TGiMAMCna2U/TiGSG4vJkOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JkOwS_bsTaM/s320/cats.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu n-am sa te vad niciodata ca pe un prieten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Chiar de-ar fi ultima ta dorinta inainte de a renunta la mine , n-am cum sa-ti fac pe plac...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Iarta-mi aceasta mica scapare , incapatanare sau cum vrei s-o numesti.Pur si simplu n-am cum , e imposibil .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nu ma mai lua in seama cand iti spun ca vreau sa ne despartim !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nu ma lua in seama cand ma prefac ca nu vreau sa-ti raspund la intrebari !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sunt om , gresesc , ajuta-ma sa invat din greseli asa cum te ajut si eu pe tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In caz ca te voi pierde , eu am sa te astept privind la geam in fiecare seara , am sa-mi aduc aminte cum ma strangeai in brate simtindu-ti bataile inimii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Chiar daca imi vei insela din nou iubirea cu vorbe dulci , eu tot te voi iubi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Chiar daca imi gresesti te voi ierta si nu voi uita milioanele de clipe in care m-ai facut sa plang de bucurie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Imi va tresari inima zi de zi , caci amintirea ta nu mi-ar fi de ajuns sa-mi hranesc dorul de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Si sa nu-mi ceri vreodata o relatie de pritenie ! Te rog , intelege . E mult prea greu pentru mine.Existenta unei astfel de legaturi intre noi e imposibila , nu se leaga in niciun fel .Gandeste-te , ai putea sa stai langa mine fara sa imi spui cand exagerez , fara sa ma ti de mana sau sa privesti in ochii mei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nu realizezi ? Chiar de nu mi-ai mai zambi in fiecare zi , in momentul cand s-ar intampla din nou , acest gest m-ar da total peste cap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mi-as aminti cum m-am indragostit de zambetul tau in prima zi si mi-as dori sa te strang in brate ; mi-ai putea refuza aceasta pornire hotarata ? Ai simti oare aceeasi nevoie sa te apropii de mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Singura solutie pentru a ma indeparta de tine ar fi poate sa nu te mai vad , ceea ce m-ar ucide.Trage tu concluzia ! ce e mai bine pentru noi, in conditiile astea ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ps: te iubesc Mr. Stie-Tot ! ;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-1334013370457565771?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/1334013370457565771/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/07/asculta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1334013370457565771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1334013370457565771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/07/asculta.html' title='Asculta !'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TGiMAMCna2U/TiGSG4vJkOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JkOwS_bsTaM/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-1162753100843054067</id><published>2011-07-01T23:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T23:01:10.344+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vei plange !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehWJCnP95gI/Tg4nKPIgUzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/e-IyW6neDmo/s1600/lacrimideiubire1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehWJCnP95gI/Tg4nKPIgUzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/e-IyW6neDmo/s400/lacrimideiubire1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vei plange cand n-am sa mai fiu.Vei plange dupa mine zi de zi , cred ca esti constient , iti va fi dor de mirosul meu , de felul meu de-a fi, de tot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Iti va fi dor sa plang atat de usor , din orice ... Dar n-ai sa mai ai cui sa-i stergi lacrimile caci un suflet de gheata se va afla langa tine , si ar trebui sa il dezgheti tu , cu iubirea ta ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cum insa s-o faci cand tu ma iubesti pe mine ?! (Fii sincer , unde-ti va fi sufletul ? La cine? ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ai sa te inchizi in tine &amp;nbsp;, iar sufletul tau o sa arda de durere caci firea mea vesela si jucausa nu va mai fi pansamentul ce-ti acoperea ranile si ti le vindeca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ai sa urli de durere caci ochii mei ce au varsat atatea lacrimi din iubire pentru tine nu te vor mai privi NICIODATA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vei plange cand alta te va saruta , caci caldura mea si afectiunea , n-ai s-o mai gasesti nicaieri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ai sa suferi inzecit pe cat am suferit eu daca ai sa ma pierzi , chiar de acum nu realizezi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ai sa inebunesti de-a dreptul cand ii va veni randul altuia sa se bucure de zambetul meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;N-o sa-ti vina sa crezi cat de fericita par , si n-o sa vrei sa accepti ca la cat de imperfecta ma stii tu pe mine , langa el sa par perfecta .Voi fi chiar fructul ala oprit , de care nu te vei mai atinge niciodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mainile ti se vor inaspri de furie si inima-ti va fi de piatra pana in momentul in care te voi atinge pe umar si-ti voi spune ca nu am putut sa te uit , ca tot ce-mi oferea el a fost in zadar ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;( insa acest final nu e deloc sigur ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Doar asa ti s-ar desclesta sufletul cu adevarat , de ce nu realizezi ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;De ce nu te gandesti atat de adanc ca si mine care ar fi urmarile unei astfel de decizii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;PS: pentru ca m-ai dezamagit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-1162753100843054067?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/1162753100843054067/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/07/vei-plange.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1162753100843054067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1162753100843054067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/07/vei-plange.html' title='Vei plange !'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehWJCnP95gI/Tg4nKPIgUzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/e-IyW6neDmo/s72-c/lacrimideiubire1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-7832710961606907063</id><published>2011-06-24T22:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:17:09.214+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Catre tine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mariah Carey - My all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="33" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ellenita/9b789c55906827.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="username=ellenita&amp;hash=9b789c55906827&amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ellenita/9b789c55906827.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=ellenita&amp;hash=9b789c55906827&amp;miniMode=true" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A inflorit atat de frumos ceea ce e intre noi , incat imi doresc sa nu se termine niciodata.Vreau sa te pastrez ca pe un diamant in palmele mele , vreau sa-mi vad chipul in fiecare dimineata oglindit in ochii tai.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;As vrea sa descriu aici , acum , tot ceea ce simt dar dorind sa descriu o mica parte imi zboara celelalte din minte.Sunt cat se poate de sincera , nu caut metafore , structuri deosebite sau cuvinte frumoase pentru a face impresie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nu caut sa exagerez sau sa scriu ceva ce n-am simtit niciodata , asa cum poate altii o fac.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am sa descriu doar ceea ce simt cu adevarat , si sentimentul ala atat de placut pe care-l am numai cand esti cu mine.Nu stiu cu ce sa incep si cu ce sa termin , e imposibil sa stabilesc doua capete precise a ceea ce se intampla in viata mea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stiu doar ca vreau sa ma ascund mereu in bratele tale , sa-ti soptesc gandurile mele , si sa-ti sterg usor lacrimile de fiecare data cand realizezi cat de mult te poate iubi acest om , aceasta fata obisnuita , cu nimic deosebit , plina de mii si mii de defecte.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dar ce mai conteaza? Nu e nimeni perfect , nu sunt nici eu , nici nu-mi doresc.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cum te-as mai face sa zambesti asa inocent daca nu as mai gresi cuvintele ? daca nu m-as enerva asa usor ? daca nu m-as supara prosteste din orice ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Iar tu ... daca nu ai gresi atat , cum as putea sa-ti demonstrez ca prin iubirea ta m-ai invatat sa iert caci sentimentele sunt mult mai importante ? daca nu m-ai pune la incercare , de unde ai stii cum e sa simti intensitatea iubirii in pulsul inimii tale ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daca nu as fi atat de neatenta , daca nu m-as rani din cand in cand ... cum as mai avea parte oare de clipele alea tandre , cand nu stii cum sa-mi alini durerea si sa faci sa dispara orice umbra de tristete de pe fata mea ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ti-as spune ca esti cel mai important pentru mine , ca te iubesc , ca vreau sa fim mereu la fel de fericiti , ca ma completezi , dar toate astea le stii , le vezi , le simti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuvintele sunt in zadar atunci cand atingerea ta imi da fiori , si cand ma strangi in brate facandu-ma sa plang de bucurie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inchei aici , prin a-ti spune un sincer MULTUMESC , pentru tot ce faci , pentru felul tau de a fi , de a te comporta , de a-ti repara greselile si mai ales , de a-mi demonstra cat de mult ma iubesti !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0GOicgQnfA/TgTiGwNzCfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/JeZRpUZ2fsg/s1600/ce+te-ai+face+fara+mine+%252C+eu+stiu+ca+nu+ti-ar+fi+bine+%253Bx+o+zi+de+te-as+parasi+%252C+fara+mine+ai+muri+%2521%2521%2521%2521+te+iubesc+%253Bx.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0GOicgQnfA/TgTiGwNzCfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/JeZRpUZ2fsg/s320/ce+te-ai+face+fara+mine+%252C+eu+stiu+ca+nu+ti-ar+fi+bine+%253Bx+o+zi+de+te-as+parasi+%252C+fara+mine+ai+muri+%2521%2521%2521%2521+te+iubesc+%253Bx.JPG" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-7832710961606907063?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/7832710961606907063/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/06/catre-tine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7832710961606907063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7832710961606907063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/06/catre-tine.html' title='Catre tine...'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0GOicgQnfA/TgTiGwNzCfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/JeZRpUZ2fsg/s72-c/ce+te-ai+face+fara+mine+%252C+eu+stiu+ca+nu+ti-ar+fi+bine+%253Bx+o+zi+de+te-as+parasi+%252C+fara+mine+ai+muri+%2521%2521%2521%2521+te+iubesc+%253Bx.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-8196731071464472762</id><published>2011-06-24T14:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T14:04:13.962+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru ca doare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Sa traiesti zi de zi cu spaima , vazandu-i cum se sting sub ochii tai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Sa vezi cum dispar toti , rand pe rand , dupa ce ati impartit impreuna atatea zambete !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Sa vezi cum iau cu ei copilaria ta , simtindu-te vinovat , caci ei te-au crescut iar tu ii conduci spre sfarsitul lor !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Sa suferi privind in gol si sa te intrebi : " Oare cine imi va mai ramane ?! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Sa-i vezi cum se sting , lasandu-ti un mesaj de ramas bun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Sa-i conduci pe ultimul drum , constient ca pamantul ii va inghiti , deci ii vezi pentru ultima data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Oare vei pleca luand &amp;nbsp;cu tine copilaria mea si amintirea ta ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m88KCv2WZVY/TgRu-Ar2GKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TAviLumb55I/s1600/viata-si-moarte-4-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m88KCv2WZVY/TgRu-Ar2GKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TAviLumb55I/s320/viata-si-moarte-4-8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Final...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-8196731071464472762?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/8196731071464472762/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/06/pentru-ca-doare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/8196731071464472762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/8196731071464472762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/06/pentru-ca-doare.html' title='Pentru ca doare.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m88KCv2WZVY/TgRu-Ar2GKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TAviLumb55I/s72-c/viata-si-moarte-4-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-6547913693400128945</id><published>2011-05-22T11:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T11:34:08.500+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ale ei ultime 20 de cuvinte (r)seci :</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3W0ilCS9IA/TdjKLxxVHLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gMTNfzC_AvM/s1600/despartire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3W0ilCS9IA/TdjKLxxVHLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gMTNfzC_AvM/s1600/despartire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EwEyYqmUuGc/TdjKURF6b9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Nyux1O0rPrc/s1600/2493481480_330d8bda66.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EwEyYqmUuGc/TdjKURF6b9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Nyux1O0rPrc/s320/2493481480_330d8bda66.gif" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ai aparut in viata mea ca o raza de soare , si ai plecat prea repede , lasand intuneric in urma ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjkTnNaYojk/TdjKVCjG1sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vawjyK08MiE/s1600/despartire_01-300x231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjkTnNaYojk/TdjKVCjG1sI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vawjyK08MiE/s1600/despartire_01-300x231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-6547913693400128945?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/6547913693400128945/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/05/ale-ei-ultime-20-de-cuvinte-rseci.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6547913693400128945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6547913693400128945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/05/ale-ei-ultime-20-de-cuvinte-rseci.html' title='ale ei ultime 20 de cuvinte (r)seci :'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3W0ilCS9IA/TdjKLxxVHLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gMTNfzC_AvM/s72-c/despartire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-9177521431238956702</id><published>2011-05-07T21:05:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:07:35.229+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fxOrpixly8/TcWJutpgIEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/x0hpZ94CLB4/s1600/SAM_0615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="110" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fxOrpixly8/TcWJutpgIEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/x0hpZ94CLB4/s400/SAM_0615.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O zi goala . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mai seaca ca oricare alta .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nu s-a intamplat nimic frumos , deosebit ori groaznic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nu am ras cu pofta , nici nu am plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nu am vazut pe cineva drag , nici o persoana antipatica mie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Am primit intrebari putine, iar prin putin ganditi-va in acelasi timp la " scurte si stupide ". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O zi lunga cat o viata. Nu oricare viata , ci a unei batrane singure , parasite , ce se mai tine pe picioare doar de dragul amintirilor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O batrana in ai carei ochi se chinuie sa mai apara seninatatea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Seninatatea din zilele in care era inconjurata de zambete si persoane importante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Zilele in care radia de fericire si de frumusete si era aplaudata cu putere de colegii sai de breasla , atunci cand facea o afirmatie unica sau o gluma reusita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Zile in care iesea cu&lt;i&gt; el&lt;/i&gt; , si pierdeau notiunea timpului .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Zilele petrecute cu cele mai bune prietene ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Zilele in care era plina de putere si energie , desi avea doar o cafea pe lista de consum din ziua respectiva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Zilele in care nu avea nevoie de persoane sa o trezeasca , ci doar de un dus rece ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Acele seri in care nu avea nevoie de somnifere sa poata dormi cateva ore , ci adormea in bratele &lt;i&gt;lui&lt;/i&gt; calduroase intr-o clipa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Acei ani in care simtea bataile normale ale inimii , ducea o viata normala , si nu-si astepta sfarsitul clipa de clipa , rostindu-si in genunchi ruga de seara , ca si cum ar fi ultima data.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;PS: nu-mi cereti sa explic acest post , e doar ceea ce simt acum , ceea ce imi invadeaza gandurile si nu pot sterge din minte !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Daca aveti ceva de adaugat , astept comentarii ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Va multumesc ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;SK :*:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-9177521431238956702?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/9177521431238956702/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/05/azi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/9177521431238956702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/9177521431238956702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/05/azi.html' title='Azi.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fxOrpixly8/TcWJutpgIEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/x0hpZ94CLB4/s72-c/SAM_0615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-1233132805169897845</id><published>2011-05-05T22:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:16:52.095+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri in noapte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si pleoapele imi cad grele , nu vor sa se mai desparta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oboseala ma cuprinde si in gandurile mele apari doar tu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orice sclipire si speranta incepe cu tine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O viata impreuna si vom trai fericiti in imperfectiunea noastra.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Candva , in viitor , sclipirea ochilor mei n-o sa mai existe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ei se vor inchide pe vecie , pastrand chipul tau in amintire ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-1233132805169897845?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/1233132805169897845/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/05/ganduri-in-noapte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1233132805169897845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1233132805169897845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/05/ganduri-in-noapte.html' title='Ganduri in noapte.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-1060807840680726529</id><published>2011-04-19T20:55:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T20:56:07.983+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Randuri inecate-n dor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Si cand mi-e dor de tine parca nu sunt eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Nimic nu ma linisteste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Ma lupt cu orele spre a invinge distanta dintre noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Trece mult timp pana respir usurata : " E langa mine !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Nu ma regasesc in nimic nicaieri , nu stiu incotro sa ma indrept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Fara tine n-am cum sa gasesc calea spre bine , e prea greu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunt incompleta in absenta ta , sunt un copil naiv precum Scufita din poveste si am nevoie de cineva sa ma indrume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Am nevoie de tine , sa ma privesti bland , sa-mi stabilesti limite in nebunia mea nemarginita, sa ma linistesti cu un sarut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Te vreau oricand : azi , maine , poimaine , din ce in ce mai mult ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Nu te consider insa un drog , ci din contra : cel care ma vindeca de toate dependentele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Nu-mi faci rau , iar daca se intampla asta , e constructiv caci felul meu schimbator de a fi ma face deseori sa-mi pierd controlul , sa nu mai stiu cine sunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Dar apari tu din umbra si spui " STOP ! ", straduindu-te sa ma faci sa inteleg ca gresesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Prin incapatanare ma opun concluziilor tale, e firesc sunt o copila fara experienta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;In lupta cu viata nu stiu sa lovesc , ea ma loveste mereu prima insa tu esti in " tribune " incurajandu-ma sa nu ma opresc ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Asa-i cand sentimentele exista , nu-i nimic mai nobil si mai sincer decat dragostea adevarata !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu ma ridic de la pamant , imi iau revansa si sunt declarata castigatoare . Datorita cui ? Fireste : TIE !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Iti raman datoare tie pe veci caci tu , simplu om fermecator, m-ai invatat sa iert , sa plang , sa rad , sa lupt si sa tin cont ca nu trebuie sa renunt la NOI dupa fiecare cearta ,ci sa lupt spre a ajunge la un punct comun caci dorul ne doare pe amandoi dar despartirea ne-ar ucide definitiv .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnPcF7ufZWk/Ta3MaoVxN5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/mqJYLdcvY9A/s1600/SAM_0580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnPcF7ufZWk/Ta3MaoVxN5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/mqJYLdcvY9A/s400/SAM_0580.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;TE IUBESC&amp;nbsp; !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-1060807840680726529?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/1060807840680726529/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/04/randuri-inecate-n-dor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1060807840680726529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1060807840680726529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/04/randuri-inecate-n-dor.html' title='Randuri inecate-n dor.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnPcF7ufZWk/Ta3MaoVxN5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/mqJYLdcvY9A/s72-c/SAM_0580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-7115557626983491541</id><published>2011-04-17T22:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:21:46.310+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cateodata crezi in soarta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbVg5StgsaY/Tas9UjdkiII/AAAAAAAAAJU/EvpxRbPQ3nc/s1600/broken_heart_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbVg5StgsaY/Tas9UjdkiII/AAAAAAAAAJU/EvpxRbPQ3nc/s320/broken_heart_1.jpg" width="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Asta inseamna sa fi sortit unul celuilalt :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: cyan; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa vrei sa-l eviti si sa-l intalnesti la primul colt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa spui ca nu-ti pasa dar sa plangi seara de seara cand va certati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa vrei sa fi rece dar sa nu te mai opresti din a-l imbratisa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa il ti de mana spunandu-i ca poate pleca de langa tine daca isi doreste asta , insa sa-l strangi din ce in ce mai tare fara a-ti da seama.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa iesi cu fetele prefacandu-te ca esti fericita ca v-ati despartit , dar sa te uiti in stanga si-n dreapta sperand ca vine ;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa razi dupa fiecare cearta,sustinand ca esti fericita,dar sa tremure inima in tine de durere.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa-i spui ca poate " alta " ar fi mai buna , dar sa mori de gelozie inauntrul tau , la gandul ca asta chiar s-ar intampla.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa-i spui ca si tu esti fericita daca el este , dar sa nu suporti gandul ca ar fi fericit fara tine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa vrei sa-i dai libertatea de care are nevoie , dar sa nu poti , dorind sa-l ai numai pentru tine , constienta ca o viata va fi prea putin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa-i spui ca tu poti trece peste despartire usor , insa sa te rogi seara de seara ca asta sa nu se intample niciodata.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa-i spui ca numai vrei sa auzi de el , dar sa stai cu ochii pe telefon secunda de secunda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa-i spui adio si sa te intorci din drum spunandu-i " te iubesc "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa spui ca vrei sa fi singura cateva minute,dar sa ii sari in brate spunandu-i ce te doare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa sustii ca nu ai nimic atunci cand esti suparata,dar sa vrei sa te intrebe ce ai de cat mai multe ori&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa spui ca ti-e rusine de ceva/cineva , dar sa fi constienta ca daca esti cu el n-ai sa mai simti acest sentiment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa ii spui ca nu ii ceri declaratii siropoase , dar sa ajungi la lacrimi cand iti spune cat insemni pentru el&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa spui ca e ultima data cand il ierti , dar sa fi constienta ca asta e doar inceputul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa vrei sa te desparti de el si sa nu poti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-7115557626983491541?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/7115557626983491541/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/04/cateodata-crezi-in-soarta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7115557626983491541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7115557626983491541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/04/cateodata-crezi-in-soarta.html' title='Cateodata crezi in soarta.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbVg5StgsaY/Tas9UjdkiII/AAAAAAAAAJU/EvpxRbPQ3nc/s72-c/broken_heart_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-1529750901440098228</id><published>2011-04-14T22:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:22:32.442+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am invatat...sau nu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JTs7uE_aVKg/TadI82dKwPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nCN1d_tv9Pk/s1600/442485a2df324403_agenda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JTs7uE_aVKg/TadI82dKwPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nCN1d_tv9Pk/s320/442485a2df324403_agenda.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Nu stiu daca am sau nu dreptate , insa multe concluzii imi alearga prin minte zi de zi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;In viata asta scurta si amara ce-am parcurs-o pana in prezent , am invatat multe lucruri ( sau macar am incercat ) astfel incat am ajuns sa am si propriile idei , sa trag anumite concluzii si asa mai departe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;1.Am invatat ca am foarte putini prieteni adevarati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;2.Am invatat ca nu am nevoie de mai mult de atat,daca ei nu ma dezamagesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;3.Am invatat ca incredere deplina nu poti avea in NIMENI chiar daca aici e vorba de sentimente sau nu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;4.Am invatat ca odata ce oferi TOTUL devii mai putin interesanta in fata celorlalti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;5.Am invatat ca ori de cate ori ai spune :" NU MAI PLANG ! " va exista sigur o data viitoare in care o vei face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;6.Am invatat ca in cele mai frumoase clipe poti pierde brusc cate ceva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;7.Am invatat ca oricata iubire ai darui , nu va fi niciodata de ajuns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;8.Am invatat ca daca ierti prea des , nu mai esti luat in seama cand spui " S-a terminat ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;9.Am invatat ca uneori e esential sa ai curajul sa spui " NU ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;10.Am invatat ca prietenia se poate transforma in dragoste si la fel de repede in ura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;11.Am invatat ca toate lucrurile frumoase se termina odata si odata .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;12.Am invatat ca nimic nu e asa cum pare si ca daca faci suficiente cercetari orice lucru frumos , are si o parte urata ; tu trebuie doar sa fi realist de fiecare data , si o vei gasi mai repede decat ti-ai dori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;13.Am invatat ca orice fapta a mea are si urmari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;14.Am invatat ca eu trebuie sa platesc pentru orice greseala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;15.M-am obisnuit totusi cu ideea ca multi din jurul meu nu incearca nici macar sa indrepte raul facut ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Si in ultimul timp mai ales , am invatat sa ma obisnuiesc cu DEZAMAGIREA, sa accept ca mereu voi fi dezamagita de cei din jur ,ca mereu am sa fiu luata in gluma de el ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;PS: ti-am spus de-atatea ori ca totul se va stinge incat nu crezi ca am sa pun capat vreodata la ceea ce s-a legat candva ; Nu uita totusi ca " niciodata sa nu spui niciodata " ; n-o lua ca pe o amenintare , nici ca pe o gluma , nici ca pe o rautate ;Ia-o asa cum e ea defapt : cateva randuri scrise printre lacrimi , intr-un moment in care tu nu-ti dai seama , cu rolul de a mai astupa rana adanca ce e permanent deschisa in ultima perioada ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-1529750901440098228?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/1529750901440098228/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/04/am-invatatsau-nu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1529750901440098228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1529750901440098228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/04/am-invatatsau-nu.html' title='Am invatat...sau nu...'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JTs7uE_aVKg/TadI82dKwPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nCN1d_tv9Pk/s72-c/442485a2df324403_agenda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-252706108389145745</id><published>2011-04-09T16:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T16:28:11.660+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nemarginita dragoste prin care-ti provoc raul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pentru mine " &lt;i&gt;singura&lt;/i&gt; " inseamna doar&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;fara tine&lt;/i&gt;.Nu pot defini cuvantul asta incluzand alte persoane ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si chiar de sunt refugiata intr-un colt de camera , prin singura ma refer tot la "&lt;i&gt; fara tine&lt;/i&gt; ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nu ma pot vindeca de sentimentul pentru tine de cand ai patruns in sufletul meu naiv de femeie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si-n momentele cand uit sa ma trezesc din vise , cu capul usor plecat in palmele tale , ma gandesc ca-mi vei apartine pe vecie , ca de fiecare data cand n-o sa fiu aproape ai sa suspini de dorul meu,ai sa ma vrei aproape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si-ncep a-mi dori ca numai eu sa am puterea sa te vindec , numai eu sa iti redau somnul si pulsul normal al inimii.Nimeni altcineva sa nu reuseasca sa se strecoare in ale tale ganduri , mreaja dragostei sa nu te lege de nicio alta pamanteana ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si mintea mea devine aproape nebuna , hranindu-se cu suferinta ta , cu dorul de mine.Nu e insa o placere acest sentiment naiv , ci e convingerea ca ma vrei cu adevarat ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Revenind la realitate tresar incet , imi retrag corpul din ale tale brate si ma trezesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tu stingi focul ascuns in mine si-mi alini groaznica durere cu mii de juraminte , iar eu cu lacrimi fierbinti ma lipesc de pieptul tau de-odata, punand capat chinului ce tocmai ma stapanise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-252706108389145745?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/252706108389145745/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/04/nemarginita-dragoste-prin-care-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/252706108389145745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/252706108389145745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/04/nemarginita-dragoste-prin-care-ti.html' title='Nemarginita dragoste prin care-ti provoc raul.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-3227194347578149650</id><published>2011-04-03T19:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T19:13:31.897+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Suflet de femeie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;O femeie in viata unui barbat :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;-Fiinta care stie sa te sustina suficient de puternic atunci cand tu simti ca ai sa cazi ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Da  ! Asta e adevarul , chiar daca suntem cunoscute sub numele de " sexul  frumos " , nicidecum puternic , iata ca o femeie gaseste mereu energia  necesara inauntrul ei , pentru a te face pe tine sa ai incredere in  propriile abilitati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;-Sursa de inspiratie cand toate ideile dispar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Inventiva  , seducatoare , desteapta.Fie ca o gasesti in bucatarie , gradina sau  dormitor , intotdeauna privind-o iti trec prin cap mii de idei si scene  cotidiene.Datorita ei , ai de unde sa alegi .Tu le prelucrezi , le pui  in practica si ca prin minune gasesti cheia succesului.Ia te uita ! dar  cine a fost defapt stalpul actiunii respective ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;-Detinatoare a tariei de a ierta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Ea  . Dulcea fiinta care te asteapta seara de seara insetata dupa sarutul  tau si gata sa-ti sara in brate chiar si in diminetile in care , dupa ce  lipsesti o seara se preface ca nu stie cum ti-ai petrecut-o si te  premiaza si ea la randu-i , cu cele mai calde dezmierdari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;-Sigura pe ea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Chiar daca greseste , stie cum sa repare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;O  femeie poate ceda usor , intinzandu-se la picioarele unui barbat , sau ,  din contra : Poate sa jongleze cu farmecul si puterea sa de convingere ,  zile la rand , facandu-te pe tine , sa o doresti din ce in ce mai mult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;E  constienta ca odata ce ajungi la ea , curiozitatea iti dispare , asa ca  are grija sa-ti ofere treptat , putin cate putin din toate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;In  final , poti descoperi ca iti apartine o bijuterie rara , sau , de ce  nu , o scorpie ce ti-a platit cu varf si indesat tot ce ai gresit pana  atunci , fie ca ai calcat stramb , fie ca te-ai jucat de-a " iubirea ".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;-Cea care te face sa n-ai somn .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Cu  vocea fina , parfumul dulce si tinuta ei simpla dar atat de  provocatoare , iti trezeste milioane de ganduri ce se intind atat pe  parcursul zilelor tale , cat si noptilor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Incepi sa-ti faci planuri , sa visezi ca o ai mereu in brate , insa printr-o clipa de neatentie ai pierdut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Bineinteles  ca nu te opresti aici , :-j esti un cuceritor ... Cel putin asta crezi ,  si preferi sa tragi de fiecare data lozul cu " mai incearca " decat sa  te schimbi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Sau...nu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;-Cea care te aduce in culmea fericirii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Iesiri in oras , distractie , momente tandre ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Toate  acestea iti sunt oferite tot de ea , facandu-te sa fi cel mai fericit  din lume. Esti convins ca e femeia vietii tale , ca iti doresti sa-ti  apartina pentru totdeauna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;In  unele cazuri insa, uitati ca intr-o relatie primesti dar si  daruiesti.Printr-o perioada de indiferenta , in care astepti doar sa fi  coplesit cu dragoste si sentimente pure , o pierzi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;-Cea care te face sa vrei sa mori , sa te urasti , sa nu adormi din cauza gandurilor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;O femeie stie sa te faca sa-ti dai seama de vinovatia ta , si nu numai atat , sa si platesti pentru ea ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;O femeie te va ierta daca o respingi o data , insa nu te va ierta daca ratezi sansa de a o cuceri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Asa  cum ea poate sa fie intelegatoare , fermecatoare si optimista , e  posibil sa devina si nervoasa , fara chef , epuizata.Da-ti seama ca  lucrul asta se intampla din cauza eforturilor pe care ea le depune  pentru ca voi sa ramaneti impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Nu profita prea mult de asta caci odata plecata , ea nu se mai intoarce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-3227194347578149650?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/3227194347578149650/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/04/suflet-de-femeie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3227194347578149650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3227194347578149650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/04/suflet-de-femeie.html' title='Suflet de femeie.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-455943737400700989</id><published>2011-03-27T19:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:59:01.010+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un an cu tine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Nu am de gand sa incep sa aberez , sa povestesc cat de perfecta a fost sau este relatia noastra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;N-o sa ascund faptul ca am avut foarte multe probleme , sute de momente de cumpana , mii de suspine , milioane de lacrimi , stinse cu 2 cuvinte de fiecare data : TE IUBESC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Au fost atatea momente in care , desi spuneam ca nu mai rezist asa , ca nu te mai vreau , inima mea spunea altceva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;De fiecare data batea atat de tare in pieptul meu , incat simteam ca ma cearta , ca e furioasa , suparata pe mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Intr-adevar , avea motive serioase sa se " supere ".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Stim amandoi ca luand decizia de a ne desparti , judecam cu mintea , nu cu sufletul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Amandoua ne joaca deseori feste , insa sa-ti ignori sentimentele si sa le invelesti in orgoliu e cea mai gresita modalitate de rezolvare a unei probleme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Defapt , pe moment ai impresia ca e o rezolvare , si ca asa ai sa scapi tu de perioada aia in&amp;nbsp; care tot universul tau se prabuseste , cand el sau ea dispare dintr-odata de langa tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Nu stii ce face , daca e bine ... Te intrebi daca se gandeste la tine , daca plange cum plangi si tu , daca totusi ar vrea sa va mai acordati o sansa...si iarasi intervine orgoliul ala urias si parca-ti sopteste peste umar " Nu ceda , nu estu tu de vina,Fii puternic/a ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In legatura cu acest " fii puternic ! " ar fii multe de comentat din punctul meu de vedere , insa as vrea sa subliniez doar faptul ca , pentru mine a fii cu adevarat puternic , inseamna a avea curaj sa-ti infrangi teama si sa-ti recunosti greselile , sa renunti la prejudecati daca iubesti cu adevarat si uneori , pentru a nu-ti scapa printre degete , sa iei asupra ta vina , ca toate clipele alea negre sa prinda culoare si sa treceti peste;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tuturor ne este sau ne-a fost teama macar odata in viata sa recunoastem ceva , insa in iubire e mult mai greu , mai ales daca relatia e la inceput.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Asa s-a intamplat si intre noi doi , dar iata ca dupa luuuungi discutii , multe lacrimi , "a rasarit soarele pe strada noastra " si facand eforturi mici amandoi ,s-au observat schimbari majore.Ca dovada , iata-ne inca impreuna !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In final , as vrea sa mai adaug ca nu regret nimic din ce a fost si este intre noi , nici certurile ,pentru ca din ele am invatat sa ne toleram si sustinem reciproc,si bineinteles ca Te iubesc ! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-455943737400700989?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/455943737400700989/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/03/un-cu-tine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/455943737400700989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/455943737400700989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/03/un-cu-tine.html' title='Un an cu tine.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-3359263641151379962</id><published>2011-03-12T18:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T18:55:22.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu ce simti?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Probabil nu ai sa intelegi niciodata motivul pentru care am ales ca de azi inainte sa mergem pe drumuri separate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Doare ca ai reusit sa-mi arunci niste cuvinte atat de usor , sa spui ca asta am vrut de la inceput.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Problema e ca nu ai gandit probabil, nu ti-ai dat seama si nu ai luat in calcul numeroasele zile in care te-am iertat,reusind sa te surprind de fiecare data si sa nu-ti vina sa crezi ca iti mai acord o noua sansa,inca una , apoi alta , urmata de mullllte altele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;"De ce esti asa buna cu mine?" ... mai stii ?&lt;br /&gt;Nu ! acum probabil nu mai iei in calcul acele gesturi si refuzi sa-ti mai recunosti cuvintele.Sa nu crezi ca vreau sa-ti reprosez ceva , sau ca regret ca am avut puterea sa iert insa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Dragostea de la inceput , cu siguranta nu mai e aceeasi ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Acum nu te impiedica nimic sa ma lasi sa sufar , sa plang ore intregi , sa stau cu frica , sa ma arda dorul de tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Poate nu-ti dai seama cat de mult conteaza asta pentru persoana de langa tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Sper ca dupa aceasta experienta , fie ea placuta sau nu , sa inveti ca &lt;u&gt;nu &lt;/u&gt;acesta este modul in care poti tine o persoana langa tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Imi pare rau&lt;/u&gt; pentru greselile savarsite de mine , iar in acelasi timp sper ca intr-un moment de liniste din viata ta , sa analizezi fiecare situatie si sa-ti dai seama cine , unde , cum si cand a gresit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Mi-ar placea sa aflu concluzia la care ai ajuns,insa nu voi mai avea ocazia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Ti se pare o separare stupida , te inteleg ,atata timp cat nu simti ceea ce simt eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Daca te intrebi ce simt , iti pot spune doar ca sunt confuza si dezamagita; in acelasi timp neputand sa cred ca intr-adevar asta e finalul povestii noastre . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Eu asta sunt , asa am fost intotdeauna...Poate ma supar prea usor , poate imi trece la fel de repede ; poate am cerut prea mult de la tine , poate n-am deschis ochii destul de bine uneori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Tu esti orgolios , ai recunoscut , promitandu-mi ca asta se va schimba , ca te vei schimba , ca stii ce trebuie sa faci de-acum inainte pentru a ma avea langa tine , ca nu vrei sa ma pierzi ... si totusi nu s-a schimbat nimic.Din pacate...m-ai pierdut ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Nu regret nimic , nici ca ne-am cunoscut , nici iubirea dintre noi , nici clipele petrecute impreuna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Nu te urasc , stiu ca de lucrul asta ti-era teama.N-o sa te urasc niciodata , deocamdata insa , am nevoie de o perioada de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;singuratate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-3359263641151379962?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/3359263641151379962/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/03/tu-ce-simti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3359263641151379962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3359263641151379962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/03/tu-ce-simti.html' title='Tu ce simti?'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-4461523702712727564</id><published>2011-02-18T21:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:31:07.752+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce intelegi prin "am sa plec" ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ce irosesti fiecare ocazie pe care eu ti-o ofer , spre a deveni eroul vietii mele?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oare de ce zilele sunt atat de seci ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ce imi stingi fiecare flacara de fericire?&lt;br /&gt;Care e motivul ce declanseaza schimbarile tale bruste?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ce nu ma mai placi asa cum sunt?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unde sunt zilele in care imi spuneai din priviri ca-mi iubesti imperfectiunea , chiar daca asta e ceea ce eu urasc ? Incet incet , incepi sa urasti si tu asta .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cere-mi motive pentru orice , spune-mi ca nu-ti plac lucruri la mine , spune-mi ca nu arat bine azi , nici maine , nici poimaine ! spune-mi ca nu-mi sta bine parul , ca nu ma asortez , orice ... Nu faci nimic rau !&lt;br /&gt;Doar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ma ranesti :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(&amp;nbsp; si pune-te in locul unei femei , imagineaza-ti ca ti-as gasi defecte in fiecare zi , si as descoperi ca nu-mi mai place cate ceva la tine.In final , ai ajunge la concluzia ca nu-mi mai place nimic.Ai plange continuu , aripile tale s-ar frange dintr-odata.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si nu ma contrazice ! stii ca am dreptate, fiind cel mai important barbat din viata ta , din partea mea ai tanji dupa cele mai frumoase cuvinte , cele mai calde imbratisari si din cand in cand , de ce nu , poate un usor compliment. ).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imi lipseste protectia ta , oricat incerci nu mi-o mai oferi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Numai exista caldura in ochii tai.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Preferi sa furi un sarut insignifiant decat sa citesti in ochii mei.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ma doresti doar din cuvinte.Si ... vezi tu , uiti ca sub haine , bijuterii si al meu corp , se ascunde un suflet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Un suflet caruia ii furi mereu bataile inimii.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Un suflet care e amagit tot mereu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma opresc aici caci , ceea ce as vrea sa scriu mai departe loveste prea tare.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pastrez pentru mine toata tristetea , dezamagirea si celelalte.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apreciaza lucrurile la timpul potrivit , s-ar putea ca mai tarziu sa numai ai ocazia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gandeste-te ca multumirea pe care o ai tu atunci cand celalalt apreciaza ceea ce faci pentru el , e esentiala pentru sufletul de langa tine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In caz contrar , apare neincrederea , dezamagirea , senzatia ca dragosta depusa intr-un lucru , e in zadar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ajungi sa crezi ca impulsurile din sufletul tau nu ajung la destinatie;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Astfel , mor pe dinauntru de fiecare data ; se duce cate o sansa a iubirii noastre :-j.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oare cate vieti mai are dragostea dintre noi ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-4461523702712727564?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/4461523702712727564/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/02/ce-intelegi-prin-am-sa-plec.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4461523702712727564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4461523702712727564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/02/ce-intelegi-prin-am-sa-plec.html' title='Ce intelegi prin &quot;am sa plec&quot; ?'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-7728776540141980795</id><published>2011-01-27T16:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:47:23.934+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Traim din amintiri.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intoarce-te in trecut...cu cateva luni.Mai stii cum eram? Iti aduci aminte cum ma priveai? Mai stii cat de fericita si jucausa eram cand te aveam langa mine?Iti amintesti cum radeam din orice prostie doar sa obtin un zambet de la tine? Mai stii cate lacrimi am varsat doar pentru ca te vroiam continuu cu mine si nu puteam sa te am?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Era asa frumos ! Toata lumea era a noastra; O lume lasata pe mana a doi copii indragostiti 8-&amp;gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Si zilele de vara , irecuperabile zile ! Nu o sa le mai am...Darrrr de ce n-o sa le mai am?&lt;br /&gt;M-am schimbat ,&amp;nbsp; te-ai schimbat , iar odata cu noi s-a scimbat totul.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fericirea mi-e tristete 8-).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zambetul mi-e fals.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Viata...mai bine n-ar mai fii.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pe tine nu te pot defini...Dar esti trist deasemenea, vrei sa pari fericit...te tine langa mine doar teama ca o sa-ti fie dor de zilele de care mie deja imi este , de clipele pe care oricum n-o sa le mai traim si poate...poate chiar de mine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Te-ai analizat? Cum ma tratai in&amp;nbsp; trecut ? Cum ma tratezi acum?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mi-e greu de fiecare data sa tac.De fiecare data cand imi demonstrezi si mai tare ca nu mai esti acelasi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sfarsitul fiecarei zi cu tine e acelasi : acasa.odihna.ganduri.plans. restul...numai conteaza.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noi defapt ne-am pierdut de mult.Nu ne-am pierdut ca persoane , ci ca si suflet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Si ma intreb de fiecare data cand paharu-i plin , daca inafara de amintiri si poze , te mai leaga ceva de mine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-7728776540141980795?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/7728776540141980795/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/01/traim-din-amintiri.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7728776540141980795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7728776540141980795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/01/traim-din-amintiri.html' title='Traim din amintiri.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-6876163495439267190</id><published>2011-01-27T16:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:26:16.448+02:00</updated><title type='text'>N-a mai ramas nimic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Unde sunt zilele in care radiam de fericire langa tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unde au disparut toate clipele frumoase , toti " fluturasii " din stomac si sclipirile din ochii tai?&lt;br /&gt;Unde sunt , spune-mi...! Unde au plecat ? Si de ce?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ce nu mai esti ca la inceput , cand orice durere a mea parca era simtita mai intai de tine?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ce numai stii sa ma opresti din plans asa cum o faceai odata?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ce numai ai puterea aia in ochi sa ma indulcesti doar cu o clipire?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Cum poti sa taci si sa n-ai nimic de spus cand ajungem in situatii critice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ce nu-ti mai pasa cand iti reprosez un lucru?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cum poti sa intorci capul in celalalt sens si sa nu-ti dai nici macar putin silinta ca "noi" sa mai existe?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cum ai curajul sa-mi spui ca ma iubesti cand tu faci toate astea?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unde sunt rabdarea ,&amp;nbsp; tandretea , iubirea si increderea pe care mi le ofereai ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unde au disparut toate..?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si nu-mi vei raspunde , sti ca am dreptate,o simti si tu dar nu ma astept sa recunosti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-6876163495439267190?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/6876163495439267190/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/01/n-mai-ramas-nimic.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6876163495439267190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6876163495439267190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/01/n-mai-ramas-nimic.html' title='N-a mai ramas nimic.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-6872933513496993776</id><published>2011-01-26T21:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:40:48.097+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oare tu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ai simtit vreodata ca nesiguranta te impiedica sa iei decizii pentru viata ta ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ai simtit vreodata ca oboseala ti-a cuprins corpul si mintea si nu iti mai revii oricat ai incerca?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ai avut vreodata impresia ca toti cei care te inconjoara iti vor raul ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ai simtit vreodata ca dragostea a disparut asa odata , fara sa-ti dai seama si ca n-o s-o mai recuperezi ?&lt;br /&gt;Cu siguranta ti s-a intamplat si tie...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Iata ca , mi se intampla si mie sa resimt toate astea intr-un timp atat de scurt incat nu-mi mai pot limpezi gandurile...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunt atat de nesigura incat ma indoiesc pana si daca e momentul&amp;nbsp; potrivit sa vorbesc , sa rad ori sa plang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atat de obosita incat am impresia ca ultimele zile au fost rupte dintr-un vis urat , iar eu ma odihnesc in continuare in camera mea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atat de confuza incat nu stiu daca cineva mai tine la mine , daca imi vrea binele sau raul, sau...pur si simplu...nu le pasa...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pentru a 4-a intrebare nici nu as vrea sa mai gasesc o explicatie sau un raspuns , nu mai am decat sa cred ca "timpul le rezolva pe toate" si sa astept o schimbare.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stiu , ar trebui sa iau masuri insa sunt atat de nesigura,obosita si confuza incat , cu ajutorul minimului de tarie pe care il mai detin imi dau seama ca daca as face vreo schimbare , aceasta ar fii gresita.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-6872933513496993776?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/6872933513496993776/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/01/oare-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6872933513496993776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6872933513496993776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/01/oare-tu.html' title='Oare tu...'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-1840509351293645625</id><published>2011-01-21T20:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:25:01.235+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragele mele ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;va multumesc ca imi urmariti blogul si ca il cititi cu atata drag , asteptand urmatoarea mea postare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As vrea insa sa lamuresc un lucru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Una e sa va placa ceva , sa votati , sa comentati , sa apreciati / sau nu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Iar alta este sa copiati postarile si sa le adaugati pe pagina voastra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Problema este ca eu v-am explicat de fiecare data , personal ca acest lucru este unul urat , care nu duce la nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In momentul in care dai un copy-paste nu intelegi NIMIC din semnificatia cuvintelor scrise de mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Am pus mult suflet si nu numai ca am scris aceste postari , ci le-am si trait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nu m-am inspirat de nicaieri altundeva decat din viata mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Incercati sa faceti acelasi lucru , sa trageti concluzii si,de ce nu ? Poate veti realiza ceva de 1000 de ori mai frumos decat mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Va multumesc !@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;:*:* &amp;nbsp;S.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-1840509351293645625?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/1840509351293645625/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2011/01/dragele-mele.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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#6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nu ma va lua nimeni de langa tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Acum 9 luni am inceput o lupta impreuna si ne-am promis ca oricine va incerca sa ne faca rau sau sa ne desparta &amp;nbsp;nu va mai exista pentru noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Am facut amandoi atatea eforturi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BTUylcnuc3c/SztHBQeMz3I/AAAAAAAABEM/wPNiD7vUXbU/s320/mainidecatif300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BTUylcnuc3c/SztHBQeMz3I/AAAAAAAABEM/wPNiD7vUXbU/s320/mainidecatif300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Am renuntat la prieteni , rude , cunostinte doar de dragul pe care ni-l purtam si din dorinta arzatoare de a exista un viitor in care sa fim tot impreuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Lupta asta a fost si este atat de grea !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Iar puterea cuvantului...Doamne, chiar exista! e atat de mare incat ai crede ca e imposibil s-o invingi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Am trecut peste gurile rele care erau mereu contra , peste intamplari neplacute generate de defectele fiecaruia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ne-am acceptat asa cum suntem noi defapt si n-a fost nevoie sa ne prezentam sub alta identitate niciodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cand suntem impreuna suntem atat de fericiti ! scapam de mastile ce ne acopera felul imperfect de a fi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cand esti cu mine esti fericit , continuu cu zambetul pe buze.Ma iubesti atat de mult , se vede-n ochii tai....n-o vad doar eu , o vad si ceilalti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cum as putea sa renunt la toate astea din pricina unor cuvinte,unor barfe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oricine si orice ar incerca sa stea in calea noastra isi va pierde insasi fericirea si speranta caci niciodata nu am fost rautaciosi , ci din contra constienti ca exista loc sub soare pentru toti , oxigenul e nepretuit , destul pentru o planeta intreaga;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Memoria de mi s-ar sterge , cu siguranta mi-as aduce aminte de toate clipele petrecute impreuna , cu prima lacrima ce va cadea pe obrazul tau ,caci acea imagine imi produce cea mai mare durere in suflet si ma face sa sterg toate relele dintre noi si s-o iau de la capat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;te iubesc...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-136300281019479311?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Promit acum , aici , cu zambetul in suflet si pe buze , ca n-am sa uit nicicand aceasta zi , cu tot ceea ce ea a inclus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Iti multumesc inca odata pentru rabdarea,iubirea,tandretea,privirile,zambetele,curajul,sustinerea,dragostea nemarginita si afectiunea pe care tu mi le oferi zi de zi numai mie ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;sunt constienta ca ai putea sa le oferi oricarei alte persoane .Aceasta le-ar primi cu bratele deschise caci nu gasesti la orice colt de strada un om ca tine , un om care stie sa iubeasca , sa asculte si sa ma certe atunci cand chiar e cazul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;te iubesc ...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlemisssunny.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/fulgi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://littlemisssunny.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/fulgi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-4267985481854651642?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/4267985481854651642/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/12/cel-mai-frumos-craciun.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4267985481854651642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4267985481854651642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/12/cel-mai-frumos-craciun.html' title='Cel mai frumos Craciun.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-5359640312563006807</id><published>2010-12-23T16:19:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:25:41.779+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TRNboleXaeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/m1FFH8pzwjY/s1600/spune-mi_ce_zodie_este_el_ca_sa_iti_spun_daca_risca_in_drsgoste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TRNboleXaeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/m1FFH8pzwjY/s320/spune-mi_ce_zodie_este_el_ca_sa_iti_spun_daca_risca_in_drsgoste.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;daca vei rezista fara mine o seara, inseamna ca vei rezista o viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;daca nu vei ceda atunci cand ne certam , inseamna ca nu ma iubesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;daca vei inceta sa ma cauti , inseamna ca nu esti un luptator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;daca ma vei lasa sa ma chinuie dorul , inseamna ca vrei sa ma distrugi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;daca nu-mi vei simti vocea tremurand , inseamna ca nu ma cunosti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;daca nu vei plange odata cu mine , inseamna ca inima ta nu bate odata cu-a mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;daca nu vei recunoaste ca gresim amandoi inseamna ca nu esti sincer in primul rand cu tine , in al doilea cu mine .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;daca vei renunta sa-mi spui " te iubesc " cu aceeasi vapaie in suflet , inseamna &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;ca nu te-am avut niciodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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title='Daca...'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TRNboleXaeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/m1FFH8pzwjY/s72-c/spune-mi_ce_zodie_este_el_ca_sa_iti_spun_daca_risca_in_drsgoste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-2815642005905069028</id><published>2010-12-13T21:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:04:57.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esti totul pentru mine .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TQZt9w0GyrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/d8cOuEnj1uM/s320/pt+ca+te+iubbbbskkk+%253Bx+%252817%2529.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Zapada s-a asternut.In jur , doar linistea ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Oare de unde atata caldura in privirea ta , cand gerul ingheata totul in jur ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Luna ne priveste si ne lumineaza calea prin tainica noapte de argint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;M-ai prins usor de solduri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Imi priveai chipul in detaliu , cand un fulg indraznet de nea s-a asternut pe buzele mele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Drept urmare , fara sa astepti , ti-ai lipit buzele peste ale mele pentru a ma scapa de micutul intrus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Ai reusit ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Sub pretextul tau jucaus , mi-ai furat un sarut .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Il mai simt si acum , acelasi zambet imi lumineaza chipul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Doza zilnica de fericire pe care mi-o oferi nu a lipsit nici azi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Te iubesc...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-2815642005905069028?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TQZt9w0GyrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/d8cOuEnj1uM/s72-c/pt+ca+te+iubbbbskkk+%253Bx+%252817%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-9061644336590794870</id><published>2010-12-01T13:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:47:26.501+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Adio ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Oare tu nu te gandesti cata durere imi provoci prin joaca ta cu dragostea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Iti place sa ma chinui si sa vezi cum ma topesc sub ochii tai .Iti place sa ma amagesti si sa ma imbeti cu vorbe goale ,sa ma faci sa cred in ele , apoi sa-mi demonstrezi ca m-am inselat ( inca odata ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Oare ti-ai propus sa ma distrugi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Vrei sa-mi omori sentimentele , orgoliul , principiile , sa ma faci sa-ti cad la picioare chiar daca cel care greseste esti tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Iata ca planul tau a luat sfarsit , se pare ca nu ai avut o strategie prea buna ;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Piesa noastra s-a sfarsit.Am tras cortinele .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Am sters totul cu buretele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;NU MAI INSEMNI NIMIC PENTRU MINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-9061644336590794870?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/9061644336590794870/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/12/adio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/9061644336590794870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/9061644336590794870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/12/adio.html' title='Adio ...'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-3115676225346161589</id><published>2010-11-14T21:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:18:49.725+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anastasia.An another story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Anastasia , fata cu parul blond ,pe care toata lumea o cunoaste drept fata aceea cuminte , care locuieste in blocul de langa mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Deasemenea , cu totii il cunosc pe prietenul sau , Eduard , sunt impreuna de aproape 2 ani si si-au petrecut ultimele luni impreuna aproape intreaga zi.Sunt de nedespartit , intotdeauna sunt priviti cu invidie de ceilalti.Faptul ca Eduard nu a avut conflicte cu baietii din cartier , il face sa para mai mult sau mai putin " retras " , ceilalti punandu-i adesea zeci de porecle stupide ce fac referire la firea lui calma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Anastasia nu ia insa in seama toate lucrurile astea , e constienta ca mai e putin din vacanta de vara , iar odata cu inceperea liceului toate astea vor lua sfarsit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Si iata cum se scurg si ultimele saptamani din marea vacanta , cei doi distrandu-se pe cat se poate de mult in tot acest timp .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In prima zi de liceu , Anastasia atrage mii de priviri ...era logic, parul ei stralucea in razele soarelui , punandu-i in evidenta tenul perfect , ochii sai de un verde izbitor si buzele ei atent conturate.Cum era normal , a facut cunostinta cu toata lumea , a schimbat pareri , priviri si celelalte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dupa ore , Eduard a asteptat-o :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- Hey !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Hey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Deci ? Cum ti s-a parut ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Foarte cool , e super aici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Da, asa pare la inceput...Insa, Anastasia ai grija...nu toate persoanele sunt asa cum par, oricare dintre cele ce iti vor deveni prietene te-ar putea conduce spre o cale gresita...Eu am trecut prin asta anul trecut , si stiu foarte bine ce inseamna sa petreci timp cu persoane necunoscute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Eduard , termina sunt doar adolescenti ca si noi.Hello ! ce mi se poate intampla?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Sia...ti se pot intampla multe lucruri , intelege , te rog , ai grija...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Da, da...o sa am.Asa o sa faci tot anul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Nu...Defapt , prefer sa-ti repet asta de o mie de ori decat sa ti se intample ceva rau .Esti tot ce am , te iubesc , Anastasia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Stiu , si eu te iubesc.O sa fie bine, sti ca nu sunt genul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Stiu, acum nu esti , insa poti fi influentata foarte usor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-N-o sa fiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Sia , iau asta ca pe o promisiune...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A doua zi Anastasia afla ca Eduard s-a imbolnavit foarte grav,o raceala puternica la plamani il va tine internat o vreme.Speriata , il suna degraba si ii spune plangand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Eduard , ce s-a intamplat , spune-mi ca te faci bine , mi-e teama...Eduarddddddddddddd !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Anastasia , linisteste-te ... trebuie sa stau 2 saptamani aici , pentru tratament apoi o sa fiu bine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Dar deja mi-e dor de tine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Stiu, iubito , poti veni sa ma vezi , azi...la pranz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Ai nevoie de ceva ? ce sa-ti aduc ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Nu...nu am nevoie,mersi.Am nevoie doar de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Ok , la 12 voi fi acolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Zis si facut , Anastasia merge la Eduard , i se rupea sufletul sa-l vada asa...niciodata nu fusese pusa in situatia asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Eduard ,eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Stiu...e greu...dar o sa vorbim...linisteste-te...mergi la scoala...te iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Si eu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Sa ma suni in pauza mare, sa te aud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Da , desigur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Pa-pa ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sta o vreme apoi pleaca , direct spre liceu.Acolo ii intalneste pe toti cei pe care ii cunoscuse cu o zi in urma.Orele de curs treceau repede , pauza dupa pauza toti erau in jurul ei.Dintre toti , nu l-a remarcat decat pe Joe , baiatul de la a 12 a dupa care mureau toate fetele .Mereu bine-imbracat , aranjat si cu un parfum ce ramanea in urma pasilor sai ademenea toate domnisoarele din liceu , se juca cu sentimentele lor , apoi se prefacea ca nu le cunoaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ea merge spre el si ii spuse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Buna, sunt Anastasia...esti singurul cu care nu am vorbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Hey , fato , te-am intrebat eu ceva? Da-te la o parte :-j.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Se retrage nemultumita si merge la ultima ora de curs.Dupa ce se termina programul simte ca parca lipseste ceva:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Uuuuupsssssssssssss ! Eduard ! Trebuia sa-l sun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- Alo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-BUna , Eduard , te rog iarta-ma ca nu te-am sunat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Nu-i nimic iubito.Cum a fost ziua de azi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Super , mi-am facu foarte multe prietene , prieteni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-M-as bucura sa fie asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Eduarddd ! X(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Scuze...dar nu uita ce ti-am spus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Nu uit...trebuie sa merg acasa...Vorbim diseara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ajunsa acasa , deschide calculatorul.Pana in jurul orei 12 vorbeste pe messenger cu noii sai colegi si " prieteni " , apoi se baga direct in pat.A doua zi de dimineata isi aduce aminte ca Eduard asteptase sa il sune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Eduard, `neatza , ce faci ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Bine...aseara..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Am adormit , am fost obosita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Aaa, ok.Azi vi la mine ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Normal, la 12 sunt acolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Bine , te astept...Te iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Si eu te iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Pleaca spre spital , insa se intalneste cu o colega de clasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Buna , Anastasia ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Hey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Te rog , hai cu mine ... Trebuie sa ma intalnesc cu iubitul meu , nu-mi place sa merg singura ...te rogggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Pai...nu pot pentru ca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Anastasia , serios frate ce fel de colega esti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Influentata de cuvintele colegei sale , Sia hotaraste sa mearga cu ea...il suna pe Eduard si il anunta ca nu poate veni , pe motiv ca trebuie sa mearga cu o ora mai devreme la cursuri , din pricina unei schimbari bruste de orar.Desi i se parea ciudat , Eduard accepta varianta fetei si intelege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In parcul unde colega sa trebuia sa aibe respectiva intalnire , se aflau 2 baieti.Sia ii cunoastea din vedere , doar era una dintre V.I.P-urile din categoria boboacelor din acest an.Unul dintre baieti , era Joe...cel care o respinsese acum cateva zile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Avu surpriza ca de aceasta data Joe sa-i vorbeasca foarte frumos , chiar sa-i faca declaratii suspecte de dragoste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Coplesita de farmecul lui Joe , fata accepta propunerea lui de a nu merge la cursuri , pentru a petrece mai mult timp impreuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Seara se termina " grandios " cu numeroase saruturi si atingeri intre cei doi.Anastasia uitase ca Eduard exista , se purta de parca ultimii doi ani nu au insemnat nimic pentru ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ajunsa acasa, ca de obicei petrece timpul la calculator , face un dus si se baga in pat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Iata ca telefonul suna insistent , Anastasia se trezeste din somn si raspunde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Alo :-j.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Sia , scuze ca te-am trezit , ce faci?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-M-ai trezit din somn sa ma intrebi ce fac? Frate eu maine am ore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Ok , scuze , am gresit...dar nu stiam nimic de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Da , bine.Vezi ca nu mai am credit...Vin eu maine la tine la spital...la 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Ok.te iubesc Anastasia ai grija de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Si eu..am .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A doua zi o petrece exact asa cum o petrecuse pe cea dinainte.Uita de Eduard , de iubirea lor , de tot.Usor , usor, se arunca in bratele lui Joe care o atrage mult mai mult , el e un baiat smecheras de cartier care stie multe replici de agatat , care pune mana exact acolo unde ea spune ca e interzis si face totul pe dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Timp de 2 saptamani , Anastasia o ia pe cai din ce in ce mai rele , in locul orelor de curs ea isi petrece vremea in localuri,Eduard o cauta cu disperare neputand sa stie nimic sigur despre ea.Parintii erau plecati in strainatate pentru a strange bani , ea fiind in grija matusii care nu-si dadea foarte mult interesul in educatia ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Intr-o sambata seara , fiind intr-un club cu Joe , el o opreste din dans si ii spune:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Fato ,e timpul sa-ti arat o chestie tare...Ia asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Joe...ce e pastila asta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Ia-o frate si taci !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Fata o ia , vazand ca acelasi lucru face si el.Nu peste mult timp stari de confuzie si ameteala apoi urmand o stare mult mai placuta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Cu totii si-au dat seama ca lipsa lui Eduard a facut ravagii in comportamentul Anastasiei.Din fata cuminte si silitoare , in mai putin de 2 saptamani a devenit fata rebela si dorita de toti baietii din liceu, fata care umbla cu Joe ( defapt una dintre acele fete , caci toti , inafara de ea , stiau ca Joe isi petrece timpul cu multe fete , nepunand pret pe niciuna).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Intr-o zi de marti , Eduard reuseste sa o gaseasca la scoala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Anastasia !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Da-mi drumul, fraiere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Iubito , de ce vorbesti asa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Ce iubito frate , il vezi p-ala de acolo ? In tricou albastru?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Da iubito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-El e iubitul meu.Tu esti un fraier , duci lipsa de senzatii tari , nu sti ce inseamna viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Iubito , dar 2 ani am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Mi-am pierdut timpul cu tine fraiere, lasa-ma in pace...asta pana nu afla Joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Saptamani la rand Eduard o cauta , incearca sa o convinga ca nu e bine ce face , ca Joe isi bate joc si de ea ca si de celelalte si o implora sa nu mearga cu el la petrecerea anuntata de Joe cu o saptamana in urma , la el acasa cu rolul aniversarii majoratului sau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ea nu vrea sa creada nimic din ce i se spune , fiind orbita de caracterul inselator al lui Joe.NU asculta nici colegele , care au inceput sa se alarmeze , nici profesorii si nici macar pe Eduard , baiatul care o iubea atat de mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Merge la aceasta petrecere imbracata sumar (era de asteptat) si intra in ringul de dans.Dupa 2 pahare de tequila si 3 de lichior , ii spune lui Joe :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Jo, mai ai pastilele pe care mi le-ai dat data trecuta in club ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Da , de ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- Mai vreau !! vreau sa ma distrez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Anastasia , nu stiu daca e bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Joeee da-mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Ok , ia asta.Dar nu lua mai mult de 2...poate fi foarte periculos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Inconstienta , Anastasia inghite 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Cat de rau poate fi :-j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dupa ceva timp , cand totul era " high " pentru ea , se prabuseste la pamant parca strafulgerata , ochii i se inchind iar corpul incepe sa i se raceasca treptat.Toti se alarmeaza , Joe fura masina parintilor si fuge, fiind constient ca Anastasia tocmai incetase din viata din cauza sa , luase o supradoza ce i-a fost fatala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Zvonul a ajuns pana departe , iar Eduard auzind cele intamplate merge sa o vada pentru ultima data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Cazand in genunchi , lacrimile erau din ce in ce mai fierbinti si mai dese...cu multa durere incepe sa strige cu disperare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Anastasiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, nuuu ...de ce nu m-ai ascultat? de ce nu ai luat in calcul faptul ca mereu ti-am vrut binele ? de ce m-ai lasat singur ? de ceeee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Rostind aceste strigate , ridicandu-se brusc ... nu s-a oprit din fuga pana la podul cel inalt , pe care el se plimba cu Anastasia punandu-si dorinte pentru viitor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Te iubesc , nu am niciun rost fara tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Acestea au fost ultimele cuvinte , Eduard si-a pus capat zilelor aruncandu-se de pe balustrada podului...Familia , cunoscutii si toti cei care au auzit aceasta poveste au ales sa invete din greselile lor , pentru a evita ca dintr-o dragoste imensa sa se produca o astfel de tragedie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;SFARSIT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-3115676225346161589?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/3115676225346161589/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/11/anastasiaan-another-story.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3115676225346161589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3115676225346161589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/11/anastasiaan-another-story.html' title='Anastasia.An another story.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-5855507579779403797</id><published>2010-11-14T19:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:47:51.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubirea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMOOr7GEkj8&amp;amp;feature=related&amp;amp;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TOAba4qepJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aT8jhoyvkPo/s1600/happy-valentines-day-pink-gerbera-with-a-heart-of-chocolate-by-Vanessa-Pike-Russell-flower-pink-heart-delicious-fave-Love-pics-flowers-Love-flowers-candy-angie56-bellas-xxx-m-Flori-Doirs-%25D1%2586%25D0%25B2%25D0%25B5%25D1%2582%25D1%258F-flower-s_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TOAba4qepJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aT8jhoyvkPo/s200/happy-valentines-day-pink-gerbera-with-a-heart-of-chocolate-by-Vanessa-Pike-Russell-flower-pink-heart-delicious-fave-Love-pics-flowers-Love-flowers-candy-angie56-bellas-xxx-m-Flori-Doirs-%25D1%2586%25D0%25B2%25D0%25B5%25D1%2582%25D1%258F-flower-s_large.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E atat de frumos sa iubesti...sa te bucuri si sa fi trist odata cu persoana de langa tine.Sa va oferiti unul altuia clipe din ce in ce mai frumoase , sa observati lumea din jur si sa invatati din greselile celorlalti.Sa stati pe banca rosie din parc , si sa observati cum sute de cupluri se cearta , chiar se despart din lucruri atat de neinsemnate.Sa va ganditi apoi cum ar fi daca ati fi in locul lor si sa ajungeti sa nu va mai puteti stapani lacrimile gandindu-va cat de tare ar durea o despartire chiar acum , cand totul merge atat de bine.Sa incheiati aceasta atmosfera creata cu o imbratisare care sa va ofere amandurora certitudinea ca asta nu se va intampla niciodata.Apoi sa va priviti in ochi , sa va soptiti cuvinte frumoase si sa reveniti&amp;nbsp; la peisajul vostru de vis .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te simti atat de bine cand persoana de langa tine iti poarta de grija , uneori chiar daca exagereaza tie ti se pare firesc.Cu siguranta daca grija asta ar veni din partea parintilor, de exemplu ati reactiona imediat fiind foarte iritati de ceea ce ei va pun sa faceti " hai dom`le...mai sunt un copil ? stiu sa-mi port singur/a de grija! " .Da , lor ai putea sa le spui asta , sa le-o arunci din zbor cu un ton ridicat , sa trantesti usa si sa pleci.Insa ei , persoanei pe care o iubesti atat de mult , i-ai putea vorbi asa? Cu siguranta nu , sti ca nu-i poti refuza nimic, iti vrea doar binele.Devi atat de dependent de ea , devine pentru tine intregul univers , plin de atatea taine nedezlusite de nimeni pana acum.Si iti doresti asa de mult s-o faci sa scape de retineri si teama , sa ti se arate exact asa cum e ea , fara o masca ce i-ar acoperi adevarata fata.Te straduiesti atat de tare sa o faci sa se simta bine in prezenta ta , sa nu ii fie rusine sa fie ea insasi cand sunteti impreuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Iti e atat de usor sa ii spui ce ai pe suflet.Iti place cum te asculta , cum buzele i se inclesteaza si asculta in tacere tot ce-i spui , si e atat de afectata incat nu mai poate scoate niciun cuvant.Te panichezi cand vezi cat e de tacuta uneori , insa tot ea iti alunga si aceasta panica cu o imbratisare stransa din care intelegi 1000 si 1 de lucruri diferite.Simti caldura,incredere, iubire,dragoste ,afectiune , implicare , grija , toleranta , simpatie si multe alte lucruri ce sudeaza relatia voastra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Devii foarte increzator in ceea ce se petrece intre voi si timpul iti ofera garantia ca veti ramane impreuna.Parca toate prind un sens , cercul de prieteni , familia , toate devin comune voua .Va simtiti cel mai bine cand sunteti numai voi doi , si puteti sa va spuneti tot ceea ce in aglomeratia di`mprejurul vostru nu este posibil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pare cu adevarat magic momentul in care va spuneti unul altuia tot ce aveti pe suflet , fie acestea lucruri pozitive sau nu ; Nimic insa nu va poate impiedica sa fiti impreuna , stiti amandoi ca " pentru dragostea unui trandafir trebuie sa suporti spinii " si ati hotarat , intr-o seara de mai , sub lumina lunii ca nimic nu va va determina sa renuntati la&amp;nbsp; ceea ce ati cladit impreuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Iata cum 2 drumuri total opuse se pot unii , lasand la o parte diferentele de caracter si conceptiile diferite , toate incepand sa aibe o stransa legatura doar prin : IUBIRE !&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TOAbaOh5bzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NanlNX4NZ2M/s1600/3267527244_51822dc5b9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TOAbaOh5bzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NanlNX4NZ2M/s400/3267527244_51822dc5b9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-5855507579779403797?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/5855507579779403797/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/11/iubirea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/5855507579779403797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/5855507579779403797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/11/iubirea.html' title='Iubirea.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TOAba4qepJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aT8jhoyvkPo/s72-c/happy-valentines-day-pink-gerbera-with-a-heart-of-chocolate-by-Vanessa-Pike-Russell-flower-pink-heart-delicious-fave-Love-pics-flowers-Love-flowers-candy-angie56-bellas-xxx-m-Flori-Doirs-%25D1%2586%25D0%25B2%25D0%25B5%25D1%2582%25D1%258F-flower-s_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-1912550924566907548</id><published>2010-11-13T18:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T18:03:19.708+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ea sau restul?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TN62OdZFC-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/fBMGmK1ELLo/s1600/matrix+-+alegerea+-+TIME+TO+CHOOSE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TN62OdZFC-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/fBMGmK1ELLo/s400/matrix+-+alegerea+-+TIME+TO+CHOOSE.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sti , faci atatea chestii fara rost .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Cum poti s-o lasi asa pentru restul lumii?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pentru 1 ora de caterinca cu tovarasii tai falsi o lasi de izbeliste si te ascunzi toata ziua de parca nici n-ai fi in viata ei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Si culmea ! ai si pretentia sa-i convina ?:))&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa-ti spun o chestie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ar trebui sa te obisnuiesti cu ideea ca ea e a ta tot timpul , fie ca vrei , fie ca nu , din momentul in care i-ai jurat iubire si i-ai promis ca n-o sa regrete daca iti incredinteaza tie toata increderea sa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Vezi ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Gresesti...mereu uiti asta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ea nu-i obligata sa astepte sa-ti dai seama ca ce faci uneori e gresit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Are atatea optiuni in jur incat nici n-ar trebui sa-si faca probleme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Totul are o limita si la lasarea serii amicii tai o sa dispara ca prin minune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hah :-j&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pentru cateva clipe de " show "&amp;nbsp; s-ar putea s-o pierzi printre degete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Si nu zic ca te lasa , stie ca asa faci mereu&amp;nbsp; , dar te-ai gandit ca daca iti va urma modelul si va face la fel s-ar putea " s-o dai in bara " ? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-1912550924566907548?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/1912550924566907548/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/11/ea-sau-restul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1912550924566907548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1912550924566907548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/11/ea-sau-restul.html' title='Ea sau restul?'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TN62OdZFC-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/fBMGmK1ELLo/s72-c/matrix+-+alegerea+-+TIME+TO+CHOOSE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-8869418125663611150</id><published>2010-11-12T23:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:21:42.426+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiar trebuie ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Am inteles in sfarsit ca nu poti fi prieten cu toata lumea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Am inteles ca nu voi recupera niciodata ultimii 8 ani .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nu voi recupera niciodata persoanele cu care mi-am petrecut tot acest timp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fiecare are acum calea sa, scopul sau in viata .Am inteles si eu , in sfarsit ca nu mai am voie sa compar ce a fost cu ce este si ce va fi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acum tot ce trebuie sa faci e sa te maturizezi cu forta , sa raspunzi cerintelor celor din jurul tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa ma descurc singura deoarece este foarte putin probabil sa gasesc un umar care sa ma sprijine atunci cand mi-e greu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stau si privesc in jurul meu si observ ca e din ce in ce mai greu sa gasesti un prieten adevarat, sa gasesti un suflet bun sau un baiat care sa te iubeasca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mult timp am crezut ca toti imi vor binele si nu ascultam pe nimeni cand auzeam ca de la inceputul acestei etape din viata mea totul se va schimba si trebuie sa fiu tare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bineinteles ca inca nu am reusit sa ma obisnuiesc cu ideea asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Am patruns acum in&amp;nbsp; perioada in care persoanele dragi iti sunt luate , cunostintele te uita , iar tu trebuie sa te straduiesti din greu sa-ti cauti oameni pe care te poti baza, ceea ce , credeti-ma e foarrrteee greu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pe zi ce trece dau si primesc zambete false.Cu toate ca intre mine si numeroase persoane s-a creat o antipatie,continuam sa ne zambim :-j minunat , asa-i ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trebuie insa sa ne obisnuim cu ideea ca toate drumurile ne vor duce unii spre altii un timp bun de-acum incolo, si sa ne suportam unii pe altii , unele pe altele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sunt un caracter slab.Aceasta este concluzia la care am ajuns in ultima perioada .Ma afecteaza tot felul de chestii prostesti , si devin din ce in ce mai vulnerabila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sper insa ca voi reusi sa ma adaptez conditiilor actuale insa pot sa afirm ca nu-mi doresc sa fiu una dintre cei care adora stilul asta de viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Prefer sa raman asa cum sunt , sa ma apropii usor de o persoana , sa rad odata cu ea , sa plang odata cu ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Sa ma supar si sa-mi treaca la fel de repede , sa invat lucruri esentiale si sa ma distrez in acelasi timp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-8869418125663611150?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/8869418125663611150/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/11/chiar-trebuie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/8869418125663611150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/8869418125663611150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/11/chiar-trebuie.html' title='Chiar trebuie ?!'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-6074947543454685606</id><published>2010-11-12T23:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:06:23.185+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Marturisire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TN2qtBpktTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/sG1QKNEsaak/s1600/zambete.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TN2qtBpktTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/sG1QKNEsaak/s200/zambete.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ti-am gresit de prea multe ori ...&lt;br /&gt;Ultima data a fost ieri...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ma framanta continuu de aseara o mie de ganduri.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cum am putut oare sa trec pe langa tine ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce oare am ales sa ne fac rau amandurora si nu am pus capat acelui conflict?&lt;br /&gt;Oare de ce portile alea mari nu s-au incuiat inainte sa ies si sa reactionez asa?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ce nu m-a izbit ceva de peretii tari si reci?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ce nu m-au impiedicat cei din jur sa iti ies in cale ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TN2r9b7BXPI/AAAAAAAAAII/id2UbOPBRno/s1600/gustiubire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TN2r9b7BXPI/AAAAAAAAAII/id2UbOPBRno/s200/gustiubire.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ce oare nu am gandit in momentele alea?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ce nu m-au strivit zidurile vechi? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nu pot sa-mi raspund la atat de multe intrebari.Cum oare am putut sa fiu atat de nerecunoscatoare?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cum am putut sa mint o zi intreaga ca " n-am nimic " cand ma framanta gandul ce ma ducea continuu la tine?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ce nu m-am oprit la tine?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ce nu te-am privit in ochi?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu te-am sarutat usor ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu ti-am spus " a trecut " cand cu siguranta aveai nevoie ?&lt;br /&gt;Cum am putut sa te chinui asa, cand esti cel mai important pentru mine?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doamne , de ce m-ai lasat sa pasesc in continuare pe aleea aia blestemata , strivind frunzele sub pasii mei hotarati , plini de furie si sa ma departez din ce in ce mai tare de el?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu m-ai oprit ? De ce nu mi-ai impiedicat inima sa mai bata cateva secunde?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TN2p3PboCCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JmMCjmZi8-s/s1600/time1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TN2p3PboCCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JmMCjmZi8-s/s200/time1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oare de ce nu am ascultat cuvintele celorlalti?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu am ascultat cand mi s-a spus " du-te la el ! " ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;De ce nu m-am intors cand mi s-a spus " nu-i poti face asta ! " ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;de ce am preferat sa ma prefac intr-una ca nu-mi pasa si sa-mi refuz sentimentele.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;De ce m-ai iertat si ma iubesti in continuare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-6074947543454685606?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/6074947543454685606/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/11/marturisire.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6074947543454685606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6074947543454685606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/11/marturisire.html' title='Marturisire.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TN2qtBpktTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/sG1QKNEsaak/s72-c/zambete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-3486117883151642028</id><published>2010-11-07T18:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:31:50.937+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrebare si raspuns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;1.Oare ea chiar e cea mai importanta pentru tine ?&lt;br /&gt;2.Crezi oare cu adevarat in ceea ce spui?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;3.Tu te auzi cand spui "te iubesc" ?&lt;br /&gt;4.Tu dac-ai fi in locul ei te-ai crede?&lt;br /&gt;5.Chiar crezi ca i-ai demonstrat destul ca ti la ea?&lt;br /&gt;6.Esti sigur 100 % ca nu devi prea comod cand simti ca iti apartine in totalitate?&lt;br /&gt;7.Oare crezi ca e de ajuns sa explici prin cuvinte ce simti ?&lt;br /&gt;8.Oare crezi ca ea e legata de tine pe veci ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;9.Crezi ca daca asa pare , ea uita ca ai ranit-o ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;Sa-ti raspund ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;1.Importanta este.Dar nicidecum CEA MAI importanta.E prea mult spus , recunoaste.Fi sincer macar odata,iar daca e atat de importanta pentru tine n-o minte , stiu ca pe tine te poti minti deseori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2.Uneori crezi , alteori nu. Insa preferi sa sustii ca da.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;3.Te auzi...si ti se pare ca faci un mare efort daca spui asta.Sa-ti reamintesc ...sunt doar 2 cuvinte.2 cuvinte care sunt seci daca nu vin din suflet .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;4.Nu.Nici chiar tu nu te-ai crede uneori.Motivatiile alea penibile si modul de a privi in jos cand simti ca nu merita ceea ce-i faci te da de gol.Te-ai gandit ca poate uneori ti-ai da chiar si o palma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;5.Esti constient ca pentru ea nu conteaza gesturile de pe o zi pe alta.E o fata speciala.Speciala in felul ei , de a face totul diferit de alte fete.Vezi , tocmai asta o face diferita...si d-asta trebuie sa pregatesti mereu ceva nou pentru ea,sa o surprinzi , sa o alinti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;6.Tu negi cu incapatanare acest comportament.Dar totusi il deti , recunoaste.Ai curaj sa spui cu voce tare , ca atunci cand simti ca iti apartine nu ai tendinta "s-o lasi mai moale" ? :-w :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;7.Tu poate crezi asta,sau iei in calcul aceasta varianta insa scurt si la obiect , daca&amp;nbsp; vrem sa comentam afirmatia " sunt suficiente cuvintele in&amp;nbsp; a defini sentimente ", urmeaza clar un comentariu fara sfarsit in care vor incapea mii de critici asupra celor ce cred asta.Deci , clar... NU ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;8.Esti constient ca nu e.Desi ai vrea din tot sufletul sa fie , sa nu se mai dezlipeasca de tine chiar daca si-ar dori asta.Insa te-ai gandit ca "dragoste cu sila nu se poate" ? Te-ai gandit ca ea are un suflet ? Ca o doare ?Crezi ca vei reusi sa o faci sa-si doreasca sa fiti legati pentru totdeauna mai mult decat tine ?:&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;9.Acum poate te grabesti sa-ti raspunzi si sa spui : nu. Insa ea poate uita,pentru ca te iubeste si asta o sti bine.Nu te juca insa cu sufletul ei bun , nu cred c-ai vrea sa devii personajul negativ, care o va distruge in loc sa-i contureze firea prin sentimente adevarate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-3486117883151642028?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/3486117883151642028/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/11/intrebare-si-raspuns.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3486117883151642028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3486117883151642028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/11/intrebare-si-raspuns.html' title='Intrebare si raspuns.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-1357182967519943929</id><published>2010-11-06T17:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T17:32:42.745+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TNV09HWSmSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/oEy1dxEwXpM/s1600/630381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TNV09HWSmSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/oEy1dxEwXpM/s320/630381.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cum e cand iubesti fara limite, cand simti ca te sufoca clipele cand nu-l ai aproape,cand ti se pare ca e suparat , ca nu se simte bine , ca nu-ti spune?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Esti asa nelinistita, in sufletul tau tocmai se dezlantuie o furtuna puternica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Iti ravaseste toate ideile si sentimentele care erau in sfarsit la locul lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Va fi nevoie s-o iei de la capat.Iar el sa munceasca din greu pentru a-ti demonstra ca totul e ca inainte iar faptul ca nu l-ai vazut o zi n-ar trebui sa te sperie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Cu siguranta el e singurul care reuseste sa te linisteasca cand iti spune ca va fi numai al tau , ca abia asteapta sa fiti impreuna pentru totdeauna , ca isi doreste cu disperare un sarut si ca vrea sa-i porti numele pe viitor sa fi in totalitate a lui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Iti spune ca vrea sa i te daruiesti lui , pentru a-ti arata ce e fericirea si pentru a-ti face viata un vis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In fond tot ceea ce el iti spune si promite este insasi un vis,care se poate indeplini ( sau nu ) in functie de staruinta si ambitia de care el ar trebui sa dea dovada pe viitor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In fine , lasand asta deoparte si revenind la sentimente , ajungem din nou in punctul in care tu esti tulburata total si nu mai suporti dorul ce ti s-a stabilit direct acolo unde doare cel mai tare , acolo unde niciodata nu ar fi trebuit sa-l lasi sa se stabileasca.Direct , acolo..sti tu...in inima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Si iata cum se declanseaza o lupta intre dor si iubire,alta intre speranta si deznadejde .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Incerci sa fi tare spunandu-ti ca o sa treaca insa...sa fim seriosi !&lt;br /&gt;Tu defapt nu crezi asta si ai impresia ca starea asta o sa puna stapanire pe tine la nesfarsit si ca e un dezastru ceea ce se intampla cu tine.Ai impresia ca esti intr-o carte de povesti , cand printesei i se interzice sa-si vada printul sau intr-un film (romance) de la care astepti un final fericit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Si chiar asa se intampla...un final fericit iti va readuce zambetul pe buze , iti va alunga indoielile si gandurile negre .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;El te va lua din nou de mana , te va strange la piept...iti va sterge lacrimile si iti va spune la fel de credibil si sincer : O sa fie bine !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-1357182967519943929?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/1357182967519943929/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/11/calvar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1357182967519943929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1357182967519943929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/11/calvar.html' title='Calvar.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TNV09HWSmSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/oEy1dxEwXpM/s72-c/630381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-1298465863438687554</id><published>2010-11-06T12:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T13:17:46.445+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru ca ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ador sa te privesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ochii tai imi vorbesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si imi spun multe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Despre tine , despre noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imi spun cel mai des ca tu intr-adevar ma iubesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si ii cred...sunt oglinda sufletului tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;N-ar putea sa ma minta . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ador sa te strang in brate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bratele tale ma incalzesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ma feresc de orice si oricine mi-ar putea face rau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ador atingerea ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imi provoaca fiori dar in acelasi timp placere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ma face sa imi doresc sa o faci continuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ador sarutul tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ma poarta pe aripile dragostei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ma ridica pana sus , la cer ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apoi ma aduc inapoi, lasandu-ma sa ating usor pamantul umed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ador vocea ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ma pierd in cuvintele tale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De nenumarate ori trebuie sa repeti ce-mi spui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Atentia imi e atrasa de gesturile si privirea ta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dar tot tu ma readuci in lumea reala cu un zambet .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ador zambetul tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ma face sa simt ca esti fericit in prezenta mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;El imi arata ca senzatia de visare e reciproca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si mai ales...ma face sa te privesc , sa te strang in brate ,sa te ascult , sa-ti vorbesc , sa ma imbat cu sarutul tau si sa ma pierd in cuvintele tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;te iubesc ...SSV &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TNU4IcDtGJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kv24XvYOOSc/s1600/kissing-couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TNU4IcDtGJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kv24XvYOOSc/s320/kissing-couple.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-1298465863438687554?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/1298465863438687554/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/11/pentru-ca.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1298465863438687554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1298465863438687554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/11/pentru-ca.html' title='Pentru ca ...'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TNU4IcDtGJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kv24XvYOOSc/s72-c/kissing-couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-896598073036375795</id><published>2010-10-03T21:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:50:19.829+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimele cuvinte le voi rosti tot pentru tine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdIkA_4ULkI/SxB5RtOsrPI/AAAAAAAAB2U/3tHCJihCp-I/s1600/clock%20moarte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdIkA_4ULkI/SxB5RtOsrPI/AAAAAAAAB2U/3tHCJihCp-I/s320/clock%20moarte.jpg" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Daca in momentul asta as fii pe patul de moarte,ti-as cere sa-mi indeplinesti ultimele dorinte.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Am incredere in tine , singurul in care am incredere , stiu ca mi le-ai implini ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mai intai de toate te-as ruga sa ma ierti pentru toate serile pe care le-ai transformat in zile din cauza mea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pentru toate clipele in care te-am facut sa plangi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pentru momentele in care ma rugai din adancul sufletului sa-ti dau sansa la o explicatie iar eu ramaneam rece in continuare.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Te-as ruga sa ma ierti pentru ca ti-am aparut in cale.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa-mi ierti comportamentul copilaresc.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa treci peste faptul ca nu te-am ascultat cand a trebuit...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Te-as ruga totusi sa nu uiti clipele frumoase.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Te-as implora sa nu stergi pozele cu noi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As varsa o lacrima fierbinte rugandu-te sa nu ascunzi lucrurile de la mine intr-un loc intunecat si nestiut de nimeni.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Te-as ruga sa-ti amintesti de mine macar din cand in cand.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mi-as dori sa ti minte fiecare sarut ce ne-a unit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ti-as oferi garantia ca nu te voi uita nici acolo sus,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As avea gija de tine de acolo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Constienta ca pe Pamant nu am facut-o niciodata.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mi-as mai dori sa nu uiti serile petrecute impreuna,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Si drumul lung pe care-l strabateam impreuna in zilele de vara...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dar cu toate astea , printre ultimele cuvinte...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As jura ca mai mult decat orice pe lume...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pe tine te-am iubit !...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-896598073036375795?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/896598073036375795/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/10/ultimele-cuvinte-le-voi-rosti-tot.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/896598073036375795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/896598073036375795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/10/ultimele-cuvinte-le-voi-rosti-tot.html' title='Ultimele cuvinte le voi rosti tot pentru tine.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdIkA_4ULkI/SxB5RtOsrPI/AAAAAAAAB2U/3tHCJihCp-I/s72-c/clock%20moarte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-3466680413242282419</id><published>2010-09-18T21:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T21:36:28.392+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajutor ! Ma pierd .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scienceandsociety.co.uk/images/img_help.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.scienceandsociety.co.uk/images/img_help.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te nasti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Traiesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Intr-adevar , destul de normal ce am spus pana acum.O stim cu totii , nu? Suntem constienti ca tuturor " o sa ne vina randul " intr-o zi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te nasti.Aduci zambete pe fata alor tai, cu siguranta aduci.Daca nu parintilor , fratilor ... Cu siguranta bunicilor.Imposibil sa nu produci macar o mica sclipire in ochii cuiva , sa nu faci pe cineva sa-si doreasca sa te tina in brate , sa-ti atinga pielea atat de fina si sa-ti priveasca gingasul chip .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incepi sa cresti si vezi cum toti cei din jurul tau sunt " foarte incantati " si " se bucura pentru tine " aparent extrem de tare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cresti alaturi de multe persoane fata de care incepi , in sufletul tau de copil sa strangi sentimente pentru fiecare.Incepi sa ti , stii tu , la persoanele alea multe care roiesc in jurul tau zambindu-ti fals ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dar iata ca nu tine mult bucuria asta , si incepi sa cresti...vezi cum sunt oamenii defapt...Cu timpul persoanele alea multe se imputineaza si zambete primesti tot mai putine...imbratisari niciatat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Intrii in perioada aia in care simti ca esti singur...Ca parintii nu te mai sustin moral deloc , decat te ajuta acoperindu-ti partea materiala.Si vezi cum iti trimit priviri crude asteptand in schimbul "eforturilor" lor , tot mai multe realizari din partea ta .Uite asa incepi sa platesti fiecare vorba buna cu lacrimi , si fiecare incurajare o platesti cu varf si indesat .Ajungi sa te straduiesti atat de tare sa fii pe masura asteptarilor celorlalti incat uiti de tine.Uiti de sufletul tau , nu-l mai incalzesti cu nimic...Auzi din ce in ce vorbe si mai amare si parca toti cei pe care ii credeai buni incep sa-ti toarne otrava in ureche prin atatea cuvinte fara rost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Parca nimeni nu mai are rabdare cu tine,nu te mai asculta atunci cand ai nevoie...Nimeni nu remarca ceea ce faci bine...Nu se cunoaste nimic din ceea ce realizezi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si exact pe dos .Orice greseala o platesti , nici nu apuci sa o faci ca deja primesti mustrari pentru ce urmeaza sa vina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cum ramane cu "orice om greseste"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Singura persoana care intelege toate astea esti TU insuti...Ce ramane de facut in aceasta situatie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E simplu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si am sa inchei scurt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daca esti destul de puternic , mergi singur mai departe ridicandu-ti moralul de fiecare data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Daca nu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Eiiii ! uite aici putem sa trecem direct la ultima etapa : Mori :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.ponoko.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/help-photo-1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://blog.ponoko.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/help-photo-1024x768.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-3466680413242282419?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/3466680413242282419/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/09/ajutor-ma-pierd.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3466680413242282419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3466680413242282419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/09/ajutor-ma-pierd.html' title='Ajutor ! Ma pierd .'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-3883079691142582703</id><published>2010-09-17T22:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T20:05:34.065+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ce rost are?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anastasiassoul.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/001r052upyv1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://anastasiassoul.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/001r052upyv1.jpg" style="background-color: black;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;" Am sa ma lupt in continuare cu viata...si soarta...nu am sa renunt niciodata ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;Asta imi promiteam mie, acum cateva zile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;Dar iata cum se intampla mereu , sa nu se potriveasca socoteala de acasa cu cea din targ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;Iata cum dupa o zi intr-adevar SUPERBA...ajung sa-mi bag picioarele inca odata si sa nu mai vreau sa o iau de la capat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;Nimic nu functioneaza fara mici favoruri intre noi,oamenii...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;Si sti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Atunci  cand esti refuzat categoric de singura persoana care credeai ca  niciodata n-o va face, cu siguranta iti pierzi sperantele legate de  coltisorul tau de nor pe care il impartiti amandoi :-j.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-3883079691142582703?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/3883079691142582703/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/09/ce-rost-are_17.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3883079691142582703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3883079691142582703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/09/ce-rost-are_17.html' title='ce rost are?!'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-582232947621859019</id><published>2010-08-31T23:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:13:36.153+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dor de tine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Inca o seara in care dorul de tine m-a cuprins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;M-a cuprins atat de tare si nu-mi da drumul de parca ar vrea sa-mi faca rau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De parca ar fii prins viata si principalul sau scop este acelea de a ma sufoca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De a stoarce si ultima picatura de viata si de a stoarce ultima particica din speranta ca te voi revedea cat mai curand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Incep din nou lupta cu amintirile si sentimentele.Ma abtin din rasputeri ca gandurile rele sa nu-mi cutreiere mintea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tocmai s-a pornit inauntrul meu un nou razboi,de data aceasta insa, unul greu si lung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oriunde as privi , imaginea ta imi strafulgera privirea , fapt ce ma intristeaza din ce in ce mai tare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E doar o iluzie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As vrea sa intind usor mana si sa te pot atinge macar cateva secunde...Acest lucru mi-ar da putere sa lupt cu distanta inca ceva vreme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chiar mi-ar fii de folos...Tu esti arma fara de care nu pot lupta mai departe.Fara tine ma voi prabusi curand...Corpul meu se va izbii de pamantul umed si va ramane acolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nimeni inafara de tine nu ma poate ridica de jos.Nimeni nu ma va putea readuce la viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Singura scapare este chiar sarutul tau...Atat de moale si catifelat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Doar in clipa in care te voi atinge , convingandu-ma ca tot chinul s-a sfarsit , voi fii gata de o noua lupta .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te voi privi in ochi iar mainile tale calde ma vor cuprinde usor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bratele tale ma vor purta pana in&amp;nbsp; patul cu asternut moale iar tu imi vei ramane alaturi pe vecie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;te iubesc ! :-&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_kzBLtIkoU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_kzBLtIkoU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-6062826843423502432</id><published>2010-08-17T19:26:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T13:21:36.229+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceva ce trebuie sa stii.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGq9Zmk3ClI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hIJchcecHcc/s1600/thumb_308_x_298_5349-105753-istock_000009314476medium.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506421741963381330" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGq9Zmk3ClI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hIJchcecHcc/s320/thumb_308_x_298_5349-105753-istock_000009314476medium.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 298px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 308px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;     Cand te-am ales pe tine,te-am ales pentru ca te-am dorit cu adevarat,pentru ca eram insetata dupa sarutul si atingerea ta.Pentru ca am simtit ca alaturi de tine vreau intr-adevar sa traiesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu nu te-am ales doar pentru o seara,o zi,o saptamana o luna sau o vara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu te-am ales sa-mi fii aproape pentru tot restul zilelor mele,sa ne incurajam si sa ne sustinem reciproc...Sa nu cedam atunci cand zidul iubirii noastre incepe sa se cutremure , sa invatam impreuna sa tinem piept vietii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu am vrut sa ne invatam unul pe altul sa iubim , sa invatam sa ne intelegem si sa ne daruim reciproc acea caldura puternica degajata de sentimetul ala pur...stii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cel mai pur sentiment...DRAGOSTEA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu am ramas cu tine pentru ca intr-adevar te iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu te-am ales crezand ca in ochii tai vad si soarele si fulgii de nea, si marea si muntele , si fericirea si tristetea si viata si moartea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu te-am vrut pe tine , nu doar pentru zambetul tau aparte si aspectul tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Te-am ales pentru felul tau de a fii crezand ca se potriveste cu al meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu m-am ascuns in bratele tale pentru ca am sperat ca voi avea mereu loc  acolo si am ales sa ma strecor in inima ta crezand ca n-o sa-mi ceri chirie pentru locul ocupat si ca n-o sa fie nevoie sa ies de acolo niciodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu nu m-am gandit nicio clipa ca as putea sa-ti gresesc,nu am vrut niciodata sa te ranesc sau sa te fac sa te simti vinovat vreodata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu am vrut sa-ti modelez caracterul cu blandete nu cu manie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Am vrut sa te fac sa fii iertator nu numai cu ceilalti ci si cu tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cand te-am ales am crezut ca o sa pot sa invat sa fiu la fel de vesela si plina de viata ca si tine.Eu nu am intentionat sa te indrept spre tristetea cu care iti vorbesc eu uneori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cand am ales sa te cunosc mai bine , nu am facut-o din simpla curiozitate.Eu am facut-o doar pentru ca vroiam sa cladim un sentiment puternic impreuna iar baza acestuia o constituia exact cunoasterea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu niciodata nu am refuzat sa te iert sau sa vorbesc cu tine atunci cand mi-ai cerut acest lucru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;De aceea , nu regret ziua in care te-am ales, este poate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;, una din cele mai bune alegeri facute pana acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="193" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVe80iZtlYU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVe80iZtlYU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-6062826843423502432?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGq9Zmk3ClI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hIJchcecHcc/s72-c/thumb_308_x_298_5349-105753-istock_000009314476medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-5044961303981409854</id><published>2010-08-17T19:06:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:25:16.387+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vrei un nou inceput?Nu...ti-e teama de sfarsit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prowallpapers.ro/thumbs/nori_6-t2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://www.prowallpapers.ro/thumbs/nori_6-t2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toate inceputurile sunt frumoase.E acea perioada in care plutesti , in care ai o lume numai a ta suuuusss pe un coltisor de nor si refuzi cu incapatanare sa cobori de acolo indiferent cine ti-ar impune sa faci asta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Perioada aia cand persoana de langa tine pare geniala,magica,desteapta,frumoasa,intelegatoare,buna,cuminte,poate chiar perfecta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mdaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Toate acestea pana cand apar problemele ...fie ele mai mici sau mai mari ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;SI apare primul obstacol...Hmm...unul dintre voi greseste...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Prima dezamagire...&lt;br /&gt;Wow ! groaznic...lacrimi...discutii aprinse...lungi...gesturi disperate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Si treci in momentele alea prin toate starile ...Esti si trist si tensionat si nerabdator si incapatanat si orgolios si tot asa , pana cand cedeaza unul dintre voi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bineinteles ca toate astea nu se vor oprii aici...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Se mai gaseste cate o persoana sa se bage intre voi , sau glumele unuia dintre voi sunt intelese gresit ...Ori pur si simplu aveti o zi mai proasta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Si tot asa,calitatile partenerului tau de viata parca se imputineaza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Intelegatoare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;* Neahh...nicidecum.-Taiem de pe lista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Buna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*Nu prea.-Taiem si pe-asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cuminte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*Nu...asta niciatat.-Eliminam si asta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ce mai ramane?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana la urma ajungi la concluzia ca lumea ta minunata defapt nu-i atat de minunata si persoana de langa tine nu-i nici pe departe perfecta din contra e plina de defecte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dar oare asta e tot ce conteaza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Iti educi gelozia si mania. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Incerci sa faci totul sa mearga din nou.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te zbati...te zbati...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Uneori iti iese.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alteori nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Finish ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-5044961303981409854?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/5044961303981409854/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/08/inceput-de-sfarsit.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/5044961303981409854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/5044961303981409854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/08/inceput-de-sfarsit.html' title='Vrei un nou inceput?Nu...ti-e teama de sfarsit.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-6710337795717649909</id><published>2010-08-17T19:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:51:52.679+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu mă lăsa să cad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGqq1k3QMpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pKMfbeHExZA/s1600/sad_anime_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;Si te doare al dracu de tare cand vezi ca incepi s-o scapi din mainile tale,cand vezi ca usor,usor o pierzi.&lt;br /&gt;Da,si incerci s-o recuperezi.&lt;br /&gt;Faci promisiuni.&lt;br /&gt;Te gandesti de mii de ori la ceea ce ai facut.&lt;br /&gt;Ai vrea sa stergi ziua sau zilele alea urate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sti ca i-ai gresit si repeti la nesfarsit ca vrei sa-ti indrepti greselile si ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! iar o dai in bara.&lt;br /&gt;Te gandesti la tine ca esti complet dezorientat , nu stii cum sa mai procedezi, dar...&lt;br /&gt;Te-ai gandit la ea?&lt;br /&gt;Te-ai gandit cat te poate iubi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cu toate astea...ea te poarta acolo, la ea in suflet si nu renunta la tine.&lt;br /&gt;Si-ti da timp sa te revansezi fata de ea.&lt;br /&gt;Si trezeste-te , frate poate fii prea tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;Grabeste-te...&lt;br /&gt;Priveste-o in ochi cand ii vorbesti...&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate...&lt;br /&gt;Poate nu-i nevoie sa te trezesti.&lt;br /&gt;Poate nu ai ce sentiment sa reinvii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;Poate s-a stins de mult ce simteai pentru ea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGqyG7KXsTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/O3rrECmZyao/s1600/sad.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-6710337795717649909?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/6710337795717649909/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/08/nu-ma-lasa-sa-cad_17.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6710337795717649909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6710337795717649909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/08/nu-ma-lasa-sa-cad_17.html' title='Nu mă lăsa să cad.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-1036537087974361566</id><published>2010-08-11T22:41:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T13:23:10.060+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dependenta de tine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGL-9t2ypbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/XN1pLOdGBKA/s1600/1189840726_missyou041.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504242030835049906" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGL-9t2ypbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/XN1pLOdGBKA/s320/1189840726_missyou041.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 227px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;Uneori simt atat de tare nevoia de tine incat nu ma pot abtine sa-ti caut mirosul in orice lucru de-al meu. &lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de tine in fiecare minut si te vreau din ce in ce mai tare chiar si atunci cand esti langa mine. &lt;br /&gt;Parca orice lucru are legatura cu tine :( &lt;br /&gt;Ochii mei te cauta si te vad doar pe tine :( &lt;br /&gt;Buzele mele se completeaza doar cu ale tale... &lt;br /&gt;Pielea mea tanjeste dupa atingerea ta :-&amp;lt; &lt;br /&gt;Iar sufletul mi se incalzeste doar cu a ta dragoste :-&amp;lt; &lt;br /&gt;TE IUBESC :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-1036537087974361566?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/1036537087974361566/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/08/dependenta-de-tine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1036537087974361566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1036537087974361566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/08/dependenta-de-tine.html' title='Dependenta de tine'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGL-9t2ypbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/XN1pLOdGBKA/s72-c/1189840726_missyou041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-6585489272676086434</id><published>2010-08-11T16:47:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T17:19:28.309+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-e dor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGKw-ch1V6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Kz8pR_7Jy10/s1600/Making_Love_To_A_Storm_by_hakanphotography.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Mi-e dor de copilaria mea zbuciumata , cand nu aveam nicio grija...cand nu stiam cum sunt oamenii defapt,cate fete au,sau cat rau iti pot face.As vrea sa dau timpul inapoi si sa pasesc pragul gradinitei cu pereti colorati si cu panouri cu eroii din povesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;As vrea sa o vad din nou pe bunica cum vine dupa mine la ora doisprezece ridicand usor capul sa ma zareasca printre copiii ce ieseau pe poarta gradinitei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Mi-e dor sa merg pe aleea scolii visand sa ajung si eu in clasa intai.Mi-e dor de infatisarea mea si de privirea nevinovata de atunci:O copila micuta , cu parul saten (ca si acum) prins in doua codite inegale legate cu pampoane colorate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Mi-e dor de amicii mei cu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;care ma jucam pana tarziu in nisip , sau faceam mancarea noastra specifica si extrem de ciudata cu ingrediente deosebite cum ar fii :pamantul , frunzele etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGKwfmQxHcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oNB0lNwPfO4/s1600/2008-12-3025__ro__za__copii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGKwfmQxHcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oNB0lNwPfO4/s320/2008-12-3025__ro__za__copii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504155751493475778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Pare prostesc uneori dar parca tot ce e in jurul meu ma leaga intr-o oarecare masura de vremea copilariei.Nici macar nu am realizat ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;t de repede am crescut,cate s-au schimbat in jurul meu...Am pierdut persoane dragi,am invatat ce inseamna moartea ,ce inseamna greutatile , ce inseamna sa ti se spulbere un vis , sa nu-ti poti indeplinii o dorinta , sa fii descurajat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;In acelasi timp am castigat prieteni noi , am invatat sa inteleg oamenii , sa fiu mai rabdatoare , sa stiu sa astept pana obtin ceea ce-mi doresc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Am invatat ca nu toate vor fii asa cum vreau eu , ca nu toti au aceeasi parere si nu gandesc la fel ca mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Acum stiu ca nu exista numai zile bune,ci neaparat trebuie ca zilele frumoase sa fie umbrite de unele neplacute ,zambetele platite cu lacrimi si tot asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Am invatat ca multi oameni se straduiesc din rasputeri , poate chiar intreaga viata sa para ceea ce nu sunt , insa cu ce folos ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Trecerea timpului mi-a aratat ca viata nu inseamna doar bani si munca...Toate acestea ar fii in zadar daca le-ai detine singur.Si iubirea poarta un rol foarte important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Pe zi ce trece imi dau seama cat de complicata si nedreapta e viata si ca oricat de mult te-ai stradui nu ai cum s-o intelegi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Cu toate ca acum stiu multe lucruri ce atunci nu le stiam , mi-as dori sa nu le cunosc...sa nu fiu constienta de toate astea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Era mult mai usor atunci.Vedeam totul perfect,aveam tot ce imi doream si nu pentru ca acum nu as primi aceeasi atentie ,ci pentru ca nevoile si pretentiile cresc odata cu varsta insa toate acestea atrag dupa sine si aparitia unor indatoriri care se suplimenteaza zi de zi cu ceva nou si care iti ingreuneaza extrem de tare existenta , te fac sa-ti pierzi copilaria si sa-ti dai seama cine esti si ce rol ai tu defapt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Precizand toate astea, pot sa afirm cu tarie ca realitatea-i cruda si viata si mai si , insa totul are un rost iar trecerea timpului si etapele vietii sunt necesare pentru formarea personalitatii fiecarei fiinte umane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Sfarsit ! :"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGKw-ch1V6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Kz8pR_7Jy10/s1600/Making_Love_To_A_Storm_by_hakanphotography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGKw-ch1V6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Kz8pR_7Jy10/s320/Making_Love_To_A_Storm_by_hakanphotography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504156281456646050" 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/2249433713307872428-6585489272676086434?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/6585489272676086434/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/08/mi-e-dor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6585489272676086434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/6585489272676086434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/08/mi-e-dor.html' title='Mi-e dor...'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGKwfmQxHcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oNB0lNwPfO4/s72-c/2008-12-3025__ro__za__copii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-5225895696767233295</id><published>2010-08-11T13:36:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:13:51.610+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despartiti dar impreuna.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGKDzICFh-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SHQsnjgrEyQ/s1600/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGKDzICFh-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SHQsnjgrEyQ/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504106608952969186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cat de mult te iubesc mi-am dat seama doar atunci cand am privit in ochii tai , in momentele alea grele in care refuzam sa mai cred in ceea ce simt ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Refuzam sa mai accept faptul ca fara tine este in zadar sa supravietuiesc , refuzam sa mai privesc zambetul tau atat de captivant , refuzam intr-un cuvant sa fiu "eu" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E atat de frumoasa iubirea,stiu...Insa uneori te face atat de confuz incat esti gata sa renunti la tot si sa-ti scape practic printre degete un viitor plin de fericire alaturi de cel de langa tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dragostea asta aparent usoara , ascunde atatea taine si te invata atat de multe incat nu-ti poti imagina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Te invata sa ierti , sa uiti , sa asculti , sa te destainui celuilalt sa stergi o lacrima atunci cand e nevoie sau sa o impreunezi cu una de-a ta ; te invata sa oferi un sarut plin de pasiune , o atingere fina , o privire calda sau fulgeratoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Te conduce uneori spre taramul geloziei si al tristetii insa tot DRAGOSTEA te arunca inapoi pe plaiurile iubirii vesnice .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Te invata sa treci peste obstacole , insa "impreuna" nu "de unul singur"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Te invata sa faci o echipa buna cu celalalt pentru a putea trece cu bine peste toate vorbele rele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Te invata sa te hranesti cu iubire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Faptul ca era sa fim despărţiti ne-a facut defapt sa fim a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;cum uniti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-5225895696767233295?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/5225895696767233295/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/08/despartiti-dar-impreuna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/5225895696767233295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/5225895696767233295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/08/despartiti-dar-impreuna.html' title='Despartiti dar impreuna.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r_kSnagiq8E/TGKDzICFh-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SHQsnjgrEyQ/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-1687471147273943043</id><published>2010-07-23T22:40:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:15:03.620+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si totusi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Departarea ma sfasie .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Dorul ma arde .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Iubirea ma seaca .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lacrimile ma sting .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Dezamagirile ma ingroapa .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Zambetul ma darama .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Clipele ma dor .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Privirile ma cutremura .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Greselile ma ucid .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Amintirile ma strafulgera .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Promisiunile ma panicheaza .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Cuvintele ma induc in eroare .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Faptele imi dau curaj .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Sarutul ma adoarme .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mangaierile ma linistesc .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=aepslc" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/aepslc.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te iubesc Domnule Stie-Tot !...&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/2249433713307872428-1687471147273943043?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/1687471147273943043/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-totusi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1687471147273943043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1687471147273943043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-totusi.html' title='Si totusi...'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/aepslc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-5983064008026251535</id><published>2010-07-23T22:20:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T22:38:10.245+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vrei sa lupti pe mai multe fronturi , incercand sa vezi si alte orizonturi ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=30tkljt" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/30tkljt.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;iciodata n-o sa fii deajuns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sa nu te miri cand ai sa vezi , ca dupa o zi plina , in care credeai ca totul e perfect , o sa-si doreasca sa petreaca timp cu altcineva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sa nu crezi ca ceea ce te face pe tine sa zambesti il va face si pe el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sa nu te descurajezi cand vezi ca pleaca grabit si uita sa se mai intoarca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Prietenii sunt mult mai importanti , si stii bine , de cate ori a primit dezamagiri din partea lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I-ai ramas alaturi , stiu...dar :-j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E firesc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nu vei putea niciodata sa-i captezi toata atentia,chiar daca pare ca ai reusit sa o faci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Rareori o sa ai parte de zile frumoase in totalitate...si nici atunci nu vei stii daca au fost la fel de frumoase si pentru el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sa nu crezi ca poti sa-i citesti in ochi starea de spirit...Te inseli...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oricat incerci sa-l cunosti,tot nu vei stii ce simte cu adevarat,chiar daca uneori crezi ca sti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Probabil ai inceput sa crezi ca insemni totul pentru el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nu te grabi insa, in orice clipa te poti contrazice si poti ajunge la concluzia la care ajungi de obicei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Nu sunt destul de buna pentru el , ma lupt doar eu cu mine , crezand ca voi reusi sa il multumesc doar prin simpla mea persoana..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sfarsit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-5983064008026251535?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/5983064008026251535/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/07/incerci-sa-lupti-pe-mai-multe-fronturi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/5983064008026251535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/5983064008026251535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/07/incerci-sa-lupti-pe-mai-multe-fronturi.html' title='Vrei sa lupti pe mai multe fronturi , incercand sa vezi si alte orizonturi ...'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/30tkljt_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-5832830792142110878</id><published>2010-07-15T22:18:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T13:26:03.215+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Razboi in doi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2dmi4g2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2dmi4g2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="55" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/devilgenius/af25f64ccb5550.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=286&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Bitza%20-%20Razboi%20in%20doi"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/devilgenius/af25f64ccb5550.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="durataAudio=286&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Bitza%20-%20Razboi%20in%20doi" width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esti gandul meu bun&lt;br /&gt;Cand ma ascund in fum&lt;br /&gt;Si spun ca poate o sa am cu tine un final de drum&lt;br /&gt;Si spun ca daca ar pica totul&lt;br /&gt;Dac-as fi cu tine as sti c-am luat tot potul&lt;br /&gt;Esti haina care ma imbraca&lt;br /&gt;In momentu-n care toti ma lasa balta&lt;br /&gt;M-acoperi, ma-ntelegi, ma strangi, ma incalzesti&lt;br /&gt;Ma faci sa cred ca-n doi e mult mai greu sa pierzi&lt;br /&gt;Esti cea care totdeauna imi raspunde&lt;br /&gt;Cand cer intariri, cea care nu se-ascunde&lt;br /&gt;Cea care poate face soare atunci cand ploua&lt;br /&gt;Cea care poate sa ma duca intr-o era noua&lt;br /&gt;Esti bandajul care-l pun pe rana&lt;br /&gt;Cand sangerez la pamant lipsit de orice vlaga&lt;br /&gt;Ma faci sa ma ridic si sa ma scutur de tarana&lt;br /&gt;Sa strang din nou din dinti gata de-o noua lupta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref(x2)&lt;br /&gt;Pote gresesc, poate nu esti tu&lt;br /&gt;Poate m-amagesc sau poate nu&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca sunt furtuni, ninsori, soare si ploi&lt;br /&gt;In orice razboi e mai usor in doi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti camaradul meu cand eu atarn de-un fir de ata&lt;br /&gt;In acest razboi numit viata&lt;br /&gt;Cand inaintez cu greu cu vantu-n fata&lt;br /&gt;M-ajuti fara sa pui prea multe in balanta&lt;br /&gt;Esti glasul ce-l aud cand totu-u jur a tacut&lt;br /&gt;Cand totu-n jur a trecut&lt;br /&gt;Cand linile s-au tras&lt;br /&gt;Si s-au mai dat alte verdicte&lt;br /&gt;Alte sentinte&lt;br /&gt;Alte dorinte&lt;br /&gt;Calcand acelasi monoton esti as&lt;br /&gt;Locu-n care-ntotdeauna m-am intors&lt;br /&gt;Tu ma aduci la normal cand sunt intors pe dos&lt;br /&gt;Si poate n-o arat, dar mi-ar fi mult mai greu&lt;br /&gt;Dac-as ramane fara tine doar un simplu eu&lt;br /&gt;Esti zambetul meu dintr-o noapte neagra&lt;br /&gt;Cand dupa un apus lumina-i dusa toata&lt;br /&gt;Reusesti sa faci totul fara trucuri&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca sunt tot eu cel care-ti da putine lucruri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refx2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praf pe drum&lt;br /&gt;Cand ma scutur imi spun&lt;br /&gt;Nu e nimeni sa m-adune&lt;br /&gt;cand sunt beat praf nu e nimeni sa ma-ndrume&lt;br /&gt;Orice razboi e mai usor in doi&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi spune ca sentimentele au ruginit in noi&lt;br /&gt;Armurile au cazut si-acum ochii mari si goi,varsa ploi&lt;br /&gt;Sentimente patate de noroi se torn apoi&lt;br /&gt;Amintiri transformate-n strigoi&lt;br /&gt;Scrisori aruncate la gunoi,voi strange-n pumni ura&lt;br /&gt;Imi va urla gura,va tremura mana&lt;br /&gt;Asta-i razboiul meu cu lumea&lt;br /&gt;Iar tu vei fi doar una,intotdeauna&lt;br /&gt;Cand vor pica din cer si soarele sï luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refx2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-5832830792142110878?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/5832830792142110878/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/07/razboi-in-doi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/5832830792142110878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/5832830792142110878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/07/razboi-in-doi.html' title='Razboi in doi'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/2dmi4g2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-2929723562090029452</id><published>2010-07-15T22:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:18:17.885+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am trecut prin multe lucruri impreuna ... cel mai bun calmant e sa ma ti de mana</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca o sa fiu departe de tine :-&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/BeDe7/df7320d35373be.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param 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type='text'>Eu traiesc doua vieti , sti prea bine : una cand sunt singura si alta cand sunt cu TINE ;x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chiar nu stiu cum reusesti prin simpla ta prezenta sa ma faci fericita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;De multe ori , cateva minute petrecute alaturi de tine le acopera pe celelalte rele.Si ma gandesc ca astea rele , sunt atat de multe , parca din ce in ce mai multe.&lt;br /&gt; Si uite asa viata mea se imparte in doua , si parca personalitatea mea se schimba trecand dintr-o faza in alta :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;1.Fara tine :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2ef7z45" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/2ef7z45.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;trista&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fara chef&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ganditoare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vulnerabila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;neincrezatoare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;neindemanatica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;neatenta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nervoasa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tacuta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;imposibil de inteles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;imposibil de multumit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;imposibil de inveselit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;2.Cu tine :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2e4evyw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/2e4evyw.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;fericita , defapt...extraordinar de fericita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;energica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;visatoare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;calma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zambitoare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bine-dispusa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Si nu cred ca altcineva ar putea sa transforme tristetea in bucurie , zgomotul in cantec , durerea in placere sau sa alunge gustul amar al despartirii prin picatura dulceaga a impacarii asa cum faci tu de fiecare data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nu cred ca bratele tale ar cuprinde pe altcineva atat de bine cum ma cuprind pe mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nu cred insa , nici ca cineva ar putea pretui imbratisara ta calda mai mult ca mine , ca si-ar dori asemeni mie , la nesfarsit sarutul tau ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nu cred ca te-ar mangaia altcineva asa cum o fac eu , sau sa-ti spuna un "te iubesc" asa cum o spun eu.Un "te iubesc" care pleaca direct din centrul inimii mele  sub forma unui puternic fior si ajunge usor , usor sa se transforme in doua cuvinte rostite cu voce tremurata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mai cred si ca , o " alta " nu s-ar cutremura asemeni mie , cand ochii tai blanzi ma privesc discret si totusi atat de insistent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Si cu toate ca de obicei nu sunt chiar sigura pe mine , pot sa spun cu tarie ca , ti-ar lipsi imbratisarea mea stransa , in care tu pui usor capul pe pieptul meu si numeri bataile inimii mele , care sunt din ce in ce mai puternice...mai rapide...mai intense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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type='text'>Inima unei femei e un ocean de secrete ...</title><content type='html'>De aceea o femeie trebuie sa fie :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;1.IUBITA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gs92.photobucket.com/groups/l36/HDCAYE3NPP/?action=view&amp;amp;current=00hA0019GLm.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gi92.photobucket.com/groups/l36/HDCAYE3NPP/00hA0019GLm.gif" alt="RAZNO" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2rm1em8.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2ldudrq.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gs92.photobucket.com/groups/l36/HDCAYE3NPP/?action=view&amp;amp;current=00cT053zsga.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gi92.photobucket.com/groups/l36/HDCAYE3NPP/00cT053zsga.jpg" alt="RAZNO" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;2.Rasfatata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gs92.photobucket.com/groups/l36/HDCAYE3NPP/?action=view&amp;amp;current=00jO053ZDZA.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gi92.photobucket.com/groups/l36/HDCAYE3NPP/00jO053ZDZA.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;3.Ascultata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gs92.photobucket.com/groups/l36/HDCAYE3NPP/?action=view&amp;amp;current=00mE053cyn7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gi92.photobucket.com/groups/l36/HDCAYE3NPP/00mE053cyn7.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/21do8li.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;4.Ingrijita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gs92.photobucket.com/groups/l36/HDCAYE3NPP/?action=view&amp;amp;current=df3b1fdc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gi92.photobucket.com/groups/l36/HDCAYE3NPP/df3b1fdc.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;5.Privita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/3355k42.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;6.Admirata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/iye6nm.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;7.Respectata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gs92.photobucket.com/groups/l36/HDCAYE3NPP/?action=view&amp;amp;current=w6w_w6w_2005042610114237cdaf866.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gi92.photobucket.com/groups/l36/HDCAYE3NPP/w6w_w6w_2005042610114237cdaf866.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;etc ...:"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-746563202017729347?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/2rm1em8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-5328039534662358233</id><published>2010-06-28T19:04:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T19:28:13.174+03:00</updated><title type='text'>O alta poveste :) !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2ldudrq.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Era o zi insorita.Ca de obicei ea a iesit afara la ora la care iesea mereu.De data asta fara el.Ceva ciudat dat fiind ca ei nu stateau unul fara celalalt si profitau de orice minut pe care il puteau petrece impreuna.Mergea singura pe aleea spre coltul unde se strangeau mereu si isi amintea glumele si schimburile de priviri pe care le facea cu el , trecand in urma cu cateva zile pe acelasi drum.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Usor ,din ochii intunecati de cearcanele pronuntate o lacrima i-a alunecat pe obrajii palizi .Ea ridica usor mana , o sterge , insa cade alta.Apropiindu-se de locul intalnirii cu ceilalti incearca sa se abtina.Reuseste.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Acum plangea insa pe dinauntru.Stia ca motivul certii lor era unul prostesc.Ii parea rau pentru toate reprosurile pe care i le facuse , ar fii vrut sa le retraga cumva insa era imposibil.Stia foarte bine cat de mult conta pentru el si era constienta ca toate cuvintele erau adanc tiparite in mintea lui si se derulau continuu.Era constienta cat de mult l-au ranit toate reprosurile ei,ce fel il facuse sa se simta.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Incepe insa sa rada in fata prietenelor sale , sa para ca se simte bine , in largul ei , sa se distreze formal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Au plecat spre magazinul din apropierea casei lui.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ea spera sa fie acolo , sa-l gaseasca afara , sa-l poata vedea , atinge , sa-i citeasca durerea si regretul din ochii ei umezi si rosii.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Simtea ca fiecare pas pe care il facea o apropie si mai tare de el , de impacare , de fericire , de zile frumoase impreuna , cum era odata.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Inca un pas si l-a zarit.Era afara cu prietenii.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Inima i-a tresarit deodata si a inceput sa-i bata puternic de parca ar fii vrut sa-i sara din piept si sa ajunga degraba la el.Sa sara rapid pana la el si sa i se deschida in fata asemeni unei carti , sa o dea de gol in fata lui , sa-i arate ca defapt e trista si ca o doare extrem de tare.Sa-i spuna ca zambetul de pe fata ei e unul fals si sa nu cada in vraja impresiilor inselatoare formate cu o seara in urma.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A trecut pe langa el , l-a privit lung , apoi a incetat sa o mai faca.Nu ar fii vrut ca inca o lacrima sa-i strice planul,mai ales in fata lui.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A ras cu fetele pana la magazin , a intrat inauntru.Nu vroia sa iasa afara.Nu era destul de puternica sa-l vada inca odata.Ar fii vrut atat de mult sa se opreasca din drumul ei atat de lung si sfasietor ce ii indeparta , sa mearga la el sa-l imbratiseze.Il dorea atat de tare , ii simtea mirosul de la distanta si il adulmeca usor refuzand sa urmeze calea pe care acesta i-o arata , calea pana la el.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Au iesit.Din nou avea senzatia aia fulgeratoare de departare.Inima nu a incetat sa-i bata la fel de tare nicio clipa.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A trecut pe langa el , l-a privit din nou si mai scurt apoi a numarat pasii.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;-Unu , doi , trei...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Deodata o voce se aude in urma pasilor ei.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;-Putem sa venim si noi , cu voi ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Inima i-a tresarit.Era el.Era imposibil sa nu observe teama din ochii ei , sa nu-i citeasca nesiguranta si durerea provocata de falsitatea pe care trebuia sa o foloseasca.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ea a raspuns prima,permitandu-le baietilor sa le insoteasca.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Au ajuns in coltul in care petreceau majoritatea timpului.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ea s-a asezat pe o piatra incinsa de razele soarelui.Parca tot ce era in jur o impingea spre el , o certa si o indrepta cu privirea in cealalta directie.Nu si-au spus nimic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ea se ridica .Se aseaza langa el , incercand sa-l sarute usor.El o respinge cu ochii plini de lacrimi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Oare erau lacrimi de ura ? De dragoste ? De durere ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ea se intristeaza.O sageata puternica ii strapunge inima.O doare , insa nu-i spune.Credea ca nici macar nu-l mai intereseaza, ca nu vrea sa mai auda niciuna dintre temerile sau problemele ei.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Prin acel moment rece , ea isi pierduse orice speranta de a-l mai recupera.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A continuat insa sa taca , abtinandu-se din rasputeri sa nu planga.Se prefacea ca ii e bine , vorbea cu toti din jurul ei si glumea , ceea ce nu-i statea in caracter.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;El o privea pe sub ochi , mirat de atitudinea ei.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ea continua sa zambeasca , sa intre in jocuri copilaresti , sa dea impresia ca nu-i mai pasa.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Dar pe cine sa pacaleasca ? Era clar ca fiecare gest al lui o fascina , o arunca intr-o alta lume .Si-ar fii dorit sa priveasca acum in ochii lui si sa-si ceara iertare , sa faca ceva sa-i demonstreze cat de mult ii lipseste si cat de mult il iubeste.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Dar ziua a trecut asa,niciunul dintre ei nu a mai facut niciun pas spre a se apropia.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Seara a dus-o acasa , ca de obicei.Nu a lasat-o singura.O iubea , iar ea stia asta foarte bine.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A urmat un drum plin de sageti aruncate unul catre celalalt.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A ajuns acasa.Acum putea in sfarsit sa se elibereze de toata durerea acumulata de peste zii.Fusese prima zii in care statuse departe de el.A intrat in camera izbind telefonul de perete.S-a aruncat in pat tremurand , si varsand lacrimi amare pe patura moale.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I-a sunat telefonul.A coborat repede din pat.Era el.A luat paharul de apa , si-a umezit buzele , si-a sters degraba ochii si a raspuns.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;In lunga lor conversatie ea a inteles ca gresise.A inteles ca atitudinea ei de peste zi a fost total gresita si lipsita de judecata.Discutia lor s-a terminat tarziu .Lui ii era frica sa-i inchida , stia ca se pedepseste aspru cand face o greseala.Stia ca plange fara incetare si nu vroia sa o distruga.Incerca din rasputeri sa o linisteasca.Ea tace cateva minute.Da impresia ca s-a linistit , destul incat sa-l poata pacali.Inchide telefonul si ramane cu ochii atintiti intr-un singur punct pana dimineata.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A doua zi a fost groznic dimineata.Obosita s-a ridicat din pat.Nu a reusit sa-si faca decat un dus si sa manance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;La aceeasi ora au iesit afara.El a luat-o de acasa.Parcurgeau drumul impreuna , tacuti.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Au ajuns la colt.El a tras-o deoparte .A privit-o in ochi.Erau rosii si umflati , si-a dat seama ca il pacalise , ca seara trecuta fusese una alba pentru ea , la fel si pentru el.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Brusc , a tras-o spre el si a strans-o puternic la piept.Asteptase atat de mult acel moment.Nu-i venea sa creada ca a iertat-o ca va trece peste si ca-l va avea din nou doar pentru ea.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A urmat un sarut.Buzele lui s-au unit cu ale ei , apasandu-se usor.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;In acea zi a facut-o cea mai fericita.Nu i-a dat drumul din brate.Intraga zi si-au soptit cuvinte dulci la ureche , recuperand ziua ce trecuse.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sfarsit...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;E nedrept ca uneori pana nu pierzi pe cineva nu-ti dai seama de valoarea sa reala .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-5328039534662358233?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/5328039534662358233/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-alta-poveste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/5328039534662358233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/5328039534662358233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-alta-poveste.html' title='O alta poveste :) !'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/2ldudrq_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-287711256671159674</id><published>2010-06-28T18:03:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T18:06:46.197+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-e teama ca intr-o zi inima ta nu va mai bate pentru mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/5497pl.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Poate nici nu-mi dau seama in momentele cand te am aproape cat de mult insemni pentru mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Asta o vad doar atunci cand sunt pe punctul de a te pierde.Atunci cand ne certam sau atunci cand nu mai esti in bratele mele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Uneori as vrea sa ma schimb cumva.Si imi pare rau ca nu sunt destul de buna pentru tine , sunt sigura ca ai merita mult mai mult.Si cateodata stau si ma intreb , nu pot sa inteleg de ce m-ai ales tocmai pe mine cand mai sunt atatea in jurul tau.De ce ai renuntat sa mai vezi pe altcineva inafara de mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Si ma mir cum de mai poti sa accepti atatea defecte de-ale mele,cum ramai mereu alaturi de mine , cum intelegi mereu prin ce trec , cum poti sa faci lucruri atat de bine , pe care altii nici macar nu au incercat sa le faca , chiar si pe jumatate?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Si trec prin aceleasi lucruri prin care treci si tu , mi-e la fel de dor cum ti-e si tie , sufar la fel de tare atunci cand vine seara dar ma bucur la fel de mult cum te bucuri si tu cand suntem impreuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;De-atatea ori ma gandesc la ziua aia urata in care te voi pierde ! Tu spui mereu ca n-o sa vina niciodata , ceea ce mi-as dori sa fie adevarat.Dar daca nu e?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Daca cosmarurile de peste noapte vor deveni realitate ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Atunci printii si printesele din castelele aurite vor lipsi :(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Vor ramane numai personajele negative din povestea noastra de iubire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Balaurii cu sapte capete vor striga spre ceruri multumiti de victoria lor ... Vrajitoarele rele vor fii multumite ca au reusit sa sfarame inimile printilor si sa naruiasca visele printeselor .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dar ei ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ei cu ce raman ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;De ce sa sfarseasca in blestem si tristete cand pot sa lupte impreuna impotriva tuturor pentru a-si apara cu orice pret dragostea?:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;PS: Te iubesc Domnule Stie-Totttt :"&gt; :X :*:*:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-287711256671159674?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/287711256671159674/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/mi-e-teama-ca-intr-o-zi-inima-ta-nu-va.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/287711256671159674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/287711256671159674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/mi-e-teama-ca-intr-o-zi-inima-ta-nu-va.html' title='Mi-e teama ca intr-o zi inima ta nu va mai bate pentru mine.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/5497pl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-7600037048844284752</id><published>2010-06-24T21:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:41:40.160+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fericirea mea esti tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tuuuuu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tu esti cel mai important pentru mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Imi oferi cele mai frumoase clipe din viata mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Azi...mi-ai demonstrat ca imi poti indeplini orice dorinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Imi doream atat de mult in urma cu cateva zile , cateva clipe , doar cateva in care sa simt din nou ca ma iubesti , sa simt atractia aia puternica din privirile noastre fixe .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Iar tu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ai tinut cont.Mi-ai oferit acele clipe , in care m-ai facut sa simt ca sunt singura care exista pentru tine pe acest pamant !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Te Iubesc Domnule Stie-Tottttttttttttttttttttttttt &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/epiwm1.gif" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-7600037048844284752?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/7600037048844284752/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/fericirea-mea-esti-tu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7600037048844284752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7600037048844284752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/fericirea-mea-esti-tu.html' title='Fericirea mea esti tu'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/epiwm1_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-2724382751732729725</id><published>2010-06-23T13:48:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:09:02.674+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De la ei pentru mine.</title><content type='html'>De la Mada :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2hresuo.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Pai...nici nu stiu ce sa zic..nu am inspiratie=))&lt;br /&gt;..Esti o persoana de incredere...:X.Tu sti sa te faci iubitaa..nu esti ca altele...respingatoare:X&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine oricinee s'ar distra..nu am sa uit niciodata momentele in care ma tavaleam de ras cu tine...:))&lt;br /&gt;Mi'ai dat sfaturi( bineinteles le'am luat in considerare)..m'ai invatat multe lucruri ..care sincera sa fiu nici nu imi treceau prin cap!&lt;br /&gt;Esti o prietena buna constiincioasa..sti sa pastrezi un secret.!:X Imi pare rau ca aqm ai plecat la liceu si nu cred ca voi mai vedea fete ca tine in ziua de azi:X&lt;br /&gt;Destepte..frumoase...nebune....iubitoare Si nu cred ca ne vom mai vedea asa de des..&lt;br /&gt;Tu iti spui oful=))..Adik esti foarte sincera..Daca cineva de enerveaza sau nu stiu nu il lasi sa vorbeasca continuu tuu ii  atragi atentia=)))..il lasi cu gura cascata:))&lt;br /&gt;AA..prima data cand te'am cunoscut am crezut ca esti tocilara..fitoasa dar pe parcursul  clasei a VII-A mi'ai aratat cine esti defapt:))&lt;br /&gt;Cu tine vorbesc orice ..oricand..am incredere in tine.uneori mi'ai spus anumite chesti care chiar m'au deranjat...nu le'am luat in considerare .. .dar nu puteam sa stau suparat pe tine nici un minut pt ca nush spui niste cuvinte care te ating la inima=))(m'am facut filozoafa)=))&lt;br /&gt;Deci eu cred multe despre tine si nu pot sa scriu in scris:)&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLU:TE IUBESC..SI NU O SA TE UIT..:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la Claudia :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/2a4oh1e.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corina....:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhmmm :-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeta noastra, a tuturor :x&lt;br /&gt;Talentata clasei 8 B :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai prietenoasa fata pe care am cunoscut-o vreodata !!&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai dulcee` :x&lt;br /&gt;Imposibil sa nu razi cu ea !!&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai de treaba persoana ;)&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai vesela :)&lt;br /&gt;Fata pe care poti conta in orice imprejurare :x&lt;br /&gt;O prietena la bine si greu !!&lt;br /&gt;O prietena adevarata :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc baaai fata !! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la Betina :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/2w5t8bk.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kandy este o fata suuuuper de treaba. Inca din prima zi in care ne-am cunoscut ne-am inteles de minune. Este o fata: frumoasa,draguta,intelegatoare,de incredere,mereu vesela.&lt;br /&gt;O prietena adevarata ce multi si-ar dori sa o aibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la Adina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/34eqjw3.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci :&lt;br /&gt;1.te iubesc :X&lt;br /&gt;2.esti ff de treaba&lt;br /&gt;3.esti o persoana sincera si asta imi place cel mai mult la tine.&lt;br /&gt;4.stii sa pastrezi un secret[si iti multumesc k a doua zi nu a aflat toata scoala :)) ]&lt;br /&gt;5.esti vesela tot timpul,bv tie.&lt;br /&gt;6.iubesti si esti iubita&lt;br /&gt;7.esti frumoasa :X&lt;br /&gt;8.esti unica :X Iubirica mea :*:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la Andreea Miroiu :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2dan8nc.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAI EJTI O FATA MINUNATA.....FRUMOASA GLUMEATA...........NU PREA TE`AM VAZUT SUPARATA CU TOATE K IN SUFELTUL TAU POATE K AI FOST UNEORI TRISTA .........ESTI FOARTE DESTEAPTA SE VEDE DIN NOTELE PE CARE LE`AI LUAT........ESTI O PRIETENA ADV SI NU SUPORTI OMUL KND IL VEZI TRIST TRB SA IL FACI SA ZANBEASKA  INTR`UN CUV EJTI SPECIALA SI TE IUBESK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la Simona :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/3520rw4.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corina ....hmmm ce pot sa sp despre ea..este o fata foarte de treaba ,mereu cu zambetul pe buze ,vesela ,iubitoare si foarte de gasca:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la Alexandra :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/255km4y.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pai... ce sa zic esti nebuna mea idioata pe care o iubescc muuult si de care o sa`mi fie cel mai dor  :-&lt;..esti cea mai mare zapacita , nebuna..mereu ai stiut sa ma faci sa rad ..te iubescc!! cel mai mult...ma rog..dupa Stefan  :)) :X    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la Cami :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/344duo8.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu.i asha Cori mama :&gt;  ? cne stie ..poate nimerim in acelasi liceu 8-&gt; . Itsi doresc sa fii la fel cum te.am descris eu , sa ai ambitsie in continuare , PANA LA CAPAT !! ,  sa mergi mereu cu capu` sus :X  si sa nu uiti Ca Te Iubescc` ma`Kandy :X:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la Clauuu &lt;3 href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2ntfolu.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pai :X  esti o fata ffff de treaba . frumaosa .desteapta talentata ..:-?  ce sa mai zic ai ff multe calitati :X  .. esti o persoana speciala :X  ne cunaostem de cand eram mici  cnd ne jucam pe stradutsa  ce vremuri :))..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la Georgiana :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/w6xfu8.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corina,chiar daca nu te-am mai vazut de ceva vreme,sunt sigura ca ai ramas tot aceiasi fata pe care o cunosteam.Ai un suflet bun,stii cum sa vorbesti cu oamenii si cum sa-i apropii.Mi-e tare dor de tine si abia astept sa te mai vad.Numai bine iti doresc si la liceu,si in viata! Georgiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la Beatrice :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/vsgwnp.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai Kandy este o prietena adevarata in care poti sa ai incredere indiferent de situatie o fata careia ii place sa fie..nu sa para k este,mereu cu zambetul pe buze si care binedispune pe toata lumea.Este o fata frumoasa,inteligenta si super de treaba.&lt;br /&gt;Ea e Kandy si de asta o iubesc :X:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-2724382751732729725?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/2724382751732729725/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/de-la-ei-pentru-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/2724382751732729725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/2724382751732729725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/de-la-ei-pentru-mine.html' title='De la ei pentru mine.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/2hresuo_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-8996406126388927783</id><published>2010-06-23T12:33:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T13:01:15.587+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost everything.I will die soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2mzl1dx.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si de azi n-am sa mai cred ca exista dragoste adevarata.&lt;br /&gt;N-am sa mai cred in iubire vesnica.&lt;br /&gt;N-am sa mai cred ca cineva te poate face fericita mereu.&lt;br /&gt;Toate sunt trecatoare.&lt;br /&gt;Dar toate !&lt;br /&gt;Nimic nu va dura pentru totdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2me70ao.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti total dezorientata , confuza , nervoasa mai mereu , trista .&lt;br /&gt;Nu stii cum sa reactionezi la parerile celorlalti .&lt;br /&gt;Glumele lor ti se pareau inainte atat de amuzante , cu bun gust.&lt;br /&gt;Deja rasul tau devine fortat si prefacut.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai esti tu insati si simti asta.O simti de multa vreme insa nu stii cum ai putea schimba lucrul asta.Ai impresia ca stresul este continuu ca o presiune insuportabila se abate asupra capului tau zi de zi , din ce in ce mai puternic.Ai impresia ca nu mai rezisti.Defapt , nu e doar o impresie...Asta e realitatea , curand nu ai sa mai rezisti.Ai sa lasi totul sa decurga in voia sortii si nu-ti va mai pasa.Esti constienta ca trebuie sa te linistesti ca iti faci rau , deja problemele incep sa apara.Vezi atata rau in jurul tau incat refuzi sa mai deschizi ochii , refuzi sa mai iesi din casa.Te inchizi in tine , deja nu mai comunici ca inainte.Te-ai schimbat mult , ti-au spus si prietenele tale asta...Inca un motiv sa te doara mai tare.Ti-ai piedut veselia si energia de acum ceva timp .Nu mai razi , nu mai glumesti nu mai estu tu , cea dinainte care intretinea atmosfera de la colt de strada.&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu te intelege , nimeni nu stie ce e in sufletul tau defapt.&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu te poate ajuta sa alegi calea cea buna.&lt;br /&gt;Ai de ales la fiecare pas .Deja prietenii se impart , nu mai e la fel si uneori crezi ca ruptura asta se produce din cauza ta.Tu erai cea care lega grupul de prieteni , ii inveselea cand erau suparati si ii linistea atat de usor cand erau nervosi.dar acum nu mai faci asta , nu mai esti acolo cand au nevoie de tine , chiar daca ai vrea , ceva te retine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/34r9d12.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" 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/2249433713307872428-8996406126388927783?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/8996406126388927783/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-lost-everythingi-will-die-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/8996406126388927783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/8996406126388927783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-lost-everythingi-will-die-soon.html' title='I lost everything.I will die soon.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/2mzl1dx_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-7555759122211841582</id><published>2010-06-22T22:13:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:35:07.626+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am pierdut jumatate din mine,Am pierdut jumatate din iubirea lui.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2z6ys9l.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Da, mi-e teama ...Recunosc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Mi-e teama ca am sa te pierd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca n-am sa te mai vad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ma tem ca nu te voi mai putea atinge curand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca nu ma vei mai privi la fel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca imbratisarea ta nu va mai fii la fel de tandra si calda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca te vei indeparta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca in bratele tale se va ascunde altcineva de lumea din jur , asa cum fac eu mereu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca inima ta va gazdui secretele altcuiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca jumatate din tine , din sufletul tau nu imi va mai apartine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca o sa-ti pierzi increderea in mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca in curand cuvintele mele nu vor mai avea nicio importanta pentru tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca nu ma vei mai suna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca nu-mi vei mai spune " Noapte buna ! " in fiecare seara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca nu am sa mai vad privirea ta calda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca n-am sa-ti mai pot spune cat de mult ma fascineaza blandetea ochilor tai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca nu voi mai face parte din visele tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca nu voi mai face parte din viata ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca nu imi vei mai zambi in modul tau aparte , atat de copilaresc si in acelasi timp matur , atat de fortat si in acelasi timp frumos , atat de obisnuit dar in acelasi timp captivant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem de toate astea dar cel mai mult ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tem ca voi pierde intreaga ta dragoste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;PS:Stiu ca jumatate am pierdut-o deja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-7555759122211841582?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/7555759122211841582/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/mi-e-teama.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7555759122211841582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7555759122211841582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/mi-e-teama.html' title='Am pierdut jumatate din mine,Am pierdut jumatate din iubirea lui.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.tinypic.com/2z6ys9l_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-7475087971785987965</id><published>2010-06-21T13:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T13:59:06.195+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Intamplare sau destin ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2lms6ed.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Multe persoane cred ca ceea ce ni se intampla este doar o coincidenta ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu insa nu cred asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cu siguranta vi s-a intamplat sa aveti parte de intamplari mai putin placute si sa va intrebati "cum de a fost posibil ?!"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Va intrebati asta pt. ca acel lucru s-a produs intr-un mod ilogic , de neinteles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Si uite asa incepi sa crezi in destin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Incepi sa crezi ca fiecaruia ii este scris sa traiasca intr-un anumit mod , sa fie tratat intr-un fel anume in societate , sa ocupe o functie oarecare sau sa aibe un rang ridicat in stat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cu siguranta fiecare dintre voi , s-a intrebat macar odata de ce oare i se intampla ceva rau , atunci cand nici prin cap nu i-ar fii trecut ca se poate produce o altfel de "tragedie".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Daca luam in calcul si alte aspecte , putem spune ca "viitorul si-l mai face omul si cu mana lui".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Da , probabil e adevarat.Dar nu intotdeauna avem posibilitatea sa luam situatia in mainile noastre si sa o schimbam asa cum ne convine noua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-7475087971785987965?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/7475087971785987965/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/intamplare-sau-destin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7475087971785987965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7475087971785987965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/intamplare-sau-destin.html' title='Intamplare sau destin ?'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/2lms6ed_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-4184069028278743030</id><published>2010-06-20T20:13:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:22:09.430+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Multumesc !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/9t33q1.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iata ca am primit un Sunshine Award :x&lt;br /&gt;Pt. asta tin sa-i multumesc mai intai Georgianei :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regulile sunt urmatoarele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1-Sa  postezi premiul. ---&gt; (sus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2-Sa  specifici de la cine este oferit ---&gt; Am specificat , Georgiana .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3-Sa  il daruiesti mai departe la 12 prieteni:Beatrice , Miki , Georgiana , Inna , Emmet [cam atat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa  mentionezi 10 lucururi care iti  plac:Dansul , Muzica , Rasul , Distractia , Plimbarile , Excursiile , Joaca , Moda , Accesoriile , Parfumurile &gt;:)... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-4184069028278743030?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/4184069028278743030/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/multumesc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4184069028278743030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4184069028278743030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/multumesc.html' title='Multumesc !'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/9t33q1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-7322536337847175980</id><published>2010-06-20T11:27:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T11:37:59.270+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Spune-mi ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T70LSKtk7tQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T70LSKtk7tQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi ...&lt;br /&gt;De cate ori visai la el seara , cu capul pe perna?&lt;br /&gt;De cate ori constatai ca nu mai poti opri lacrimile.&lt;br /&gt;De atatea ori suspinai fara motiv.&lt;br /&gt;De atatea ori erai trista fara sa stii de ce.&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi...&lt;br /&gt;Ti-ai pierdut vreodata speranta ca va aparea candva?&lt;br /&gt;Te saturasei sa tot astepti clipa aia in care simti gustul fericirii?&lt;br /&gt;Ai incetat vreodata sa ai incredere in tine insati, sa nu mai crezi in idealurile tale ?&lt;br /&gt;Te-ai abatut vreodata din drumul tau , stationand in locurile trecutului asteptand sa apara din senin , sa-ti stranga usor mana in a lui , si sa-ti sopteasca cuvinte frumoase ?!&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-7322536337847175980?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/7322536337847175980/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/spune-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7322536337847175980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7322536337847175980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/spune-mi.html' title='Spune-mi ...'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-1007197879763406410</id><published>2010-06-19T23:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T23:17:24.628+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamant si suport.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/or4cq9.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Spune-mi ca va ramane totul asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Spune-mi asta tare si cat mai convingator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Minte-ma daca e nevoie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Minte-ma frumos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Fii tare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Uita-te adanc in ochii mei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Vreau sa te cred...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Spune-mi ca trecutul nu o sa-mi invadeze iar gandurile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Spune-mi ca voi fii in siguranta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ca am sa am un somn netulburat in seara asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Haide , spune-mi ca maine va fii o noua zi in care te voi vedea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Asigura-ma ca voi avea parte de cea mai frumoasa zi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Fii atent la detalii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Acum am cea mai mare nevoie de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sunt la pamant , stii asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ajuta-ma sa ma ridic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Spune-mi ca vei fii langa mine , ca nu ma vei parasi orice s-ar intampla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Iar eu ... am sa cred tot ceea ce imi vei spune ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nu am sa ma indoiesc nicio clipa ca ceea ce spui e adevarat ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Amandoi ne dorim acelasi lucru ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Vrem ca binele sa invinga raul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Desigur !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Doar impreuna vom reusi sa trecem peste toate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;:-&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-1007197879763406410?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/1007197879763406410/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/diamant-si-suport.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1007197879763406410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1007197879763406410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/06/diamant-si-suport.html' title='Diamant si suport.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.tinypic.com/or4cq9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-7634649968556754005</id><published>2010-05-23T19:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:17:31.211+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubesc un vis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2dtubnd.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/cesara/b63d8af9d9400a.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=201&amp;titluEmbed=Adrian%20%20-%20Iubesti%20un%20vis%20"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/cesara/b63d8af9d9400a.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=201&amp;titluEmbed=Adrian%20%20-%20Iubesti%20un%20vis%20"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stau si ma intreb daca esti oare real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Uneori ma faci sa ma simt cum nu m-am mai simtit niciodata pana atunci...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tu reusesti sa-mi furi de fiecare data cate un zambet chiar daca sunt suparata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ai grija de mine cum n-a mai facut-o nimeni pana acum .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ma cuprinzi strans in bratele tale , ma conduci pe aripi de dor , de vis ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tot tu ma readuci pe pamant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Imi dai drumul usor din bratele tale , te asiguri ca sunt bine .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Privesti in ochii mei ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Imi transmiti aceeasi emotie nedeslusita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ca la inceput.Exact la fel ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Aceeasi sclipire ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Aceeasi iubire ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Aceeasi atentie asupra ochilor mei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Simti cand mi-e frica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cand sufar ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chiar si daca n-o arat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Imi imbraci inima de fiecare data cu miile de cuvinte dulci pe care mi le spui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Si ma intreb de fiecare data....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cum oare as putea sa stau fara tine ?...Sa nu te mai simt , sa nu te mai cunosc , sa nu-mi mai apartii , sa nu-mi mai zambesti cu subinteles , sa nu ma mai linistesti cand sunt trista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cine oare , mai bine ca tine , ar putea oprii ploile ce curg uneori in viata mea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cine ar avea aceeasi rabdare pe care o ai tu , cine m-ar invata sa iubesc , sa rad , sa deosebesc raul de bine ?:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dar stiu raspunsul deja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nimeni !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nimeni nu ar fi la fel ca tine , oricat ar incerca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Te iubesc Domnule Stie-tot !!! :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-7634649968556754005?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/7634649968556754005/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/05/iubesc-un-vis.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7634649968556754005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/7634649968556754005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/05/iubesc-un-vis.html' title='Iubesc un vis...'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/2dtubnd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-3022164910737029614</id><published>2010-05-05T21:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:12:53.360+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ce diferita e lumea vazuta din spatele unor porti mari de fier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cate secrete pot ascunde acele porti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Te pot rupe de realitate atat de usor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Pot fii interpretate drept " o bariera intre doua lumi ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;1) Lumea reala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;2) Lumea ireala , imaginara ... "perfecta "...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Am avut ocazia sa simt asta pe pielea mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Persoane pe care le cunosc de atata timp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Persoane pe care credeam ca le cunosc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ei bine , se pare ca nu le cunoasteam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Abia azi le-am cunoscut cu adevarat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Le-am analizat comportamentul acolo unde ei sunt " in largul lor ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Fie in coltul umbrit de copaci " la o tigare ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Fie alergand in disperare fara un rost anume ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Si nu , nu au fost mereu asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;S-au schimbat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sau mai bine zis au fost schimbati fara voia lor de mediul in care se afla ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-3022164910737029614?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/3022164910737029614/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/05/wake-up.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3022164910737029614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3022164910737029614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/05/wake-up.html' title='Wake up !'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-4360032358835233719</id><published>2010-05-04T21:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:21:18.271+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce-i al meu , va ramane al meu !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphicsnow.com/" title="Orkut and MySpace Glitter Graphics"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll149/glittergn/disney/disney066.gif" border="0" alt="Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphicsnow.com/disney.html"&gt;Disney Glitters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nu o sa-mi permit vreodata sa te pierd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Regulile mele stricte nu ma vor lasa sa te ranesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Voi fi aici cand ai nevoie de mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Da , da ... chiar acolo :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;In sufletul tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Am sa bat la usa inimii tale de cate ori este nevoie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Iar tu ai sa ma gazduiesti acolo :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ai sa ma primesti mereu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Stiu asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Si mai stiu ca oricat de mult ti-as gresii tu m-ai ierta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Vad asta in ochii tai , sunt constienta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Defapt am fost din prima clipa cand i-am privit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Stiu ca nu ai renunta la mine indiferent de situatie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Stiu ca si tu vei fii langa mine atunci cand o sa cad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ai sa vii ca de obicei langa mine sa-mi spui ca toate trec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Iar eu am sa te cred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Am sa te cred pentru ca stiu ca ai dreptate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Mi-ai demonstrat-o de atatea ori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pe zi ce trece cred mai mult in tine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cred mai mult in noi ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Te iubesc domnule Stieee-Totttttt ;x !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-4360032358835233719?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/4360032358835233719/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/05/ce-i-al-meu-va-ramane-al-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4360032358835233719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4360032358835233719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/05/ce-i-al-meu-va-ramane-al-meu.html' title='Ce-i al meu , va ramane al meu !'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll149/glittergn/disney/th_disney066.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-3040013081152188246</id><published>2010-04-30T21:14:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T21:14:50.025+03:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love ;x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Spune-mi ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ce ai simtit prima data cand l-ai privit ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ce ai simtit cand ochii lui stateau atintiti asupra ta si-ti aruncau parca sageti de amor ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ce ai simtit la prima intalnire ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ce ai simtit cand mana lui a atins-o pe-a ta pentru prima data ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cum te-ai simtit cand te-a strans prima data la pieptul lui ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cat de tare batea oare inima ta ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Stiu , vroia sa iasa din piept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dar , mai stiu si ca a lui avea aceeasi dorinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Prima data cand l-ai privit ... S-a indragostit .Isi doarea din toata inima sa poata da timpul inapoi cu cateva minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sa il privesti din nou la fel de profund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;La prima intalnire , te-a tratat ca pe o regina.Propriul lui univers erai tu.Vedea totul prin ochii tai , ca si pana azi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mana lui , s-a indreptat timid spre a ta ... Parea ca se deplaseaza cu o oarecare retinere.Erai prea gingasa.Nu stia cum sa te atinga .Parea ca sensibilitatea ta deosebita face ca pana si o simpla atingere brusca sa-ti faca rau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;El nu vroia asta.Nici acum nu vrea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Incearca sa te protejeze cat mai mult cu putinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Hmmm , adu-ti aminte. Prima data cand te-a strans la pieptul lui.Inima ta era lipita de-a lui.Bateau amandoua in acelasi ritm si cu acelasi scop.Bateau una pentru alta neincetat.Si acum bat la fel ... Seara de seara bataile lor va rasuna usor in minte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Va doriti din ce in ce mai mult.Cand sunteti impreuna simtiti ca toata lumea e a voastra.Si este.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Este pentru ca iubirea este medicamentul potrivit pentru multe afectiuni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Fie cuvinte rele , barfe si multe alte lucruri ce pot constitui un obstacol pentru dragostea voastra , vor fi invinse cu usurinta .Asta doar IMPREUNA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-3040013081152188246?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/3040013081152188246/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/true-love-x.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3040013081152188246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3040013081152188246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/true-love-x.html' title='True Love ;x'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-3638551968442918945</id><published>2010-04-29T21:41:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:49:44.134+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Puterea dragostei.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ea ... O fata cuminte.Nu extrem de frumoasa, dar cu ceva al ei , ceva ce atragea atentia oricui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;El...Candva un pustan ce vroia sa iasa in evidenta.Acum , diferit de ceilalti.Schimbat ... Schimbat de ea ... De dragostea ei ... De afectiunea cu care ii vorbea , de duiosia cu care il privea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ea...Era fericita .Extrem de fericita .De ce ?Pentru ca il avea pe el.Era singurul ei sprijin...Parintii ii murisera intr-un accident.Acum locuia cu matusa ei , cu care nu avea o relatie prea buna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;El...a avut multe probleme in familie.Tatal , bolnav ... Mama, nu o cunostea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dar lucrurile astea nu au contat.Au trecut peste toate impreuna.Acum erau clasa a XII-a ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Inca putin si anul se incheia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Ce repede a trecut timpul , iubito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Asa e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Esti suparata ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Nu , doar ma gandeam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-La ce ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Pai...la parintii mei.Poate daca acum erau aici , era altfel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Te rog , nu te mai gandii la asta.Sunt aici .Mereu voi fi alaturi de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Da.Esti singurul meu  motiv serios pentru care imi doresc sa traiesc.Daca nu ai mai fi tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Shtttt...Daca te-as face sa suferi , nu mi-as ierta-o niciodata.Te-as cauta la nesfarsit , pana te-as gasii , sa-mi pot ispasii pedeapsa, sa primesc chinul care mi se cuvine . Jur !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Si din nou isi deschideau sufletul , unul in fata celuilalt , iar ea se refugia in bratele lui puternice .Acolo stia ca are un loc numai al ei , rezervat permanent , de cate ori avea nevoie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Au trecut multe alte zile .De 4 ani  isi faceau viata frumoasa,unul celuilalt.Traiau o dragoste puternica si sincera .Niciodata nu si-au vorbit urat , nu si-au gresit unul celuilalt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mai erau 2 saptamani , pana cand se adauga al 4-lea boboc al relatiei lor la buchetul ce avea sa se formeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Hey , ai vazut-o pe noua fata ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Da , iubita... Invata in clasa de langa mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Pare de treaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Nu stiu ... Inca nu am vorbit cu ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Cum ti-a mers azi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Bine...Fata de alte zile , pot spune ca a fost una reusita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Sa mergem in parc cateva minute .... Ce zici?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Desigur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Au mers in parc.Acelasi parc in care mergeau mereu.Si la lacul acela mic si limpede, pe care ei il numeu " Lacul Iubirii " .Acolo isi impartasisera primul sarut , prima imbratisare...Au mers si pe pod ... Unde le placea sa se imbratiseze si sa priveasca in jos...Se pierdeau in vise si sperante.Razele soarelui se jucau in parul ei iar vantul il misca usor , imprastiind in urma o mireasma placuta... Ochii lui stateau continuu atintiti asupra ei , nu se puteau dezlipii de pe trupul ei nici o clipa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Erau frumoase zilele in care erau impreuna.Se potriveau perfect,ar fii fost pacat sa se desparta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Totul a mers bine , pana intr-o zii cand , intr-o discutie obisnuita cu noua colega , el ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Esti frumoasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Hey :"&gt; Mersiii ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Nu ai pentru ce...Spun doar adevarul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Nici tu nu esti mai prejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Acum ar trebuii sa-ti multumesc si eu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Pai , poate da , poate nu.Depinde cum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Aaaa , sa inteleg ca nu te gandeai doar la cuvinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Poate ca ma gandeam la astaaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ea isi lipeste buzele reci de ale lui ... Pentru cateva momente raman lipite , pana cand ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Hey , scuze ... Nu pot sa fac asta ... Stii , eu am o prietena... E ceva serios... Iarta-ma .Nu m-am controlat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Ooo , nu ... Linisteste-te .E vina mea.Trebuie sa plec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Orele se sfarsesc .Ei se intalnesc ca de obicei pe banca din spatele terenului de sport...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Heyyyy ! Mi-ai lipsiittttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Si tu , iubito ... Scuze ca nu am venit in pauze la tine , am avut de invatat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Nu-i nimic...Stii ca nu-i nicio problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Da...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Se uita adanc in ochii lui...Profunzimea lor spunea ceva .Era ceva ciudat , ceva ce nu mai vazuse in ei pana acum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Vrei sa-mi spui ceva ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Nu , iubito ... Stii ca nu-ti ascund nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Stiuuuu... Era doar o intrebare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Sa mergem sa ne plimbam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A doua zi , la scoala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Intamplarea a facut ca ora de sport sa fie comuna.Toti elevii au fost nevoiti sa iasa pe teren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;El , o astepta pe ea, nu venise la prima ora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Isi facea griji...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Colega cea noua apare langa el :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Ce faci?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Bine...Stateam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Aha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Uite ce e ... Data trecuta...Ma simt vinovat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Nu.A fost vina mea...Doar ca ...nu mi-am dat seama...Nu stiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Da.  fost o greseala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Sauu....Poate ca nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ea repeta gestul facut cu cateva zile in urma.Il saruta usor , cu aceeasi senzatie rece ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Deodata apare ea...Izbucneste in plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;El sare brusc de pe banca...O striga ... Alearga dupa ea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Nu e ceea ce crezi...Te rog ...Asteapta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-De ce ? Ce vrei sa-mi spui ? Ca nu e vina ta ? Ai incercat macar sa te impotrivesti gesturilor ei ?Nu , nu ai incercat.Nici nu ai fii facut-o. Macar fii sincer...Spune-mi ... A cata oara se intampla?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Iubita...eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Spune-mi !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-A doua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Vezi? Nu ai niciun motiv.Gata cu asta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Iubita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Macar stii ce zii era azi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Pai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Nici nu ma asteptam sa stii.Niciodata nu ai uitat.Probabil te-a tulburat sarutul de mai devreme...Azi...( Plange...) ... Azi se implineau 4 ani , stii... era ziua noastra.Mereu a fost ceva special ... Iar acum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Nu pleca !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Lasa-ma... Nu ma mai cauta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A mers la pod , se uita in jos , ca de fiecare data, numai ca acum lipsea ceva , lipsea el , cu imbratisarea lui tandra.Lacrimile i se prabuseau pe pamantul tare ... Suspinele ei se intorceau ca un ecou spre adancul sufletului sau...A scos un bilet...A mers la lac , langa copacul care le adapostise mereu atatea vise.L-a lasat.A mers la pod , s-a inchinat , cerandu-si iertare si a sarit.Corpul sau s-a izbit puternic de pamant.Era...Sfarsitul ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nu dureaza mult si baiatul apare acolo , langa copac... Se aseaza... Gaseste biletul.Il ia . Era scrisul ei...Citeste cu voce tare :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;" Ti-am spus ca esti singurul motiv pentru care merita sa traiesc.Acum , disparuse.Nu am gasit un rost al vietii mele.Te iubesc ! Adio... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Atunci , lacrimile i-au inundat privirea...Se scurgeau usor pe obrajii lui netezi.Obrajii aceia pe care ea obisnuia sa-i sarute cu atata delicatete...Pe care ii mangaia cu atata atentie ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Deodata s-a ridicat , a sarutat biletul si l-a bagat in buzunar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A mers acasa la ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Vecini , colegi , familia pe care o avea , erau prezenti langa ea in ultima clipa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Pentru el a fost o lovitura mult prea puternica.Nu ii venea sa creada ca a ranit-o.Regreta atat de tare...Insa asa se intampla mereu...Regretele vin prea tarziu...Atunci cand nu se mai poate face nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A mers pe pod , chiar in locul in care o sarutase ultima data .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Si-a ridicat privirea spre ceruri si a strigat :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"-Ti-am promis ca o sa te caut sa-mi repar gresala oriunde ai fii ... O sa ma tin de promisiune.Asteapta-ma te rog , acolo sus , in cer.Doamne ,ai grija de ea , Te rog ... Voi ajunge curand la tine , iubito ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Apoi, corpul sau s-a prabusit peste balustrada de fier...Era...Era sfarsitul lui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;E de necrezut ce poate face uneori dragostea din oameni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dragostea nu are varsta , culoare , sau legi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Iubirea are propriile legi in fiecare cuplu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ea se naste , rezista , sau moare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Din ea se naste tristetea , fericirea , ura sau chiar reactii necontrolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Fiecare suflet poate fii vindecat printr-o iubire sincera , venita de la persoana potrivita, acea persoana pe care o intalnesti o singura data in viata.Acea persoana care iti motiveaza existenta , si fara de care , alegi sa-ti pui capat zilelor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Alegi sa renunti la viata ta , fiind constient ca ceea ce urmeaza e doar o DURERE VESNICA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-3638551968442918945?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/3638551968442918945/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/puterea-dragostei.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3638551968442918945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3638551968442918945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/puterea-dragostei.html' title='Puterea dragostei.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-3967750861038169768</id><published>2010-04-28T19:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:25:49.887+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrete amoroase.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Da.Asa e cand iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;Te gandesti la tot felul de lucruri.&lt;br /&gt;Mai bune , sau mai rele...In functie de caz.&lt;br /&gt;Stii , de multe ori regreti anumite lucruri.&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare rau ca nu ai somn in noapte gandindu-te la mine.&lt;br /&gt;Imi cer scuze ca-ti alerg prin minte intreaga zi.&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt vinovata ca iti tulbur gandurile de atatea ori ;;)&lt;br /&gt;Stiu.Iti apar in fata brusc .Un portret imaginar , care pare atat de real pentru cateva minute.&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu , nu sunt eu .&lt;br /&gt;E doar dorul :X&lt;br /&gt;Si gandul meu care ajunge la tine.&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare rau ca nu-ti pot indeplinii toate dorintele de-odata.&lt;br /&gt;In timp , promit ca nu va ramane niciuna neimplinita ;;) !&lt;br /&gt;Imi cer scuze ca sunt misterioasa uneori cu tine ,&lt;br /&gt;Dar asta ma deosebeste de restul.&lt;br /&gt;Da , imi pare rau si pentru ca-ti refuz unele gesturi :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar stii prea bine , asta te-a atras spre mine :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te Iubesc domnuleeee Stie-Totttt :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O luna :"&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-3967750861038169768?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/3967750861038169768/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/regrete-amoroase.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3967750861038169768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3967750861038169768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/regrete-amoroase.html' title='Regrete amoroase.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-873612609864850385</id><published>2010-04-28T19:04:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:13:21.216+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Va urasc , dar va iubesc.Ma doare , dar va iert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mda...cica nimeni nu merita lacrmile tale ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Poate asa este...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dar cummm ? Cumm sa nu plangi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Uneori nici mie nu-mi vine sa cred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Iert asa de usor fara voia mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sentimentele o iau inaintea cuvintelor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Vorbesc ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Rostesc primul cuvant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Vorbesc prin ochii mei, cel mai des.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Persoane care mi-au facut atata rau, si imi fac in continuare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Normal ar fii sa fiu rece , sa pot sa le fac viata grea , zilele amare , asa cum ei mi le fac mie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dar nuuu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Desi , as vrea sincer , nu pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Si ce dezamagireeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Da , nu sunt destul de puternica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nu stiu sa lupt doar pentru mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nu stiu sa fiu egoista nici macar atunci cand trebuie .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Oare ar trebuii sa ma pun pe invatat ? :-? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-873612609864850385?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/873612609864850385/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/va-urasc-dar-va-iubescma-doare-dar-va.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/873612609864850385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/873612609864850385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/va-urasc-dar-va-iubescma-doare-dar-va.html' title='Va urasc , dar va iubesc.Ma doare , dar va iert.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-3690571821936641883</id><published>2010-04-25T21:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:17:47.033+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is the answer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/j7sx3l.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Priveste in ochii mei ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ce vezi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E exact ceea ce nu te-ai gandit vreodata ca ai sa pierzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nu te-ai gandit niciodata ca prin ei n-ai sa mai poti sa vezi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nici ca nu vei mai avea in ce sa crezi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Te asezi ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Incepi sa realizezi , ca trebuie sa inveti sa pierzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ce sa pierzi ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Stii bine ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Trebuie sa inveti sa ma pierzi pe mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Iti e groaza .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nu-ti vine sa crezi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Unde-i fata aia care te invata sa visezi ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nu te astepta sa primesti vreun semn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Stiu , nu e usor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Va trebui sa pui orgoliul in fata sentimentelor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dar StOP !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Strange-i mana , spune-i ce simti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Explica-i ca nu poti , si nu vrei sa te minti ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Spune-i ca tu inca tii la ea ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Si o intamplare ca asta te-ar afecta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Si ca nu e un joc de cuvinte ceea ce-i spui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ca ai putea sa recunosti ca o iubesti in fata oricui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Priveste-o in ochi , lasa lacrimile sa cada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chiar daca ceva iti spune ca n-ar trebui sa se vada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O sa creda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Stii bine , prietenii ti-au spus de la inceput &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ca atunci cand iubesti , poate te implici prea mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Defapt , sunt doar minciuni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Vor sa vada cum se stinge tot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sa trezeasca in tine o ura puternica pentru care nu exista antidot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dar iubirea pentru ea iti da viata , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Te face sa razi , sa plangi , sa spui lucrurile pe fata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Stii ce trebuie sa faci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E deja tarziu , cat o sa mai taci ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O sa va amintiti impreuna de prima seara ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Si o sa regrete ca iubirea asta era sa moara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2z6uws7.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="55" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/sor_23/ded4c6136b97e8.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=228&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Morandi%20-%20Angels"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/sor_23/ded4c6136b97e8.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="durataAudio=228&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Morandi%20-%20Angels" height="55" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-3690571821936641883?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/3690571821936641883/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-is-answer.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3690571821936641883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/3690571821936641883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-is-answer.html' title='Love is the answer...'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/j7sx3l_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-2679666863701042497</id><published>2010-04-25T20:27:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:36:56.531+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezamagire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stii , doare sa vezi ca traiesti printre falsi .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Obosesti sa spui " va fii bine "...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Defapt , nici tu nu mai crezi in asta :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Incerci sa-i consideri pe toti prieteni ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gresesti !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nu sunt.Nici macar un sfert dintre toti care vor sa para .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Si era imposibil sa ramana tot asa cum a fost ieri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nici maine nu va fii probabil cum a fost azi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Defapt nici nu mai conteaza !!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="55" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/d3lyutza/502ea5b25f330d.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=258&amp;amp;titluEmbed=K-trina%20-%20Prietenii%20feat%20DMS"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/d3lyutza/502ea5b25f330d.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="durataAudio=258&amp;amp;titluEmbed=K-trina%20-%20Prietenii%20feat%20DMS" height="55" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-2679666863701042497?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/2679666863701042497/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/dezamagire.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/2679666863701042497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/2679666863701042497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/dezamagire.html' title='Dezamagire.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-2880100138815130215</id><published>2010-04-25T13:18:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:36:27.933+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Momente frumoase alaturi de voi !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Lumea nu se invarte in jurul meu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nu sunt importanta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Deloc chiar ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sunt un singur trecator prin labirintul asta numit " VIATA "...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;La fel sunt si ei , cei cu care imi petrec zilele de la o vreme incoace .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Poate sunt copila uneori...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sau da , MULT PREA COPILA ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dar ei nu-mi reproaseaza asta niciodata .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Poate sunt vesela , mult prea vesela .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dar ei niciodata nu au incercat sa-mi schimbe starea ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nici nu vreau sa ma maturizez ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ei ma invata sa-mi traiesc copilaria .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Acum ceva timp imi grabeam maturizarea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Defapt , nu o grabeam eu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Persoanele din jurul meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Poate mi-a luat prea mult timp sa-mi dau seama ca nu e bine ce fac .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Tot ei , m-au determinat sa ma schimb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Stiu , uneori sunt imposibil de inteles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nici eu nu ma inteleg cateodata ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Oricat as incerca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ei imi spun ca ma pricep sa-i inteleg pe ceilalti ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Pentru mine lucrul asta valoreaza de mii de ori mai mult decat un compliment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Daca le-as gresi vreodata , ar fii cel mai groaznic sentiment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Au fost si momente in care increderea a lipsit ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nu din partea mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Insa totul e bine cand se termina cu bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Adevarul a iesit la iveala .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Totul s-a incheiat printr-o imbratisare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Au fost si lacrimi varsate ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Lacrimi sincere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Lucrul asta a intarit si mai tare perietenia dintre noi .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Iubesc momentele in care radem ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Chiar si fara motiv :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Iubesc momentele cu voi , si ma bucur de ele cat pot de tare ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Va iubesc !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/sec7xh.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" 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/2249433713307872428-2880100138815130215?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/sec7xh_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-5935386227199355745</id><published>2010-04-25T13:05:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:18:33.067+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu ma intereseaza !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Stiti , am ajuns la concluzia ca e mai bine sa nu ma intereseze ce spun gurile rele ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Da , eram de mult timp constienta de asta , numai ca nu prea puneam in practica gandurile mele ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Peste tot auzi : Fii tu insuti ! Iubeste sincer ! etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Daca stam sa analizam bine persoanele care dau aceste sfaturi ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;uneori constatam ca sunt cei care le incalca MEREU !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Si da , tocmai asta m-a determinat sa incetez in a va mai asculta :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Nu spun ca nu am nevoie de sfaturi ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Am , uneori foarte mare nevoie .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Insa , doar cand le cer ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nu credeti ca sunt destul de mare incat sa pot sa va anunt eu cand am nevoie de vreun sprijin ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Asa ca , ma adresez tuturor domnisoarelor care vor sa para atotstiutoare ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;si tin sa le anunt prin intermediul acestui post ca uneori isi racesc gura degeaba (in ultima vreme mai mereu-si cand spun asta sunt doar sincera , nu rautacioasa ) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;De la o singura persoana ma straduiesc sa iau cat mai in serios sugestiile sale , caci nimeni nu a stiut sa pastreze inima mea mai in siguranta vreodata  8-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He he :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Te Iubesc domnule Stie-Tot ! :*:*:*&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/2249433713307872428-5935386227199355745?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/5935386227199355745/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/nu-ma-intereseaza.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/5935386227199355745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/5935386227199355745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/nu-ma-intereseaza.html' title='Nu ma intereseaza !'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-4152618313234898197</id><published>2010-04-24T23:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:21:16.475+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything it`s perfect ! I can`t belive that ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Am ajuns la concluzia ca visez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Sigur visez !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;El e perfect !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Zilele mele de la o vreme sunt perfecte ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Niciodata nu a fost asa ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Nici pe departe asa de frumos ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Si nu , nu vreau sa se schimbe asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Defapt , nu am sa las sa se intample asta .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Bucata asta din puzzle-ul vietii mele , le completeaza pe toate ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Completeaza orice gol !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Si tocmai de aceea nu am sa o las sa se deterioreze vreun pic ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;NICIODATA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Va ramane mereu la fel ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Intreaga ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-4152618313234898197?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/4152618313234898197/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/everything-its-perfect-i-cant-belive.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4152618313234898197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4152618313234898197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/everything-its-perfect-i-cant-belive.html' title='Everything it`s perfect ! I can`t belive that ...'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-8205104606825830399</id><published>2010-04-18T12:53:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:55:33.653+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is complicated !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Dragostea ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ce cuvant simplu ... Dar cu cate intelesuri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sentimentul ala frumos ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Care speri sa nu se termine niciodata ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Perioada aia infloritoare in care " impreuna " totul e bine .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Tot ce e urat prinde culoare , se transforma in culoare .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Norii cei fumurii sunt alungati printr-o simpla rasuflare ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Totul se invarteste in jurul tau ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Obtii usor ceea ce vrei .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Adormi razand , si astepti cu nerabdare sa vina ziua urmatoare ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Stiu, te simti in al 9-lea cer ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ai impresia ca e vesnica starea asta ... Vezi totul roz ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Stiu , ti se pare de-a dreptul minunat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Dar mai stiu si ca, din pacate uneori doare ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Mult timp ... Sau pe o perioada scurta , dar atat de tare incat ti se va parea o viata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Nu intotdeauna faci alegerea potrivita ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Hmmm si stiuu... stiu cat suferi ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Stiu cat incerci sa repari ceva , sa faci o minune , sa mearga din nou ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Dar nu , nu merge ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Si stiu ca asta doare si mai tare ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Faci orice sa para o coincidenta intalnirile dese pe strada ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Si stiu ca ii privesti in ochi si parca nu mai stralucesc ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Si ti-e greu , si nopti intregi nu dormi ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Si plangi , te framanti , incerci sa gasesti explicatii ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Si da , stiu ca dai vina pe el/ea ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Crezi ca o sa treci mai departe ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Dar nuu ... Stiu ca te inseli ... Si sti si tu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sti , dar nu vei recunoaste niciodata ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Renunti ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Si vrei sa uiti de asta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sa lasi totul in urma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Dar cum , cand tot ce e in jur iti aminteste de zilele alea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Faci eforturi sa treci peste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Dar cum ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ai nevoie de bratele alea care te prind cand esti gata sa cazi si ti-e dor de vocea aia care spune " o sa fie bine ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Stiu , refuzi sa te gandesti ca se va intampla asta atata timp cat ti-e bine ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Dar rareori ramane totul la fel ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-8205104606825830399?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/8205104606825830399/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-is-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/8205104606825830399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/8205104606825830399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-is-complicated.html' title='Love is complicated !'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-1098103276308801258</id><published>2010-04-18T12:19:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:37:00.584+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A ta pentru totdeauna ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/izm3y9.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;El...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Singura persoana care ma face sa tresar chiar si la simpla atingere ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ma pastreaza mereu in gandul lui , indiferent de starea de spirit pe care o are ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ma iubeste neconditionat ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ma face sa zambesc si sa vad partea frumoasa a lucrurilor oricat de grava ar fi situatia ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nu uita niciodata sa spuna " te iubesc " ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ma calmeaza de fiecare data cand sunt nelinistita ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Imi reaminteste ca toate trec atunci cand simt ca nu mai rezist ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Reuseste printr-un mod miraculos sa adauge un strop de dulceata in fiecare cuvant ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Eu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;As vrea sa ma intalnesc cu pestisorul de aur :)) Sa-mi indeplineasca si mie o dorinta ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Defapt , poate mai multe daca nu se supara ... :"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;As vreaaaaaa sa fie in fiecare minut langa mine , aici ma refer la partea fizica ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Trebuie sa mentionez asta pentru ca stiu ca moral e intotdeauna cu mine ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Gandurile noastre se intalnesc , se imbratiseaza si se intorc fiecare la locul lor aruncand sageti de fericire peste tot in urma lor ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sau poate ca as vrea de la " pestisorul " ala ... sa-mi dea o insula in mijlocul celui mai mare ocean ... Sa fim doar noi doi ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Un lucru e sigur ... Printre toate visele astea copilaresti exista si ceva real :X Faptul ca il iubescccc !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Pana imi apare in cale Pestisorul , prefer sa ma bucur in continuare cu el :X Pentru el :X Pentru noi :X ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/5e7nll.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/idwwb9.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/14eax4o.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/30t45me.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" 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/2249433713307872428-1098103276308801258?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/1098103276308801258/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/ta-pentru-totdeauna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1098103276308801258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1098103276308801258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/ta-pentru-totdeauna.html' title='A ta pentru totdeauna ...'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/izm3y9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-4626805878326678832</id><published>2010-04-09T20:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:48:12.389+03:00</updated><title type='text'>15.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2ibm8mq.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Stateam la etaj , pe balcon ... Aplecata peste balustrada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lacrimile mele curgeau una cate una , sfaraind pe asfaltul mult prea incins de soarele ala nefiresc ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Toate erau impotriva mea ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Soarele batea din ce in ce mai tare , reflectand in metalul balustradei ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O ameteala puternica imi fura si restul sigurantei ramase in corpul si mintea mea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Parea ca nimic nu mai avea rost ... Am alunecat dintr-odata pe gresia fierbinte ... Lacrimile continuau sa curga , suspinele imi cutremurau fiinta iar miile de amintiri cu el treceau rand pe rand , prin fata ochilor mei innecati in suferinta ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Vroiam sa ma ridic , nu reuseam insa ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nu aveam putere ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Eram total slabita .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Abia respiram , aproape ca ma sufocam ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Aveam nevoie de el ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nu mai rezistam ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Simteam cum se stinge fiecare celula vie ce ma mai ajuta sa supravietuiesc ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Era atat de dureros acest inceput de sfarsit ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Imi sfasia inima in mii de bucatele , care mai puteau fi lipite doar prin dragostea lui ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dragoste care acum nu mai exista ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Asta am visat in acea seara ; Un vis ce m-a chinuit groaznic pana aproape de dimineata ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Era insa incredibil ... Parea atat de real ... Am trait sentimentul ala chinuitor pana in adancul meu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Am adormit cu greu din nou ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;De fiecare data cand inchideam ochii , mi-era teama ca ei sa nu mai ascunda o astfel de poveste niciodata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Aceea a fost ultima intamplare neplacuta care se leaga de Joe , pana azi ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sunt fericita cu el ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E tot ce mi-as fi putut dori vreodata ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Am invatat ca prietenii sunt trecatori , nu lupta pentru binele tau ... Uneori nu-ti sunt prieteni ... Te indeamna la rau ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dar am mai invatat si ca , intr-o iubire pura si adevarata nu exista loc de indoieli sau despartiri...Intr-o iubire adevarata nu exista certuri mai lungi de 5 minute sau lacrimi pe obraz ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Intr-o iubire adevarata se va cunoaste intotdeauna minciuna si realitatea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Intr-o dragoste puternica nu se pot infiltra inamici ...Nu exista o a treia persoana ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dragostea mea si a lui Joe este vesnica ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Fiecare intalneste persoana potrivita candva , iar norocul meu a fost sa-l intalnesc pe el ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ca un om sa iubeasca pe altul e probabil cea mai grea sarcina care ne-a fost incredintata, sarcina suprema, examenul final, opera pentru care toate celelalte sunt doar un preludiu…. Iubirea e un imbold pentru fiecare sa se desavarseasca, sa devina cineva, sa devina o lume el insusi de dragul cuiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-4626805878326678832?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/4626805878326678832/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/15.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4626805878326678832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/4626805878326678832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/15.html' title='15.'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2ibm8mq_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-1611624181107890768</id><published>2010-04-09T20:17:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:32:08.983+03:00</updated><title type='text'>TE IUBESC !!</title><content type='html'>Nu am mai scris de mult ... Recunosc ca am neglijat blogul pe perioada acestei scurte vacante cu ocazia Pastelui ...Insa pot spune ca am avut un motiv mai mult decat intemeiat :x ... Am avut norocul sa apara in viata mea el ... De data asta nu mai este " Joe " din povestea mea imaginara :)) ... Este o persoana in carne si oase care mi-a captat intreaga atentie asupra lui printr-o simpla privire adanca in ochii mei ...&lt;br /&gt;Printr-un simplu zambet m-a facut sa nu mai vreau sa-i dau drumul niciodata din bratele mele ...&lt;br /&gt;Ma face sa zambesc si sa ma simt cea mai fericita prin simplul fapt ca e langa mine , ca ma priveste sau ca imi zambeste cu subinteles...&lt;br /&gt;Nu credeam in dragoste la prima vedere , gandeam mereu ca este o prostie ... Credeam ca trebuie sa cunosti o persoana foarte bine sa te indragostesti. Am avut din fericire ocazia sa intalnesc un caz contrariu in viata mea...Ma contrazic cu tarie in momentul asta si incep sa cred din adancul meu in aceasta dragoste izbitoare care te "loveste" atat de tare incat uneori nu te mai poti vindeca niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as dori sincer ca aceasta poveste sa nu se termine niciodata , iar ochii lui sa ma priveasca la fel de adanc mereu , flacara din ei sa nu se schimbe niciodata .&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as dori atat de tare sa fie al meu pentru totdeauna si sa putem mereu sa trecem peste cuvintele rele spuse de unii ...&lt;br /&gt;Da , sunt fericita ... pot spune asta in gura mare , dupa atata timp cat am fost mereu trista , visatoare , schimbatoare , instabila ...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt fericita datorita lui ...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt fericita odata cu el ...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt fericita alaturi de el ...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt fericita pentru el ...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt fericita pentru NOI ...:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/klaudyk/9e17f8f127087f.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=245&amp;titluEmbed=cristiana%20raduta-epilogue"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/klaudyk/9e17f8f127087f.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=245&amp;titluEmbed=cristiana%20raduta-epilogue"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249433713307872428-1611624181107890768?l=lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/feeds/1611624181107890768/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/te-iubesc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1611624181107890768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249433713307872428/posts/default/1611624181107890768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacrimideadevar.blogspot.com/2010/04/te-iubesc.html' title='TE IUBESC !!'/><author><name>Kandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02123850755773879664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_sbhmp0yRM/TmJ728u4cFI/AAAAAAAAALU/15qEN35Fc2A/s220/SAM_1562.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249433713307872428.post-2698248714411332690</id><published>2010-03-22T20:35:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:09:36.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'>14.Next day :X</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Urmatoarea zi am mers in parcul de distractii ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:ti
