<?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-3307965495846799509</id><updated>2012-01-29T15:16:40.751+02:00</updated><category term='un nou inceput'/><category term='prada.minciuna'/><category term='luminita de la capatul tunelului'/><category term='incapatanare'/><category term='ajutor'/><category term='strainul'/><category term='ceva nou'/><category term='atu'/><category term='salvare'/><category term='magneti'/><category term='tampenii'/><category term='tristete'/><category term='Desene'/><category term='ca la gara'/><category term='schimbari'/><category term='nimic'/><category term='bun'/><category term='somn'/><category term='traiesc'/><category term='nu vreau'/><category term='Leapsa'/><category term='niciodata'/><category term='stiu'/><category term='superior'/><category term='mergi mai departe'/><category term='lumina'/><category term='rau'/><category term='rasarit'/><category term='amic'/><category term='filme'/><category term='relatii'/><category term='perna'/><category term='diferit'/><category term='17 nu 70'/><category term='rascruce'/><category term='fals'/><category term='alta data'/><category term='minciuni'/><category term='dezamagiri'/><category term='castig'/><category term='imposibilul'/><category term='nu meriti.sfori'/><category term='iubire'/><category term='real love'/><category term='vara asta'/><category term='extaz'/><category term='porc'/><category term='nu meriti.'/><category term='mami si tati'/><category term='realitate'/><category term='imi pare rau'/><category term='eu si doar eu'/><category term='vise'/><category term='pierd'/><category term='inferior'/><category term='vacanta'/><category term='DAR'/><category term='visez'/><category term='cealalta'/><category term='cosmar'/><category term='mare'/><category term='mincinoasa'/><category term='have fun'/><category term='Ea'/><category term='indragostita'/><category term='adio'/><category term='eu'/><category term='el'/><category term='eu si tu'/><category term='pentru tine'/><category term='primul pas'/><category term='moarte'/><category term='comentezi?'/><category term='o noua poveste'/><category term='am de invatat'/><category term='altceva'/><category term='te iubesc'/><category term='nemernic'/><category term='a visa'/><category term='joc'/><category term='vanator'/><category term='pleaca'/><category term='septembrie'/><category term='e foarte cald'/><category term='i love you'/><category term='multumesc'/><category term='narcisism'/><category term='poti'/><category term='judecam'/><category term='viata. zambet'/><category term='greseala'/><category term='my one and only'/><category term='ezit'/><category term='eviti'/><category term='taci'/><category term='noi'/><category term='maci'/><category term='viata'/><title type='text'>Inimaginabil</title><subtitle type='html'>"Ceea ce nu trăim la timp, nu mai trăim niciodată." Octavian Paler</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-7924181663633898197</id><published>2012-01-27T19:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T19:56:25.802+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid subway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tp4P7V3fu0s/TyLkxamgs1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/de3Jj6KCnMo/s1600/Subway_by_xxsardisxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tp4P7V3fu0s/TyLkxamgs1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/de3Jj6KCnMo/s320/Subway_by_xxsardisxx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702371615810040658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Super, daca mai întarzie mult metroul asta o iau pe jos... Stație nenorocita... Cand ma gandesc ca sunt la doi pasi de... Ah, iar ma gandesc la tampenii... S-a terminat... Au trecut ani întregi... Haide odata, haide haide haide...&lt;br /&gt;- Esti chiar tu?&lt;br /&gt;- Poftim?!&lt;br /&gt;   Asta sigur e o greseala a destinului... Ajung dupa  nu stiu cat timp in orasul asta blestemat, si dau de el? Cineva cu siguranta se joaca cu nervii mei...&lt;br /&gt;- Depinde cine crezi tu ca sunt!&lt;br /&gt;- Aparent esti schimbata...&lt;br /&gt;- E un compliment? Sau trebuie sa te plesnesc?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu zic ca e un compliment.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu zic sa te opresti...&lt;br /&gt;- Cu tine nu m-as opri niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, doamne... Tu insa nu te-ai schimbat deloc. La fel de scarbos ai ramas...&lt;br /&gt;- Hai la o cafea... Sa vezi ca m-am schimbat.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-7924181663633898197?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/7924181663633898197/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=7924181663633898197' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7924181663633898197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7924181663633898197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2012/01/stupid-subway.html' title='Stupid subway'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tp4P7V3fu0s/TyLkxamgs1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/de3Jj6KCnMo/s72-c/Subway_by_xxsardisxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-1282689629868744296</id><published>2011-10-14T11:52:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T12:26:04.484+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-e dor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJ0zH7tBeJo/Tpf9-A7JyZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/I_6JII7L5jQ/s1600/missing_land_by_eilidh-d69w2n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJ0zH7tBeJo/Tpf9-A7JyZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/I_6JII7L5jQ/s320/missing_land_by_eilidh-d69w2n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663274298283510162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dimineata, si pentru a nu stiu cata oara ma uit la un geamantan gol, pe care il voi umple de fiecare data cand voi pleca in vacante. Acel geamantan nu-mi va fii niciodata un prieten care ma va ajuta sa-mi adun visele si sa plec...&lt;br /&gt;Am avut posibilitatea sa plec, nu ma oprea nimic, decat el...&lt;br /&gt;Si am ramas... Daca regret sau nu, nici eu nu pot sa spun...&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de ceea ce as fi putut sa ajung... Daca plecam... Mi-e dor de fapt, de cum ma imaginam...&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi-as fii dorit sa cresc. De ce nu m-a intrebat nimeni daca vreau? "Ba, tu asta mica, vrei sa cresti?" De ce? Spuneam nu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-1282689629868744296?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/1282689629868744296/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=1282689629868744296' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1282689629868744296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1282689629868744296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2011/10/mi-e-dor.html' title='Mi-e dor...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJ0zH7tBeJo/Tpf9-A7JyZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/I_6JII7L5jQ/s72-c/missing_land_by_eilidh-d69w2n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-4493506185647875727</id><published>2011-06-02T18:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T18:47:43.965+03:00</updated><title type='text'>S-a terminat, s-a terminat....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VP08QOIpbDk/Teewl2NYyoI/AAAAAAAAAdI/hdN_DnxyF8Q/s1600/247975_228407900509305_100000202906159_1102681_395027_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VP08QOIpbDk/Teewl2NYyoI/AAAAAAAAAdI/hdN_DnxyF8Q/s320/247975_228407900509305_100000202906159_1102681_395027_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613649624793926274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Și aici mă refer la liceu...&lt;br /&gt;Da, doamnelor, domnișoarelor, domnilor, s-a terminat și perioada mea de liceu.&lt;br /&gt;Am terminat să scriem prin albume, s-a terminat și banchetul, au rămas amintiri care momentan mă dor.&lt;br /&gt;Doare incertitudinea. Nu știu cu cine voi ține legătura, nu știu cine pe unde va ajunge. La dracu, nu știu nici eu unde voi ajunge...&lt;br /&gt;Nu am fost nici pe departe clasa unită, cuminte sau pericol public... Eram amestecați, diferiți, eram de pe planete diferite. Chiar și așa, sunt mândră să afirm ca am avut 4 ani plini de râsete, lacrimi, trădări, intrigi, certuri, prietenie, iubire, amestecate, niciodată nu au avut doza potrivită.( de obicei era prea mult din fiecare).&lt;br /&gt;XII-G, până aici ți-a fost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-4493506185647875727?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/4493506185647875727/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=4493506185647875727' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/4493506185647875727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/4493506185647875727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2011/06/s-terminat-s-terminat.html' title='S-a terminat, s-a terminat....'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VP08QOIpbDk/Teewl2NYyoI/AAAAAAAAAdI/hdN_DnxyF8Q/s72-c/247975_228407900509305_100000202906159_1102681_395027_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-1267565837365146104</id><published>2010-12-29T15:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:21:54.371+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Marea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TRs17BsbspI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Xa-9wUxxejU/s1600/To_The_Sea_by_hamkahatta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TRs17BsbspI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Xa-9wUxxejU/s320/To_The_Sea_by_hamkahatta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556093853474992786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marea, prin definitie e inselatoare. Nu iti poti da seama daca lipsa  valurilor, anunta calm sau dimpotriva, ascunde o mare furtuna...  Indiferent daca exista sau nu salvamari, intri pe cont propriu in mare  si speri sa nu te scufunzi, dar nici sa stai prea mult la suprafata.  Cand ajungi cu picioarele pe nisip, dar nu poti respira, incepi sa te  gandesti, sa ramai sau nu, sa scapi de probleme sau sa le faci fata.  Insa... Daca ramai prea mult inecat, te poti trezi cu o durere groaznica  de cap si multe greutati in spate. Daca iesi la suprafata, vei vedea ca ai aceleasi probleme, nu ti-a spalat marea niciun pacat, nu te-a facut mai bun, nu ti-a rezolvat nicio neintelegere. Iesi la realitate. Realitate de care ai fi vrut sa scapi, si ai scapat! Pret de cateva secunde... Mai bine ramaneai inecat, nu? Scapai de tot, aveai sufletul mai usor, incarcat doar de propria moarte...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-1267565837365146104?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/1267565837365146104/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=1267565837365146104' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1267565837365146104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1267565837365146104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/12/marea.html' title='Marea'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TRs17BsbspI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Xa-9wUxxejU/s72-c/To_The_Sea_by_hamkahatta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-6819170126400186959</id><published>2010-12-29T14:48:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:14:17.814+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TRszuoVsSPI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Aweyu3cGLpA/s1600/Sad_by_Enduku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TRszuoVsSPI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Aweyu3cGLpA/s320/Sad_by_Enduku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556091441487038706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The music is making me growing&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me awake is me knowing&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here to break me or bring me down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am inceput trist, din dorinta de a scrie pentru a uita de durere. Pentru prima data am scris despre iubire. Credeam ca stiu ce inseamna, credeam ca nimic nu poate opri doi oameni care se iubesc. Credeam ca iubirea e indeajuns de puternica pentru a infrunta orice orice obstacol. Credeam multe... Mai tarziu experienta m-a invatat ca pot iubi de una singura singura, ca el nu imi impartaseste sentimentele, doar m-a mintit frumos...  Am vazut, ca daca altii nu ne vor impreuna, pot reusii sa ne desparta. Si atunci, ce iubire mai pot apara eu? Ce definitie pot sa-i dau?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-ti voi spune niciodata cat doare. Incerc sa astept... Sa astept sa treaca. Desi stiu, ca mi-am semnat o oarece condamnare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-6819170126400186959?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/6819170126400186959/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=6819170126400186959' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/6819170126400186959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/6819170126400186959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/12/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TRszuoVsSPI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Aweyu3cGLpA/s72-c/Sad_by_Enduku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-8612359338076694612</id><published>2010-11-01T20:08:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:20:11.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TM8EBfHHg9I/AAAAAAAAAck/SY5BADt6i5s/s1600/2074f952884ddd485dedd065f1d64fc8-d31xuw5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TM8EBfHHg9I/AAAAAAAAAck/SY5BADt6i5s/s320/2074f952884ddd485dedd065f1d64fc8-d31xuw5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534646890639360978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ce se intampla. As incerca sa caut raspunsuri la niste intrebari ce deja devin absurde, si prea folosite... Dar am obosit... Am obosit sa intreb, sa caut raspunsuri. M-am saturat sa ma trezesc ca totul se schimba pe langa mine, fara niciun preaviz. Se pare ca unele lucruri nu se spun niciodata, se pastreaza, te otravesc, si pana la urma distrug...&lt;br /&gt;Renunt, abdic, ma dau batuta. Nu ma voi mai lasa prinsa la mijloc, in neutralitate pentru ca, ghici, am ramas si singura.&lt;br /&gt;Pana la urma, n-am decat sa las in urma, niste oameni,  niste sentimente,niste amintiri a vremurilor ce-au fost si nu vor mai fi, a unor aripi frante si vindecate cu priviri si imbratisari mute, cu oarece sacrificii venite din suflet. Daca astea au fost uitate, o sa le uit si eu.&lt;br /&gt;De acum incolo, am invatat sa am grija cui ii spun "te iubesc".&lt;br /&gt;Pana una alta, ma bucur de "un nou inceput", care sa nu aibe sfarsit, care sa nu-mi ridice intrebari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"So  I grab my bags and go, as far away as I can go.Cause everything ain't  what I used to know.And I try to hide, but I just can't hide no  more.There's nothing worse than feeling like a ghost.‌"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-8612359338076694612?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/8612359338076694612/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=8612359338076694612' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8612359338076694612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8612359338076694612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TM8EBfHHg9I/AAAAAAAAAck/SY5BADt6i5s/s72-c/2074f952884ddd485dedd065f1d64fc8-d31xuw5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-8532115127808382308</id><published>2010-10-20T22:32:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T22:41:10.064+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un inceput fara sfarsit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TL9FzH5u4rI/AAAAAAAAAcc/9ktb5ms2f-A/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TL9FzH5u4rI/AAAAAAAAAcc/9ktb5ms2f-A/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530215612031099570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;"- Dar de ce trebuie sa-ti amintesti si lucrurile marunte pe care le spun?&lt;br /&gt;- Pentru ca atunci cand vorbesti te si ascult... Si nu ma uit la tine gandindu-ma la ce o sa mananc dupa acasa.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu am suficienta incredere in mine ca sa cred ca exista cineva pe pamantul asta caruia sa-i placa toate prostiile mele, sa asculte tot ce zic, fara sa caste si fara sa se planga...&lt;br /&gt;- Chiar nu ai vazut pana acum ca exista acel cineva? Ca de 2 luni e innebunit dupa toate prostiile tale si ca numai poate de dragul tau, a tot ce insemni tu? N-as schimba pentru nimic in lume, ceea ce esti, tot ceea ce reprezinti. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-8532115127808382308?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/8532115127808382308/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=8532115127808382308' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8532115127808382308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8532115127808382308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/10/un-inceput-fara-sfarsit.html' title='Un inceput fara sfarsit!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TL9FzH5u4rI/AAAAAAAAAcc/9ktb5ms2f-A/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-8900402096370139445</id><published>2010-08-01T01:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T01:26:32.309+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomed beasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TFSjElcN2bI/AAAAAAAAAcM/_AfA3QtGkDw/s1600/Forever_Lost_by_bosniak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TFSjElcN2bI/AAAAAAAAAcM/_AfA3QtGkDw/s320/Forever_Lost_by_bosniak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500200344091482546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fiecare din noi, zace o javra de om. Fiecare din noi, facem rautati gratuite, flirtam excesiv desi avem o relatie, inselam, mintim, ne dam bine pe langa diferite persoane, doar de dragul de a scoate un avantaj. Exista oare cineva care sa nu fi facut nici macar unul din lucrurile de mai sus? Oops, ai mintit inca o data. De ce suntem asa?... Probabil ca sa scoatem in evidenta haosul de pe pamant, amestecul de rai si iad ce arde in noi... Fiecare isi face viata cu mana lui. Doarme precum isi asterne. M-am lamurit de mult cu treaba asta. Acum depinde de om, cat de mult ii place sa se complice, sau sa-si faca viata mai usoara, depinde daca ii place drama sau comedia, actiunea sau e un romantic incurabil. De obicei, avem parte intr-o masura mai mica sau mai mare din fiecare. Asta e rostul vietii. Plansetele, rasetele, sunt necesare. Suferinta si fericirea... Toate sunt mana in mana... Nu exista doar una, se preced, fie ca vrem fie ca nu. Nu vom fi niciodata perfecti. De ce? Pentru ca perfectul e plictisitor, n-are defecte, n-ai cum sa razi de perfect pentru ca nu te va face sa razi din cauza unei greseli, n-ai cum sa plangi dupa un perfect, pentru ca nu poate sa te faca niciodata sa plangi, n-ai cum sa te urci cu perfectul in primul tren pe care il vezi in gara, fara sa-i stii destinatia, pentru ca nu va risca o escapada din viata lui perfecta...&lt;br /&gt;Poate de asta si suntem asa rai. Poate de asta uneori ne face placere sa suferim si sa complicam tot. Pentru ca astfel... Simtim ca traim. Nimic nu e mai inaltator decat sentimentul ca traiesti viata, nu o lasi sa treaca pe langa tine... Asadar, tanjesti dupa o viata perfecta? Mai gandeste-te!... Nu poti sa ai totul. Asta e farmecul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment  might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed." -Troy-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-8900402096370139445?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/8900402096370139445/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=8900402096370139445' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8900402096370139445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8900402096370139445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/08/doomed-beasts.html' title='Doomed beasts'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TFSjElcN2bI/AAAAAAAAAcM/_AfA3QtGkDw/s72-c/Forever_Lost_by_bosniak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-3361326415554579125</id><published>2010-07-28T03:04:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T03:50:01.125+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/raLwEJqhDig&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/raLwEJqhDig&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I can't breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri ai plans, azi razi, maine... Poate plangi iar. Ai de unde stii? Azi ai totul, maine nimic. Degeaba ai totul, daca nu ai ceea ce ai nevoie...&lt;br /&gt;Asa e si cu sufletul, stie cand ai totul, dar simte cand ai ce iti trebuie. Problema e alta. Stii mereu cand ai totul, insa poti simti tarziu ca nu e ce ai nevoie... De obicei cand iti trece fericirea prin pori, o simti abia atunci cand nu mai e. O a doua sansa iti este oferita mai rar. Si daca o primesti, atunci te poti considera cel mai fericit, ti-ai recunoscut greseala, ai platit pentru ea, iar acum... Acum te bucuri de continuare. De aceea nu e bine sa pui un The END, merge mai degraba un TO BE Continued...&lt;br /&gt;Vorbesc intruna de greseli, ca si cum asta as face mereu, poate ca le fac, poate ca asa trebuie, poate ca... Imi pare rau... Prea tarziu, insa. De trecut nu poti scapa, nici de greselile din el, care, din pacate, ameninta sa ameteasca prezentul. Nu-mi place sa ascund nimic, insa nici sa iasa totul la lumina nu e bine... It's complicated. Mereu e complicat, si culmea ca putea fi usor, stiu ca nu e, am complicat eu, eu, eu, eu, eu...&lt;br /&gt;E usor sa citesti printre randuri, e greu insa sa iti exprimi starea in totalitate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-3361326415554579125?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/3361326415554579125/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=3361326415554579125' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3361326415554579125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3361326415554579125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/07/complicated.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-8349795658283834431</id><published>2010-07-24T00:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:02:22.460+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Niciodata:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TEoRafHsNEI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TZU1n0aF4jY/s1600/e2ebde3eaf529b51408c18c0a6a8d1be.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TEoRafHsNEI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TZU1n0aF4jY/s320/e2ebde3eaf529b51408c18c0a6a8d1be.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497225441887138882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incep sa cred in "niciodata nu spune niciodata..."... Mai trist e faptul ca as putea continua zicala cu inca una: "roata se intoarce"... Se completeaza... Se... Mai pe scurt, daca ti s-a intamplat sa zici asta esti un idiot. Nu exista niciodata, nimic nu se termina in totalitate. Si sunt destule sanse sa se continue, atunci cand te astepti mai putin...&lt;br /&gt;Nimic nu e mai dureros decat sa realizezi ca acolo unde ai pus punct, era de fapt virgula. Era o pauza in timp, dar care poate ascunde rasturnari de situatie, rascoliri, amintiri, sentimente pierdute si regasite sau altele noi. De fapt, poti sti vreodata cand sa pui punct? Daca pui punct, inseamna ca nu va urma altceva, niciodata... Decat un total nou inceput. Oare? Nu esti singur pe lume ca sa iti indrumi singur pasii, la asta contribuie si altii, inconstient sau constient, nu conteaza.  In ceea ce ma priveste, dupa punct roata se intoarce. Am facut pe cineva sa sufere, voi suferi. Am dat sperante false, si le voi primii inapoi. Am facut rau, primesc rau. Nimic nu ramane neplatit. Vreau sa cred ca in haosul in care traim, exista un echilibru, legi tacute, pedepse mute si "recompense", cu si fara ghilimele, primim cat dam, nici mai mult nici mai putin,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-8349795658283834431?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/8349795658283834431/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=8349795658283834431' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8349795658283834431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8349795658283834431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/07/niciodata.html' title='Niciodata:)'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TEoRafHsNEI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TZU1n0aF4jY/s72-c/e2ebde3eaf529b51408c18c0a6a8d1be.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-8782319095006251401</id><published>2010-06-27T23:04:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:05:07.398+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dependente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TCe8_WQhM_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/nJFQ70O1cN4/s1600/b1b950c6fc41b2debb3886cb0592d94e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TCe8_WQhM_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/nJFQ70O1cN4/s320/b1b950c6fc41b2debb3886cb0592d94e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487562467466884082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greselile sunt facute pentru a invata din ele. Fiecare din noi trebuie sa fie lasat sa se loveasca, sa cada, sa se ridice cu propriile puteri, iar apoi sa invete din cazaturi. Insa nu stiu cati din noi invata de la prima cazatura. Unora le place sa-si repete greselile, fie ca nu le considera greseli, fie ca le place, fie ca nu constientizeaza. Indiferent de motiv, ne place sa gresim. Pe moment, dupa ne bate realitatea la usa, dam de mustrari, lacrimi, si suferinta celor carora le-am gresit.&lt;br /&gt;In viata toate se platesc, am simtit pe proprie piele... Nu ramane nicio fapta neplatita, mai devreme sau mai tarziu. Nu conteaza de ce ai gresit, nu conteaza nicio scuza, fapta ramane, si trebuie sa platesti...&lt;br /&gt;Dependentele sunt considerate greseli, dauneaza, insa sunt si mai greu de indepartat. Si aici nu vorbim de tigari, alcool, droguri, vorbim de ceva mai profund: dependenta de un om. Nu mama, nu tata, un om pe care il iubesti cu tot sufletul si corpul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orice iubire e un monodeism, voluntar la inceput, patologic pe urma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In momentul cand devii dependenta fie de iubirea ce o simteai pentru cineva, fie dependenta de persoana respectiva, atunci lumea capata o alta culoare, te alegi cu niste ochelari de cal, si privesti doar in fata, doar spre el. Aici e greseala. Cum te dezveti? Renuntand normal. Doar ca asta pare imposibil. Fie iti impui, fie timpul decide. Nu pot spune, ca nu te vei intoarce, ca nu vei vrea sa devi dependent inca o data. E prea posibil, viata isi urmeaza cursul, orice invat are si un dezvat, pana la urma, vei fi liber, vei scapa.&lt;br /&gt;Vei scapa cu ajutorul tau. Vei renunta, te vei intoarce, vei renunta din nou, pana cand vei realiza singur ca iti faci rau, si cel mai probabil le faci rau si celor din jurul tau.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-ti ramane decat sa iti ceri spasit iertare, si sa privesti spre o noua zi. Trecutul nu trebuie sa fie prezent, si n-are ce cauta in viitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mistery. Today is a gift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-8782319095006251401?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/8782319095006251401/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=8782319095006251401' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8782319095006251401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8782319095006251401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/06/dependente.html' title='Dependente'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TCe8_WQhM_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/nJFQ70O1cN4/s72-c/b1b950c6fc41b2debb3886cb0592d94e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-1036173451710553862</id><published>2010-06-22T23:04:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:45:18.698+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The show must go on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TCEbhpxZJWI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fEdaB_fo66c/s1600/Break_Up_by_LuluBerylium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TCEbhpxZJWI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fEdaB_fo66c/s320/Break_Up_by_LuluBerylium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485696086076630370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Am impresia ca nu ne-am vazut de secole... Atat de greu sa fi trecut 3 zile?&lt;br /&gt;- Si o sa treaca si luni si e prea posibil sa nu ma vezi.&lt;br /&gt;- Ma asteptam la un astfel de raspuns. Nici nu ai avea de ce sa iti doresti sa ma vezi, adevarul e ca nu  merita, ani intregi petrecuti impreuna zi de zi. Tocmai de-asta mi se pare o nedreptate timpul petrecut fara sa te vad sau fara sa stiu de tine, m-am obisnuit cu tine, iar acum, singura ma chinui sa ma descurc.&lt;br /&gt;- Tu mereu te descurci.  Nu m-ai lasat sa intru in viata ta, decat cu o limita, nu m-ai lasat sa te ajut, nici macar sa desfaci o sticla de Cola...&lt;br /&gt;- Vezi tu, iubire, mi-ai oferit ajutorul cand nu aveam nevoie de el, si mi-ai dat drumul la mana cand aveam nevoie cel mai mult de tine.&lt;br /&gt;- Acum n-ai?&lt;br /&gt;- Acum n-are rost ce vreau. Esti prea consumat de nervi, si minciuni ca sa iti mai pot cere ceva.&lt;br /&gt;- Imi placea sa-mi spui iubire.&lt;br /&gt;- Am gresit spunandu-ti acum. Ar fi trebuit sa stiu mai bine!&lt;br /&gt;- Eram perfecti impreuna. Eram...&lt;br /&gt;- Si am mai fi fost.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu cred. Totul s-a schimbat. Eu, tu, lumea din jurul nostru, tot striga a schimbare. Vreau sa cred ca este o schimbare in bine, o noua etapa, o noua viata fara tine in ea.&lt;br /&gt;- Nici macar nu mi-ai spus adio si te gandesti la o viata fara mine. Spune-mi, are vreun rost conversatia asta?&lt;br /&gt;- Macar suntem calmi. Macar avem parte de intalniri linistite, ca doi prieteni vechi.&lt;br /&gt;- Prieteni? Ori ma confunzi, ori chiar ai uitat cu cine vorbesti. La noi nu va ramane niciodata "astept invitatia la nunta" sau " casa de piatra". Nu cred ca intelegi faptul ca iubirea mea pentru tine va ramane peste ani, peste probleme, peste tot, va ramane in suflet, acolo unde nimeni nu va putea sa-mi cotrobaie, si indiferent de distanta dintre noi, vei ramane mereu viu, asa cum erai inainte, nu cum esti acum si cu siguranta nu cum vei fi de acum incolo: nu al meu.&lt;br /&gt;- Credeam ca vei accepta o despartire lenta, decat una brusca. Credeam ca iti va fi mai usor o departare lenta, sa ne pierdem in lume incet incet...&lt;br /&gt;- Ai crezut si am crezut prea multe, si am facut prea putine. Noi am fost o greseala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-1036173451710553862?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/1036173451710553862/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=1036173451710553862' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1036173451710553862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1036173451710553862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/06/show-must-go-on.html' title='The show must go on'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TCEbhpxZJWI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fEdaB_fo66c/s72-c/Break_Up_by_LuluBerylium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-4568427177237042207</id><published>2010-06-14T00:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:57:17.390+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Din nou. Iar. Din nou. Iar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TBVUN6Jc-9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/HUYZPKoHAWw/s1600/lonely_by_Cesset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TBVUN6Jc-9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/HUYZPKoHAWw/s320/lonely_by_Cesset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482380719317384146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exista o oarece tendinta de a te gandi la ce va fi, ce-ar fi fost  daca... Si dau de cat mai multe persoane care isi fac planuri cu  nemiluita, desi nici ei nu cred ca se vor indeplini...&lt;br /&gt;Mai ales  intr-o relatie ajungi sa discuti si de cum va arata caruciorul copilului  chiar daca tu ai doar 18 ani si ai multe in fata, alte prioritati,  chiar daca esti atat de idiot incat sa crezi ca vei ramane cu persoana  aia pana la moarte.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru construirea unei relatii iti trebuie timp  si suflet, si  nu cred ca multi poseda cantitatea optima de daruire...&lt;br /&gt;Ne  lasam dusi de iubire(care niciodata nu dureaza mai mult de 2 iluzii).  Pana la urma ramai tot singur... Chiar daca omul tinde spre a-si imparti  "binele" si "raul" cu "a significant other".&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu simti, nu risti  decat sa-ti pierzi timpul... Si daca simti, risti sa-ti pierzi  increderea in tine, respectul de sine, o parte din suflet...&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare despartire te schimba, fara sa vrei. Te face mai nesimtit, te  imbarbateaza... Te face mai imun. Atatea lacrimi, atatea nopti pierdute,  atatea betii, atatea urlete, crize, isterii, atatea ganduri care iti  sfasie si ultima urma de constienta.&lt;br /&gt;Incerci sa te impaci cu gandul ca e temporar. Ca veti fi din nou  impreuna. Asa cum v-ati promis. Impreuna pentru totdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;Si vei cadea... Ai visat prea mult...&lt;br /&gt;Te trezesti singur, te trezesti strigand dupa vocea ce odata iti alina  orice durere... Te trezesti neputand respira, pentru ca nu mai ai pentru  cine. Asta meriti, cand ti-ai fi dat viata pentru cineva care nu ti-o  doreste...&lt;br /&gt;Dar te ridici, te ridici si mai sus. Vei iubi din nou... Vei fi din nou  iubit/a... Iti vei parasi din nou prietenii pentru ea/el. Vei juca prost  din nou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-4568427177237042207?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/4568427177237042207/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=4568427177237042207' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/4568427177237042207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/4568427177237042207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/06/din-nou-iar-din-nou-iar.html' title='Din nou. Iar. Din nou. Iar...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TBVUN6Jc-9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/HUYZPKoHAWw/s72-c/lonely_by_Cesset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-7549667594813863541</id><published>2010-05-26T21:00:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:39:07.934+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The way we were, we are, we will be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TAVhvAGCzkI/AAAAAAAAAbk/K1g0Jjx1XGA/s1600/Fight_CLub15_by_Grinch7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TAVhvAGCzkI/AAAAAAAAAbk/K1g0Jjx1XGA/s320/Fight_CLub15_by_Grinch7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477891981873172034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Te-ai mai gandit la noi?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu-mi pierd timpul cu cauze pierdute...&lt;br /&gt;- Ce iti mai place sa minti, draga mea!&lt;br /&gt;- Am avut profesor bun, cel mai bun chiar... Si nu, nu ma privi asa. Am gresit! Nu am cum sa dau timpul inapoi, si nici nu as fii in stare sa ma spanzur, pentru ca nu consider ca am vreun drept asupra vietii mele...&lt;br /&gt;- Singura diferenta dintre noi era ca eu imi recunosteam greselile, si tu iti strigai nevinovatia pana in panzele albe. Se pare ca eu am avut parte de o educatie de prima clasa.&lt;br /&gt;- Mai pe scurt sunt dracu' gol.&lt;br /&gt;- Cu alte cuvinte esti femeie! Esti un pachetel frumos ambalat de diavol, care din pacate sau nu mi-a aterizat in brate, fara sa cer si fara sa vreau. M-ai atras inocent, si nu mi-a trebuit mult pana sa nu ma tarasc obsedat dupa ochii tai. Esti doar o alta unealta spre pierzanie, as arde in iad, doar ca sa te am o viata langa mine...&lt;br /&gt;- Nici tu nu stii ce vorbesti! N-ai fi miscat niciun deget ca sa ma ai langa tine... Aici nu e vorba de iad sau de rai sau de sentimentele tale, aici e vorba de realitate, o realitate dureroasa, care ne afiseaza ca doi muritori, aflati in extreme si indraznind sa se iubeasca. Aflati langa o prapastie, in care ulterior am cazut. Eu am cazut in pierzanie fara tine, pentru ca nu m-ai prins de mana! Nu ma justific, si desi nu as vrea sa ma judec, stiu ca aveam alte asteptari din partea mea. Se pare ca am ramas acelasi copil, chiar daca au trecut anii...&lt;br /&gt;- Nu te judec!&lt;br /&gt;- N-ai avea dreptul s-o faci, nici macar iertarea nu-ti sta in putere. Esti o simpla marioneta, suntem simple marionete care se joaca de-a papusarii cateodata... Dar fiecare marioneta are o sfoara, fiecare sfoara este trasa de o alta si o alta marioneta. Nu stiu sigur pana unde se ajunge, stiu doar ca totul e o joaca, totul se leaga, nimic nu e intamplator...&lt;br /&gt;- Te iubesc! Te iert si te judec si te iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;- Dar nu uiti...&lt;br /&gt;- Niciodata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-7549667594813863541?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/7549667594813863541/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=7549667594813863541' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7549667594813863541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7549667594813863541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/05/way-we-were-we-are-we-will-be.html' title='The way we were, we are, we will be.'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/TAVhvAGCzkI/AAAAAAAAAbk/K1g0Jjx1XGA/s72-c/Fight_CLub15_by_Grinch7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-7915940068478381686</id><published>2010-05-25T23:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:04:31.896+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Citatul zilei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="t"&gt;Dacă ai o credinţă sau o religie, asta e bine. Dar poţi  supravieţui şi fără ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://autori.citatepedia.ro/de.php?a=Dalai+Lama"&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-7915940068478381686?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/7915940068478381686/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=7915940068478381686' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7915940068478381686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7915940068478381686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/05/citatul-zilei.html' title='Citatul zilei'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-1857166573163468525</id><published>2010-04-22T20:52:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:52:56.735+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Citatul zilei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="t"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Iubirea? Ce-i iubirea? se gândea el. Iubirea stă în  calea morţii. Iubirea este viaţa. Tot, tot ce înţeleg, înţeleg numai  pentru că iubesc. Tot ce există, există pentru că iubesc. Totul e legat  numai de iubire. Iubirea este Dumnezeu şi, când mori, înseamnă că tu, o  particică din iubire, te întorci la izvorul veşnic al tuturor  lucrurilor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://autori.citatepedia.ro/de.php?a=Lev+Tolstoi"&gt;Lev Tolstoi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://surse.citatepedia.ro/din.php?a=Lev+Tolstoi&amp;amp;d=R%E3zboi+%BAi+Pace"&gt;Război  şi Pace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-1857166573163468525?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/1857166573163468525/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=1857166573163468525' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1857166573163468525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1857166573163468525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/04/citatul-zilei_22.html' title='Citatul zilei'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-166280982359873258</id><published>2010-04-18T12:38:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:00:19.045+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Duminica</title><content type='html'>Sunt zile in care chiar nu am nicio dorinta de a ma ridica din pat...  Fara chef, fara pofta, fara nimic, doar aceeasi companie... EU!...&lt;br /&gt;Azi este una din acele zile, de fapt o sa-mi cam trebuiasca cateva luni de inspiratie si chef maxim...&lt;br /&gt;De unde atata chef?...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt bucuroasa ca mi s-a oferit oportunitatea sa-mi transform blogul intr-o carte... Daca stau mai bine sa ma gandesc inca nu-mi vine a crede. Poftim, motivatie! O carte? De bani nici nu mai vorbesc. Nici Coelho n-a primit atatia bani pentru Alchimistul. Cred ca sunt nebuni! Ma simt ca in Sex and the City, oh, dear, Carrie! Desi... Charlotte a fost mereu preferata mea...&lt;br /&gt;Iauite! Trece timpul si eu tot cu mana inerta pe tastatura... Nu stiu ce sa scriu... Nu am nicio idee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cate ori ti se ofera asa ceva intr-o viata?&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;Doar daca ai un noroc chior poate o singura data... Si eu, fraiera, desigur, dau cu piciorul...&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma gandesc... Cui vreau sa i se adreseze cartea? Fetelor, desigur!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, am nevoie de Andreea!&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Super! Nu raspunde...&lt;br /&gt;Ciocolata? NU!&lt;br /&gt;Daca ma duc la o plimbare,, pierd timpul degeaba...&lt;br /&gt;Prefer sa ma strofoc in continuare...&lt;br /&gt;E o zi insorita de duminica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Duminicile n-au fost niciodata febletea lui Rose. Parca se adunau toate in ultima zi a saptamanii... In plus, nu avea ce sa faca. De obicei toata lumea isi face planuri pentru duminica inca din timpul saptamanii, ea nu. Niciodata nu stia ce urmeaza sa faca a doua zi. Prietenele? Cu iubitii. Iubitul?...Ei asta e alta poveste inventata intr-o duminica."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;P.S. Andru' -  "Ti se ofera posibilitatea sa scrii o carte pe multi bani, si nu poti refuza, dar esti in pana de idei, cum o scoti la capat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-166280982359873258?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/166280982359873258/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=166280982359873258' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/166280982359873258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/166280982359873258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/04/duminica.html' title='Duminica'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-7922684553537719257</id><published>2010-04-14T21:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:54:12.554+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Citatul zilei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S8YPTHoHjBI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Ms3su3oL3Ew/s1600/DSCN1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S8YPTHoHjBI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Ms3su3oL3Ew/s320/DSCN1211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460068419372551186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="t"&gt;"La ce ar folosi să trăieşti, dacă n-ai simţi puternic.  Nu-i invidiez pe oamenii care au inima acoperită cu o carapace de  broască ţestoasă sau cu o piele de hipopotam. Fericiţi sunt numai aceia  care suferă de pe urma senzaţiilor lor, care le primesc ca pe nişte  şocuri şi le gustă ca pe nişte bunătăţi. Pentru că trebuie să ne trecem  prin minte toate emoţiile, fericite sau triste, să ne saturăm cu ele, să  ne îmbătăm până la cea mai ascuţită bucurie şi până la desperarea cea  mai dureroasă."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://autori.citatepedia.ro/de.php?a=Guy+de+Maupassant"&gt;Guy de  Maupassant -&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/3307965495846799509-7922684553537719257?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/7922684553537719257/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=7922684553537719257' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7922684553537719257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7922684553537719257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/04/citatul-zilei.html' title='Citatul zilei'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S8YPTHoHjBI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Ms3su3oL3Ew/s72-c/DSCN1211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-6816307378545767447</id><published>2010-04-12T20:51:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:51:49.184+03:00</updated><title type='text'>NU!(cateodata as vrea sa fie DA)</title><content type='html'>Nimeni nu intelege. E ca un cerc vicios, toti zic cate ceva dar ajung la  aceeasi concluzie= care nu-mi convine.&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt mai degraba un  extraterestru care nu vorbeste limba oamenilor. Si incearca, dar fara  rezultat...&lt;br /&gt;Si... Nu-i convine. Tot ce-i ramane este sa se intoarca  de unde a venit. Pana si prietenii nu inteleg. Nu intelegeti... Nu  sunteti niciunul capabil sa intelegeti ca totul e mai intortocheat si  complicat decat v-ati putea imagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self and everybody:  personal post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-6816307378545767447?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/6816307378545767447/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=6816307378545767447' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/6816307378545767447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/6816307378545767447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/04/nucateodata-as-vrea-sa-fie-da.html' title='NU!(cateodata as vrea sa fie DA)'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-5043711889554294912</id><published>2010-04-12T20:44:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:48:07.623+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Copil prost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S8NczxJy0cI/AAAAAAAAAbU/BsohtWnK-j0/s1600/The_cry_by_rrekz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S8NczxJy0cI/AAAAAAAAAbU/BsohtWnK-j0/s320/The_cry_by_rrekz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459309217740673474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Cum te simti atunci cand te indoiesti si de propria umbra? Cand  nu mai sti daca este a ta... Sau a altuia. Cam asa ma simt eu cand vad  ca propriile convingeri sunt zguduite din temelii si cand evidentul imi  sare in ochi si de data asta nu-l mai trec cu vederea. Am fost odata un  copil naiv, acum sunt un copil maturizat, un copil care isi inabuse  lacrimile pentru a parea mai puternic... Un copil care a aflat ca nimic  nu e usor si simplu, nu pentru ca el si-a complicat viata, ci altii...&lt;br /&gt;Un copil care infrunta cel mai mare cosmar, si care vrea sa renunte la  tot pentru o iluzie... Ce copil prost! N-a invatat sa nu alerge dupa  aer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macar... Face ce simte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ideile noastre preconcepute  sunt atat de puternice inradacinate,  incat mintea refuza sa recunoasca detaliul si ochii ii trec cu vederea."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-5043711889554294912?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/5043711889554294912/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=5043711889554294912' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5043711889554294912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5043711889554294912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/04/copil-prost.html' title='Copil prost'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S8NczxJy0cI/AAAAAAAAAbU/BsohtWnK-j0/s72-c/The_cry_by_rrekz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-7395247016387570971</id><published>2010-04-07T15:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:24:19.247+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunta muta</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ANsEBNwy0fE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ANsEBNwy0fE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inca o dovada a unui regim neinteles de crud pe care l-a avut Romania:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-7395247016387570971?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/7395247016387570971/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=7395247016387570971' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7395247016387570971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7395247016387570971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/04/nunta-muta.html' title='Nunta muta'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-895392006827784050</id><published>2010-03-18T19:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:01:52.178+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S6Jqhqmim2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/9cLn6z8-OCM/s1600-h/Bunch_Together_by_Tazogrl08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S6Jqhqmim2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/9cLn6z8-OCM/s320/Bunch_Together_by_Tazogrl08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450035625675889506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru orice plan, dorinta, ajutor ai nevoie si de a doua persoana... Degeaba incercam sa facem de unul singuri, ideea e ca avem nevoie si de cel putin a doua persoana. Pentru unii... E o fiinta suprema, pentru altii o fiinta draga, iar pentru mine... Nu conteaza pana la urma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cert e ca nu putem trai singuri... Eu una am sperat mereu sa ma pot descurca de una singura, sa nu trebuiasca niciodata sa cer ajutor... Dar mi-am dat seama ca indiferent de cat m-as zbate, o data si o data va aparea acel "ajuta-ma"... Ah, si cat doare, parca te si umilesti... (cel putin eu...)&lt;br /&gt;Unii zic ca e vorba de orgoliu, altii zic ca e prostie curata, eu zic... Ambele. Cu multe lucruri pe care le fac nu sunt de acord, dar... Tot le fac...&lt;br /&gt;E in sange. Greseli pe care le faci obligat de propria minte si propriul corp, greseli care ti se par naturale, care chiar sunt naturale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Degeaba ne plangem ca nu multe sunt in regula pe planeta asta. Pai... NU SUNT, Si nu prea vor fi... Asa ca pana la urma ce conteaza inca o cearta in plus cu ai tai? Sau faptul ca mereu faci alegeri carora ulterior trebuie sa le faci fata cu greu? Sau ca te-ai trezit brusc la realitate cu nicio realizare importanta, dar cu multe figuri in cap, de ceea ce ai vrea sa pari dar nu esti? Sau poate ca te-ai pierdut pe drum, nu-ti mai sti calea, poate n-ai stiut-o niciodata, dar viitorul ti se pare din ce in ce mai negru?... Sau poate e doar parerea mea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-895392006827784050?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/895392006827784050/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=895392006827784050' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/895392006827784050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/895392006827784050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/03/poate.html' title='Poate...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S6Jqhqmim2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/9cLn6z8-OCM/s72-c/Bunch_Together_by_Tazogrl08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-1910084277698325976</id><published>2010-03-03T13:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:24:22.039+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Discriminarea vine de la minoritati</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S45U8SMwQuI/AAAAAAAAAa8/THfiG5saAZY/s1600-h/sky_by_ponter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S45U8SMwQuI/AAAAAAAAAa8/THfiG5saAZY/s320/sky_by_ponter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444382394191725282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ultima teorie a unui adolescent lipsit de ocupatie sau cu prea multa: "Discriminarea vine de la minoritati". Sincer, n-am idee daca s-a mai spus sau  nu asta, dar e concluzia la care eu am ajuns.&lt;br /&gt;Un grup mic, e mai capabil sa se detaseze de masa decat intreaga masa de un grup mic. Aici nu merge "unde-s doi puterea creste", ci cu cat mai putini cu atat mai bine, ajungandu-se la un club exclusivist.&lt;br /&gt;Nu masa este cea care ii tine departe pe cei diferiti. De ce? Pentru ca majoritatea cuprinde o scara larga de populatie, care mai de care, cu idei diferite,cu conceptii diferite, dar se numesc majoritate pentru ca au cateva trasaturi in comun. Minoritatea insa tinde spre uniformizarea parerilor, conceptiilor, scopurilor. Cu alte cuvinte, intr-o minoritate domneste comunismul.&lt;br /&gt;Majoritatii ii e mai usor sa accepte minoritatea. Invers nu merge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar, cum a afirmat Samuel Huntington ca pastrarea diversitatii este cheia viabilitatii planetei.&lt;br /&gt;As adauga, ca de asemenea intre acceptare, toleranta si "aderare" nu exista semnul egalitatii. Ca pana la urma toti suntem oameni, si suntem diferiti intr-o masura mai mare sau mai mica. Nu conteaza daca suntem femei sau barbati, republicani sau democrati, catolici sau musulmani, albi sau negri. Toti avem dreptul la viata, la iubire... Nimic nu ar trebui sa stea intre noi, indiferent de lumile in care am trait. Respiram acelasi aer, impartim acelasi cer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-1910084277698325976?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/1910084277698325976/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=1910084277698325976' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1910084277698325976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1910084277698325976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/03/discriminarea-vine-de-la-minoritati.html' title='Discriminarea vine de la minoritati'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S45U8SMwQuI/AAAAAAAAAa8/THfiG5saAZY/s72-c/sky_by_ponter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-5700885051887203803</id><published>2010-02-27T09:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T09:34:43.605+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The invention of lying</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oc79ho-PzeE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oc79ho-PzeE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incepusem sa vad filmul acum cateva luni, insa umorul britanic de data asta m-a lasat rece si am abandonat vizionarea dupa 20 de minute. Aseara, insa, din motive personale, m-am decis sa-l revad.&lt;br /&gt;Filmul ne prezinta o lume care nu stia sa minta, ba chiar se spunea absolut tot ce le trecea prin cap. Pana cand, eroul nostru, Mark Bellison, un scenarist concediat, isi minte mama,pe pe patul de moarte, ca se va duce intr-un loc calm,linistit, frumos in loc de locul gol in care credea. Totul se complica, atunci cand Mark realizeaza ca nu doar mama sa a ascultat inventiile lui, ci si cateva asistente. Vestea circula repede, afland pana si femeia iubita de Mark, Anna, pe care nu reusise s-o cucereasca atat datorita aspectului cat si datorita banilor...Lipsa. Astfel, Mark devine un adevarat profet si in curand se si imbogateste. Anna ce parere va avea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu e cine stie ce. Insa... In esenta, chiar e magnific. Omul a inceput sa minta din frica, pentru binele altora, apoi cand a vazut ca "ii merge treaba" a inceput sa minta pentru el, pentru binele sau.  Azi, toti mintim pentru noi, din placere, sa ne ascundem, nu conteaza.&lt;br /&gt;Putem sa fim uneori niste javre, putem sa fim ai dracu de rai, si sa ne placa, ba chiar sa nu ne para rau... Cine a crezut vreodata ca exista persoana aia care n-o sa te faca niciodata sa plangi, se inseala, e de fapt doar o parere personala... N-are rost sa ai incredere in nimeni, ti se va dovedi inca o data ca esti ultimul fraier pentru ca ai crezut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-5700885051887203803?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/5700885051887203803/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=5700885051887203803' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5700885051887203803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5700885051887203803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/02/invention-of-lying.html' title='The invention of lying'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-8815331155782980514</id><published>2010-02-25T20:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:08:35.647+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And though you broke my heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nS_TtSpNHsU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nS_TtSpNHsU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything I thought you never were&lt;br /&gt;And nothing like I thought you could’ve been&lt;br /&gt;But still you live inside of me&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one I wish I could forget&lt;br /&gt;The only one I’d love to not forgive&lt;br /&gt;And though you break my heart, you’re the only one&lt;br /&gt;And though there are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t erase&lt;br /&gt;The times that you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And put tears on my face&lt;br /&gt;And even now while I hate you&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to say&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna take a breath with out you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to love you in no kind of way no no&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl...No...No&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;I’m no broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I feel I need to say&lt;br /&gt;But up to now I’ve always been afraid&lt;br /&gt;That you would never come around&lt;br /&gt;And still I want to put this out&lt;br /&gt;You say you’ve got the most respect for me&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I feel you’re not deserving me&lt;br /&gt;And still you’re in my heart&lt;br /&gt;But you’re the only one and yes&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t complain&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve been afraid that you would've walk away&lt;br /&gt;Oh but now I don’t hate you&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy to say&lt;br /&gt;That I will be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna take a breath with out you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to love you in no kind of way no no&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna play the broken-hearted girl...No…No&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-8815331155782980514?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/8815331155782980514/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=8815331155782980514' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8815331155782980514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8815331155782980514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-though-you-broke-my-heart.html' title='And though you broke my heart...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-209738353234416584</id><published>2010-02-23T20:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:11:27.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma complica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S4QoWlVS9PI/AAAAAAAAAa0/MfM18PTqQXQ/s1600-h/tear_by_melpomene6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S4QoWlVS9PI/AAAAAAAAAa0/MfM18PTqQXQ/s320/tear_by_melpomene6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441518618214069490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumea vorbeste mult si prost. (Nicio noutate).&lt;br /&gt;Mai oribil e cand afirma aiureli cu pretextul ca iti vor binele, si ca stiu ce e mai bine pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;De aici se incepe. De la simple afirmari la ordine si interziceri... Ca sa vezi. Si te mai miri de ce fug oamenii(copii:D) de acasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E greu cand se intampla ceva ce nu-ti convine si nici nu te obosesti sa accepti. E greu cand esti inchis la bibilica si nu esti in stare sa judeci just. Greu, domne, greu!&lt;br /&gt;Daca esti prost esti prost, chiar nu ai ce sa-i faci unui prost, dar cand stii ca il duce capu', dar nu vrea, atunci e grav...&lt;br /&gt;Se pare ca nimic nu e asa simplu, ma complica altii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-209738353234416584?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/209738353234416584/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=209738353234416584' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/209738353234416584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/209738353234416584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/02/ma-complica.html' title='Ma complica'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S4QoWlVS9PI/AAAAAAAAAa0/MfM18PTqQXQ/s72-c/tear_by_melpomene6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-8747292413656277084</id><published>2010-02-23T19:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:32:04.076+03:00</updated><title type='text'>NU!(cateodata as vrea sa fie DA)</title><content type='html'>Nimeni nu intelege. E ca un cerc vicios, toti zic cate ceva dar ajung la aceeasi concluzie= care nu-mi convine.&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt mai degraba un extraterestru care nu vorbeste limba oamenilor. Si incearca, dar fara rezultat...&lt;br /&gt;Si... Nu-i convine. Tot ce-i ramane este sa se intoarca de unde a venit. Pana si prietenii nu inteleg. Nu intelegeti... Nu sunteti niciunul capabil sa intelegeti ca totul e mai intortocheat si complicat decat v-ati putea imagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self and everybody: personal post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-8747292413656277084?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/8747292413656277084/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=8747292413656277084' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8747292413656277084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8747292413656277084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/02/nucateodata-as-vrea-sa-fie-da.html' title='NU!(cateodata as vrea sa fie DA)'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-5085898731404581065</id><published>2010-02-22T20:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:39:27.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>- Stii, ce ne lipseste?&lt;br /&gt;- Noua sau tie?&lt;br /&gt;- Ahmm...&lt;br /&gt;- Deci tie,  ce iti lipseste?&lt;br /&gt;- Siguranta!&lt;br /&gt;- Zilei de maine?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu rade de  mine... Stiam eu ca o sa fi ironic si de data asta...&lt;br /&gt;- Sincer,  exista atatia oameni pe pamant care n-au siguranta secundei urmatoare...  Iar tu, care le ai pe toate, te complaci sa te simti nesigura pe ce  pereche de pantofi sa-ti cumperi.&lt;br /&gt;- Toti avem nesiguranta secundei  urmatoare... Daca iti cade ceva in cap in momentul asta?&lt;br /&gt;- Stiu ca  ti-ai dorii... Dar sa nu exageram. Daca iti iei masurile de precautie,  macar mori incercand sa nu mori, daca ma intelegi...&lt;br /&gt;- Deci  nesiguranta apare cand nu iti iei toate masurile de precautie...&lt;br /&gt;-  Da, nu ti se pare logic? Cel putin asa lucreaza psihologia umana, daca  iti iei cateva masuri de precautie, esti mai sigur...&lt;br /&gt;- Dar mereu  exista un risc.&lt;br /&gt;- Absolut!&lt;br /&gt;- Nu e absolut nimic sigur pe lumea  asta?&lt;br /&gt;- Ba da, ca o sa mori la un moment dat.&lt;br /&gt;- Ce noutate... Ar  cam trebui sa ma obisnuiesc cu ideea. Pana la urma de ce sa ma bat cu  morile de vant, cand totul se termina pana la urma?&lt;br /&gt;- N-ai prins  esentialul. O viata ai... O traiesti gandindu-te la moarte?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu...  Dar sfarsitul asta... Te indeamna sa nu mai lupti... Deloc, adica pana  la urma tot ce construiesti se duce de rapa.. Dispare, cel putin tu  dispari 100%. Asta daca nu cumva vorbim de  pila lui karpen...&lt;br /&gt;- Eh,  raspunsul la intrebarea "de ce mai traiesc", il vei gasii singura.&lt;br /&gt;- Dar...?&lt;br /&gt;- Uite, sunt o multitudine de raspunsuri. Conteaza ce simti tu, ce crezi tu, care din ele te caracterizeaza. Unii zic ca o singura viata iti e data si ar trebui sa profiti cat mai mult, sa te bucuri, sa lasi ceva in urma ta. Altii, spun ca viata asta te pregateste pentru o alta vesnica... Ca viata asta ti-a fost data pentru a fi repartizat dupa in una din cele doua tabere, stii tu. Ceva de genu daca esti cuminte te duci la cei buni, daca esti nazdravan te duci la cei rai. Ca povestea cu Mos Craciun, daca esti cuminte primesti cadou, daca nu esti, te lingi pe bot si plangi in ajunu Craciunului. Altii spun, ca ai 6 7 8 9 vieti(nu stiu sigur), insa nu neaparat esti om de fiecare data. Adica mai pe scurt poti ajunge de la o ciuperca, la un tantar sau la o balena.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu m-ai convins...&lt;br /&gt;- Exact! Faci doar ce crezi, ce consideri mai bine pentru tine... Te poti pregati, fie invatand cum sa intoxici oamenii, sa-i intepi sau sa-i inghiti, fie dedicandu-ti viata facand bine ca sa fi apoi rasplatit, fie sa faci ce vrei, in limitele tale, fix asa cum iti doresti tu. Cel putin la astea m-am gandit eu... Poate tu vei gasi alte raspunsuri... Sincer, in lumea asta, nu intrebarile sunt problema, ci raspunsurile. Prea multe intrebari fara raspuns. Si culmea, niciunul dintre raspunsuri nu ne satisfac. Dar nu-i nimic, pentru asta avem imaginatie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-5085898731404581065?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/5085898731404581065/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=5085898731404581065' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5085898731404581065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5085898731404581065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_22.html' title='?'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-2056154714135707574</id><published>2010-02-18T19:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:25:24.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri de februarie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S313_9RLt7I/AAAAAAAAAas/GrlP2X7dkn0/s1600-h/Moscow_New_Arbat_by_inObrAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S313_9RLt7I/AAAAAAAAAas/GrlP2X7dkn0/s320/Moscow_New_Arbat_by_inObrAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439635865595525042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         "Nu vreau să cred că suferinţele sanctifică şi că înfrângerile sunt necesare. De ce ar trebui să ne apropiem de adevăr numai plini de răni? De ce ar trebui să fim sfâşiaţi de un vultur ca să avem curaj? Oare fericirea nu e aptă să ne înveţe ceea ce ne învaţă suferinţa? Nu există un drum spre artă şi spre noi înşine care să nu treacă prin infern? Nu poate ajunge la cer cine n-a străbătut pământul şi iadul, scria Goethe. Dar îl putem cita liniştiţi? Trebuie să ne temem de fericire, dacă vrem să atingem înălţimile din noi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Octavian Paler -= Scrisori imaginare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E un adevarat chin sa stii ca s-a dus tot ce odata te facea sa zambesti.&lt;br /&gt;Insa e o adevarata revelatie atunci cand deschizi ochii si privesti fericirea chiar langa tine. Ai fost orb si n-ai vazut-o. Ai fost prost si mereu ai trecut pe langa ea.&lt;br /&gt;Tragedie e si cand alegi drumul cel mai greu pentru fericirea absoluta. Nu multi reusesc, de aceea e mai usor sa spui ca nu exista. De ce sa incerci cand poti sa abandonezi?&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni n-a spus ca viata e simpla. Poate la un anumit moment era. Iubire absoluta,obedienta si viata fara lipsuri, insa tot noi ne-am complicat.&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca in fiecare dintre noi zace un sfant, doar ca avem grija sa-l omoram cu fiecare gand jalnic care ne trece prin cap.&lt;br /&gt;Ma repet, noi complicam totul... Si daca nu noi, cu siguranta cei de dinaintea noastra au avut grija sa complice totul.&lt;br /&gt;M-am conformat. Nu voi avea niciodata TOT. Al naiba el de cost de oportunitate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-2056154714135707574?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/2056154714135707574/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=2056154714135707574' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/2056154714135707574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/2056154714135707574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/02/ganduri-de-februarie.html' title='Ganduri de februarie'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S313_9RLt7I/AAAAAAAAAas/GrlP2X7dkn0/s72-c/Moscow_New_Arbat_by_inObrAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-546614372988812023</id><published>2010-02-16T20:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:44:27.735+02:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S3rngjZbnCI/AAAAAAAAAak/errUU4NjMf8/s1600-h/sissi-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S3rngjZbnCI/AAAAAAAAAak/errUU4NjMf8/s320/sissi-18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438914046447033378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuia sa se ajunga si aici.&lt;br /&gt;Singurul moment de care imi era frica... E prea devreme...&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ce sa fac, nu pot reactiona.&lt;br /&gt;Parca toate s-au incapatanat sa curga alert, si de data asta, going with "the flow" n-o sa ma ajute...&lt;br /&gt;Se zice ca de ceea ce iti e frica nu scapi. N-am scapat. N-am putut.&lt;br /&gt;This is the beginning of the end. This is the end of one part in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu incotro, stiu doar ca trebuie tot inainte, niciodata inapoi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-546614372988812023?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/546614372988812023/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=546614372988812023' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/546614372988812023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/546614372988812023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_16.html' title='....'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S3rngjZbnCI/AAAAAAAAAak/errUU4NjMf8/s72-c/sissi-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-8770987849291248059</id><published>2010-02-13T23:13:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:43:35.339+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S3cq0EyFJpI/AAAAAAAAAac/pgSMEJtAw5Q/s1600-h/Looking_up_the_sky_by_Dr4kon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S3cq0EyFJpI/AAAAAAAAAac/pgSMEJtAw5Q/s320/Looking_up_the_sky_by_Dr4kon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437862149198522002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand esti pus sa alegi intre un lucru vechi... Si altul nou... Ce alegi?&lt;br /&gt;Cel vechi? Cel pe care il cunosti ca pe apa? Cel cu care esti obisnuit, care nu-ti ofera surprize neplacute, dar a devenit oarecum banal? Cel de care esti sigur 100%?&lt;br /&gt;Sau...&lt;br /&gt;Cel nou? Neatins, necunoscut, misterios,proaspat?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal, fie din comoditate sau nu, raman la ce e vechi. Prefer stabilitate decat nisipuri miscatoare.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt destule lucruri care nu-mi dau pace. De aceea scad la maxim riscurile de a da-o in bara.&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate, mereu suntem predispusi la greseli, poate ca asta e in firea noastra, sa nu facem ce e bine sau ce trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;Acum mai mult ca niciodata viitorul e in ceata, si in loc sa zaresc o luminita, un semn, o simt cum se inteteste. Stiu ca urmeaza 3 4 decizii care pot schimba tot cursul vietii, stiu ca nu mai e teren sigur, iar pasii mei nu-si mai permit sa fie naivi si necunoscatori. Se presupune ca am invatat, ca stiu sa am grija de mine, si ca pot face alegerile care sunt cele mai bune pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar oare nu alunec in vals dupa o naluca? Oare imi risc ce am construit pentru o iluzie?&lt;br /&gt;Daca in cele din urma, nu vor fi toate bune si frumoase, si in loc sa ma ridic ma afund mai mult in noroi?&lt;br /&gt;Raspunsul final? Nu stiu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-8770987849291248059?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/8770987849291248059/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=8770987849291248059' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8770987849291248059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8770987849291248059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S3cq0EyFJpI/AAAAAAAAAac/pgSMEJtAw5Q/s72-c/Looking_up_the_sky_by_Dr4kon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-2859752046289802507</id><published>2010-02-10T19:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:21:33.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Not mine, but still beautiful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;By Agnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa definesti dragostea nu-i tocmai la indemana, cuvintele pot parea de-a dreptul caraghioase si nu arareori pufnim cand auzim cum isi rostesc unii iubirea ( puf - Ange nu ma injura- , iub, pui,pisoi,iubuletz.. :X )mai ceva ca pe un poem de liceean amorezat..&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea nu are simtul masurii, este egoista si fara mila, si te face sa crezi ca nu ai nicio sansa sa o poti struni sau controla incotro se duce..&lt;br /&gt;Oricat te-ai inalta pe varfuri s-o vezi cum vine din multime , ti se arata sireata atunci cand te astepti mai putin..&lt;br /&gt;E mai presus de orice sentiment trait vreodata , absoarbe in ea toate senzatiile si le amesteca nuantele cu o pofta nebuna de culoare..ca o tornada care vine pe neasteptate ..te ia pe sus si iti clatina absolut tot ce credeai ca stapanesti sau ca stii..&lt;br /&gt;Indragostitii din toate timpurile au incercat sa ii combine esentele si sa o inteleaga sperand sa ii gaseasca elixirul permanentei acesteia...exemplele le stim cu totii...Tristan si Isolda..Romeo si Julieta...acestia au experimentat ceea ce se poate numi dragostea care iti tulbura toate simtirile ...i-a lovit precum un tsunami si nu au putut sa o stapaneasca ...fiind nevoiti sa treaca in nefiinta pentru a o explora in strafundurile ei...aceasta sa fie dragostea?oare nu poate fi ea controlata de catre cei pe care ii loveste pe nesimtite?&lt;br /&gt;Odata ce te-a prins, ratiunea este trimisa undeva intr-un loc intunecat de unde nu isi mai face simtita prezenta si lasa sentimentele sa se infiripeze in voie..&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca inauntrul nostru exista ceva care ne spune daca o persoana este potrivita sau nu ...momentul in care intram pe caile dragostei aceste lucruri nu mai conteaza ..simti ca zbori,te lasi imbatata de aceste sentimente...si dintr-o data te trezesti ca proiectezi planuri pentru viitor din care sa iesi cel mai bine si in care te vezi fericita alaturi de el..&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea se simte in diferite feluri ..&lt;br /&gt;Pentru mine sunt la fel de importante aproape toate momentele..&lt;br /&gt;atunci cand ne plimbam si vreau sa il tin de mana...sa ii simt pulsul...efectiv sa simt contactul cu pielea lui..sa ii ascult inima batand..sa incerc sa ma sincronizez cu mersul lui...de fapt cu tot ceea ce il defineste..&lt;br /&gt;La fel de bine ma simt atunci cand pe ultima suta de metri stand in masina nu imi vine sa mai plec si sper sa reusesc sa ii mai smulg cateva sarutari, iar el se limiteaza la pupicuri...si putem sa ne petrecem asa ore intregi fara sa ne plictisim..cel putin eu...pentru ca imi este de ajuns sa ii intalnesc privirea , sa il simt langa mine...&lt;br /&gt;Mai greu imi este atunci cand suntem in oras...atunci se ciocnesc o serie de sentimente...sunt invidioasa pe altii care nu se jeneaza sa isi manifeste dragostea in public...sunt geloasa pe toate fetele care sunt in jurul nostru si indraznesc macar sa ridice privirea la el....sunt suparata pentru ca atunci nu mai este numai al meu si nu pot sa ii arat cat de mult il iubesc de teama sa nu fiu judecata..&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai frumos este cand reusim, chiar daca este ceva ce se intampla mai rar,sa plecam departe...sa putem sa ne desfasuram in voia noastra..atunci cand totul este al nostru si eu simt ca este numai al meu...atunci cand in cursul noptii pot sa ma trezesc si sa ii simt respiratia in ceafa, si pot sa imi manifest sentimentele materne sa il acopar sa nu ii fie frig...sa pot sa contemplez asupra lui minute in sir si sa ma bucur de linistea pe care o are in somn ca un copil...&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca asta este iubirea adevarata...atunci cand celalalt te urmeaza deplin in nebunia ta...si da iub stiu ca uneori este foarte greu sa imi suporti toate isoanele...dar asa cum sunt eu te iubesc in intregime...si stiu ca nu o sa mai intalnesc pe cineva ca tine prea curand...&lt;br /&gt;I love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-2859752046289802507?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/2859752046289802507/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=2859752046289802507' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/2859752046289802507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/2859752046289802507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-mine-but-still-beautiful.html' title='Not mine, but still beautiful!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-1423243002063059889</id><published>2010-02-07T18:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:14:53.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No words</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BBsF7VIQyo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BBsF7VIQyo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never needed you to be strong&lt;br /&gt;I never needed you for pointing out my wrongs&lt;br /&gt;I never needed pain, I never needed strain&lt;br /&gt;My love for you was strong enough, you should have known&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;I never needed you for judgements&lt;br /&gt;I never needed you to question what I spent&lt;br /&gt;I never asked for help, I take care of myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you think you gotta hold on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a little late for conversations&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything for you to say&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes hurt, hands shiver.&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;I never needed your corrections&lt;br /&gt;On everything from how I act to what I say&lt;br /&gt;I never needed words, I never needed hurt&lt;br /&gt;I never needed you to be there every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai mult de atat n-am ce zice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-1423243002063059889?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/1423243002063059889/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=1423243002063059889' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1423243002063059889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1423243002063059889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-words.html' title='No words'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-8011028222110185589</id><published>2010-02-05T21:42:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:05:31.555+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pf...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S2yADAVk9wI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mmL9YbljNVE/s1600-h/6daa4bba073045f2738a716f5e0e6b2e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S2yADAVk9wI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mmL9YbljNVE/s320/6daa4bba073045f2738a716f5e0e6b2e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434859639447811842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-am suportat toata viata mea persoanele care nu sunt in stare sa spuna adevarul in fata. Care nu stiu sa-ti zica "nu te suport", " nu sunt de acord cu ce spui" decat persoanelor apropiate, prieteniilor, dar pe altii prefera sa-i pupe-n cur de dragul de a mentine "relatiile". Nu suport persoanele care se dau pe langa altii doar de dragul de a scoate cat mai multe "secrete". Nu va suport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu ce va incalzeste ca sunteti ultimii prefacuti? Cu ce va incalzeste ca beneficiati de increderea altora pentru a o calca in picioare si a da veste in tot orasul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai grija, s-ar putea sa cazi in propria plasa. S-ar putea sa afli minciuni si sa le raspandesti degeaba...&lt;br /&gt;De ce atata vorbarie? Ce e atat de placut in barfa asta de 2 lei? Te simti mai fericit seara la culcare? Mai implinit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La un moment dat o sa-ti vina scarba de cate stii... Pardon, de cate minciuni sti. La un moment dat o sa vrei sa iti versi si matele ca sa-ti dispara grozaviile pe care le sti. Dar, stai linistit/a, n-o sa reusesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punctul culminant va fi cand se va afla cine dadea din casa.&lt;br /&gt;Deznodamantul? Iti vor curge si tie secretele... Sau... Se vor inventa povesti. Mai pe scurt, se va intoarce roata.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiai ca raul este rasplatit cu rau? Nu stiai ca toate se intorc? Ca nimic nu ramane neplatit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-8011028222110185589?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/8011028222110185589/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=8011028222110185589' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8011028222110185589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8011028222110185589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/02/pf.html' title='Pf...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S2yADAVk9wI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mmL9YbljNVE/s72-c/6daa4bba073045f2738a716f5e0e6b2e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-1313927288321538264</id><published>2010-02-02T11:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:10:17.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mereu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S2fr8NzUdqI/AAAAAAAAAaM/XgM2PgKYC4M/s1600-h/Fashion_by_divino07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S2fr8NzUdqI/AAAAAAAAAaM/XgM2PgKYC4M/s400/Fashion_by_divino07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433570895175382690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zambete, noapte, fericire, incredere, juraminte, perfect, unic,  diferit, complet, sinceritate, daruire, toamna,fara limite, 3, un nou  inceput,mereu, pentru totdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verde, roz, lacrimi  innecate, D la patrat, renuntare, C, nu uitam, mereu, Bucuresti, cafea,  ajutor, Sangria,cel mai tare rev, shopping magic,If Only, blog, banca a 2-a de la perete,imi pare rau,what's mine is  yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repede trece timpul! Mi-ar fi placut sa-i dau  un Pause,si sa ma bucur de secunda asta, ca imi zboara printre degete,  prea prea prea usor... Insa, ce e menit sa dureze, va dura, indiferent  daca trece timpul, indiferent de distanta, indiferent de bariere, ce e  pentru tine, va fi mereu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt inca aici, si voi fi mereu... Nu plec, nu renunt, nu ma mai dau la o parte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-1313927288321538264?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/1313927288321538264/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=1313927288321538264' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1313927288321538264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1313927288321538264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/02/mereu.html' title='Mereu'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S2fr8NzUdqI/AAAAAAAAAaM/XgM2PgKYC4M/s72-c/Fashion_by_divino07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-3633301356277669407</id><published>2010-01-30T01:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T02:11:03.430+02:00</updated><title type='text'>eh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S2N5EWdcFMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/CLkn7521JL4/s1600-h/Imag000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S2N5EWdcFMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/CLkn7521JL4/s400/Imag000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432318691194442946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu... Nu ma apuc nici eu sa insir o serie de frustrari de dragul de a replica. Am incercat si nu mi-a reusit sa tin de sansa aia. Prin simplul fapt ca nu am spus tot, a insemnat ca am mintit.&lt;br /&gt;Dezamagirea a venit si din partea ta cand n-ai ascultat si n-ai crezut.&lt;br /&gt;N-am pus punct, si nu mi-am bagat picioarele, doar m-am dat la o parte. Vroiai sa fi prietena cu multi, vroiai sa aibe foarte multi incredere in tine... M-ai pierdut  pe mine(suna dramatic pierdut dar la ora asta alt verb nu gasesc), nu ti se pare un adevarat cost de oportunitate?&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma priveste pe mine sa fac alegeri in locul tau sau sa pretind ca stiu ce e mai bine decat tine.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu. Si nu ma mai bag...&lt;br /&gt;Si stii... Spre deosebire de tine, EL m-a crezut, cand prietena mea de aproape 2 ani nu m-a crezut, a crezut UN STRAIN!...&lt;br /&gt;E randul meu sa-ti multumesc. Si da... Si pe mine m-a durut, si pe tine te-a durut, acum nu mai e nimic de facut sau daca e, nu stiu care din noi va face ceva.&lt;br /&gt;In tine am avut cea mai mare incredere, si nimeni nu stie cat sti tu. NIMENI.&lt;br /&gt;Am avut, cat timp am avut, cea mai frumoasa prietenie a mea de pana acum...&lt;br /&gt;Si sincer, nu o sa mai am asa ceva... Pentru ca nu mai vreau si nici nu mai pot.&lt;br /&gt;Ai exagerat insa cand ai zis ca am uitat sa petrec timpul si cu prietenele. Gresit! Am. Si o sa am mereu. Am sau cel putin aveam cand era vorba de tine, de restul nu, ti-am zis ca nu mai dau 2 lei pe restu...&lt;br /&gt;Nu cer nimic, simteam ca trebuia sa dau o replica. Nu ma mai astept la nimic. Nu vreau nimic in schimb. Vreau eu totusi sa-ti multumesc pentru clipele alea petrecute impreuna... Cand plangeam eu la If Only si tu erai pe jumate adormita... Cand sforaiai de rev, cand ne-am imbatat si mi-ai pierdut cercelu cu zar, cand faceam probleme la economie, cand mi-ai scris in jurnal(mai stii ce ai scris?), cand ai adormit dupa ziua lu' R cu muzica in telefon si cu jurnalul meu in mana si te-am invelit cu plapuma de iarna desi era vara, cand ai mancat tiramisu si copane facute de mine, cand am plans impreuna, cand vorbeam la telefon, sau cand vorbeam continuu pe mess.&lt;br /&gt;N-o sa uit nimic, si as mai fi scris... Imi pare rau, dar timpul inapoi nu-l pot da... Nu mi-as fi dorit niciun moment sa te pierd, dar aveam nevoie sa ma desprind ca sa-mi revin din soc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inca o data iti multumesc sincer pentru tot. Si... Sper sa iti tii prietenii aproape pe astia pe care ii ai si pe cei pe care ii vei avea... Pentru ca stiu ca iti sunt foarte importanti si tu spre deosebire de mine, te sufoci fara ei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-3633301356277669407?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/3633301356277669407/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=3633301356277669407' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3633301356277669407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3633301356277669407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh.html' title='eh...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S2N5EWdcFMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/CLkn7521JL4/s72-c/Imag000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-5061748102374822280</id><published>2010-01-28T22:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:33:20.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu.Nu.Nu</title><content type='html'>E o poveste simpla, fara prea multe complicatii. Iubire, minciuni, imbarligaturi, tradari, zambete, lacrimi, fericire, ura, un amalgan de sentimente si fapte pe care oricine le da piept... Ce ne diferentiaza este felul cum ne descurcam sa depasim momentu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Povestea de azi, nu mai e naiva ca toate celalalte... N-o mai povesteste un copil. I s-a impregnat un alt parfum, un parfum ce persista de ceva vreme, si nu dispare odata cu vantul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu-si considera povestea una speciala, una dramatica si nici nu pretinde vreun strop de mila.  Insa, a invatat multe, n-a pierdut nimic, n-a castigat nimic, doar a invatat...&lt;br /&gt;Considera ca mereu lucrurile care iti apartin gasesc o poteca spre tine.&lt;br /&gt;Stie ca prietenii exista, stie ca se castiga greu, insa cateva cuvinte pot omori si cea mai stransa prietenie...&lt;br /&gt;A aflat ca... Lumea e rea cu sau fara motiv.&lt;br /&gt;Crede ca exista un singur suflet pereche. Ca o singura data in viata iubesti cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Povestea ei continua, cu sau fara dragoste, prietenie, familie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mct2-ElrXbE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mct2-ElrXbE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Povestea ei nu se termina aici.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-5061748102374822280?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/5061748102374822280/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=5061748102374822280' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5061748102374822280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5061748102374822280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/01/nununu.html' title='Nu.Nu.Nu'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-9184865179418965004</id><published>2010-01-25T20:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:20:05.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:x</title><content type='html'>Cam nu mai dau 2 lei pe parerea nimanui...&lt;br /&gt;Nu prea imi mai pare rau de ce spun si ce fac!&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma mai intereseaza... N-ai cu cine... Si ma doare oarecum... Dar s-a creat o prapastie prea adanca pentru a mai incerca sa cad... Pentru ca nu ma prinde nimeni... Si de data asta numai risc, ca sa nu ma mai obosesc sa ma ridic, pentru ceva ce a devenit neinsemnat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta e adevarul... Ne stricam, ne-am stricat, s-a stricat, nu pot sa lupt cu ei, de fapt nu vreau...&lt;br /&gt;N-o sa dureze mult si se va ivi si veriga slaba... Ati uitat oare? Ce incepe prost e destinat esecului?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii sunt de cacat, toti iti vor demonstra asta o data si o data... :)&lt;br /&gt;Mult noroc, si la revedere!:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-9184865179418965004?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/9184865179418965004/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=9184865179418965004' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/9184865179418965004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/9184865179418965004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/01/x.html' title=':x'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-3473350340799838017</id><published>2010-01-20T19:15:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:57:06.401+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S1dRx1M8R2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/UdrjoRpO6GU/s1600-h/ei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S1dRx1M8R2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/UdrjoRpO6GU/s320/ei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428897792355223394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prietenii adevarati cu siguranta NU exista...  Nu prea credeam eu de fel ca exista, insa aveam un strop de speranta... S-a uscat insa. Spre binele meu pana la urma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumea e rea, si  e foarte putin probabil, aproape imposibil sa gasesti pe cineva care sa nu aibe intentii rele in ceea ce te priveste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti sti niciodata de unde sare iepurele. Si pentru asta am decis sa nu fiu precauta, ci sa nu mai cred in nimeni,  e inutil, si ma complic singura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana una alta, incerc sa repar ce e stricat... De bine de rau, voi reusii... Iar apoi "sarutul dulce al razbunarii..." De data asta n-o sa uit si cu siguranta nu voi ierta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplu... Poate ca aveam nevoie de o trezire brusca la realitate, chiar daca mi s-a parut mai degraba o palma grea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc inca o data pentru increderea acordata. Pe viitor nu stiu ce se va intampla, chiar nu stiu... Eu, tu , drumuri diferite sau poate nu...  Ca o ultima promisiune pentru ce am avut aman2: kiss and tell = 0.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-3473350340799838017?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/3473350340799838017/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=3473350340799838017' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3473350340799838017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3473350340799838017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/01/zero.html' title='Zero'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S1dRx1M8R2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/UdrjoRpO6GU/s72-c/ei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-8669921891191717047</id><published>2010-01-19T19:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:06:51.955+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Toti si toate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S1X0q17gUII/AAAAAAAAAZU/hgCpPhdJ6k8/s1600-h/My_Happy_Place_by_mrcool256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S1X0q17gUII/AAAAAAAAAZU/hgCpPhdJ6k8/s320/My_Happy_Place_by_mrcool256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428513942733344898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Toate fericirile se sprijina pe iluzii. Adevarul nu face altceva decat sa sfasie valul cu care se acopera ochii ce nu vor sa vada realitatea." - Scrisoare de dragoste - Mihail Drumes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si la mine, minciuna a atentat la fericirea mea, a alterato pret de cateva clipe, dar intr-un sfarsit, ramane ceea ce conteaza pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca greselile nu sunt bune, mai ales daca sunt repetate... Dar daca percepem gresit situatia, si tocmai pentru ca am mai gresit odata ne e frica sa nu repetam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atata timp cat sunt fericita, greselile nu vor exista. Nu-mi mai e frica, nu mai dau inapoi, gata cu pesimismul, gata cu lacrimile! Nu mai vreau! Si orice ar fi... Stiu ca ma am pe mine. De bine de rau, de mine voi da in fiecare dimineata, mie imi voi face rau sau bine, suna egoist dar... Mereu voi conta eu pentru mine... Pentru ca... Oamenii vin si pleaca, tu insa te ai pe tine, si te vei avea pana la ultima suflare si poate si dincolo de asta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ce sa plangi cand poti sa razi? Pentru ce sa cazi, cand poti sa te agati? De ce sa intorci spatele cand poti sa imbratisezi? De ce? Pentru ce??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi asum riscul, ma avant in fata cu un singur gand, acela de a trai cu cat mai putine lacrimi in viata asta... Nu mai pot, si nu mai vreau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pur si simplu m-am saturat, a trebuit sa pun stop si sa-ti urez&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tie&lt;/span&gt; bun venit in viata mea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mereu a existat cineva in viata mea, care la momentul acela era tot... Ahhh, am avut parte de "toti"."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-8669921891191717047?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/8669921891191717047/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=8669921891191717047' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8669921891191717047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8669921891191717047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/01/toti-si-toate.html' title='Toti si toate.'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S1X0q17gUII/AAAAAAAAAZU/hgCpPhdJ6k8/s72-c/My_Happy_Place_by_mrcool256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-5458451103347380371</id><published>2010-01-16T12:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:14:46.638+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un copil de clasa a II-a</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S1Gfngcm4pI/AAAAAAAAAZM/MMZgG6dHzec/s1600-h/party_girls_by_tinylittledroplets.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S1Gfngcm4pI/AAAAAAAAAZM/MMZgG6dHzec/s320/party_girls_by_tinylittledroplets.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427294527031796370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nu ma intelege gresit, dar de ce o vrei? Stiu, poate are ceva ce te atrage si te tine legat de ea, dar nu ti se pare ca nu va este sortit?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu, nu mi se pare. De ce mi s-ar parea? Suntem doi oameni, care s-au gasit, si mai presus de orice au invatat sa se iubeasca pentru ceea ce sunt cu adevarat...&lt;br /&gt;- Si cu minciuna cum ramane?&lt;br /&gt;- N-am avut de ales...&lt;br /&gt;- Inteleg ca are varsta pe care ai mai vrea-o si tu, inteleg ca e vesela, nebuna, e inca la liceu, nu e ca fetele de varsta ta, pardon, femeile de varsta ta.&lt;br /&gt;- Tocmai asta imi doream, sa nu fie ca ele! De ce e asa greu de inteles? Eu nu vad niciun impediment!&lt;br /&gt;- Restul, inclusiv ea il vede... Ai de gand s-o cresti? Ai de gand sa stai sa dea bac-ul, sa dea admitere la facultate, s-o termine, sa-si gaseasca servici, toate pe care tu le ai deja... E un fel de handicap pentru amandoi... Incearca sa vezi...&lt;br /&gt;- La asta se rezuma?&lt;br /&gt;- Da! Abia acum va incepe sa-si traiasca viata, chiar crezi ca nu-si va cere libertatea? Atat de la ai ei cat si de la tine? Nu crezi ca are nevoie de doza aia de nebunie, pentru ca asa am facut toti? In ultima instanta, i-ai fura ceea ce tu tanjesti si acum si incerci sa ai. Intre voi doi e un copil de clasa a II-a... Nu spun ca e imposibil sau inutil, e doar un risc pe care tu singur ti-l asumi, gandeste-te daca se merita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-5458451103347380371?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/5458451103347380371/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=5458451103347380371' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5458451103347380371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5458451103347380371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-copil-de-clasa-ii.html' title='Un copil de clasa a II-a'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S1Gfngcm4pI/AAAAAAAAAZM/MMZgG6dHzec/s72-c/party_girls_by_tinylittledroplets.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-4376011526279074474</id><published>2010-01-15T21:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:40:58.394+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't live, can't breath with no air...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S1DEuElwzGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/D52Znk2GxrU/s1600-h/Sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S1DEuElwzGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/D52Znk2GxrU/s320/Sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427053846766603362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dintr-o data totul se naruie peste tot ce a cladit pana acum... Dintr-o data, iar cade intr-o prapastie adanca, nenorocita de care nu poate sa scape...&lt;br /&gt;S-a obisnuit prost saraca... A crezut inca o data ca  "o sa fie bine"...&lt;br /&gt;S-a obisnuit sa creada prosteste, sa nu plece urechea si la altii, sa aibe incredere in necunoscuti...&lt;br /&gt;S-a obisnuit sa fie mintita, calcata in picioare, sa sufere...&lt;br /&gt;S-a obisnuit sa planga...&lt;br /&gt;S-a obisnuit sa mai moara ceva din ea...&lt;br /&gt;S-a obisnuit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E numai vina ei. Nu-i ramane decat sa incerce sa traiasca si fara aer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-4376011526279074474?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/4376011526279074474/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=4376011526279074474' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/4376011526279074474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/4376011526279074474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-live-cant-breath-with-no-air.html' title='Can&apos;t live, can&apos;t breath with no air...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S1DEuElwzGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/D52Znk2GxrU/s72-c/Sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-5401624948064499582</id><published>2010-01-12T20:11:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:38:25.628+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0zANcGtpoI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TbjzCb2Y2Ik/s1600-h/fuck_by_misspurple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0zANcGtpoI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TbjzCb2Y2Ik/s320/fuck_by_misspurple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425922988189787778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu prea stiu cum sa mai incep... Am impresia ca am folosit toate inceputurile din lume sau cel putin din capul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Vroiam sa ma refer la egalitatea dintre sexe, insa intre femei si barbati, semnul nu este "=" ci "&lt;" (in viziunea multora)...&lt;br /&gt;Vroiam sa evidentiez in cate situatii ajung foarte multe femei, poate chiar si mamele noastre, doar pentru ca s-au indragostit ca fraierele de tinere, si credeau ca dragostea tine de foame...  Isi dau seama insa prea tarziu, poate, cand n-au loc de munca stabil, au un copil plangand si inca unul in burta... Si atunci te intrebi: unde mai e dragostea? Nu stiu... A iesit pe fereastra probabil, odata cu inconstienta ta...&lt;br /&gt;Si uite asa te trezesti sub ordinele celui "care aduce painea in casa"....&lt;br /&gt;Si cand te gandesti ca e vorba de niste amarati de bani...&lt;br /&gt;Am fost criticata ca imi permit sa vorbesc despre bani ca nefiind ceva important pentru ca ii am... Pai... N-o sa-i am mereu... Momentan stau in casa alor mei, nu a mea, si traiesc mai mult sau mai putin pe banii lor, nu ai mei. Subliniez inca o data MOMENTAN. Am ajuns sa ne conduca viata niste bani? Chiar asa?&lt;br /&gt;Ma mai gandeam si la minciuni... Cum iti pot schimba viata, fie ca le spui, fie ca spune altul despre tine... Sunt cam inevitabile in al doilea caz, pentru ca nu poti oprii o razbunare, nu poti obliga pe nimeni sa nu te vorbeasca de rau... Dar macar atunci cand vorbesti de rau, incearca sa ai dovezi sau macar vorbeste de ceva ce ai vazut cu ochii tai, nu inventa povesti nemuritoare cu "daca" si cu "parca"...Eh, pana la urma n-ai nevoie langa tine decat persoanele care te cunosc cu adevarat si te iubesc pentru ceea ce reprezinti, restul sa se duca in origini! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Uneori mi-as baga picioarele in ea de viata, pacat ca sunt prea lasa sa-mi satisfac singura dorinta sincera, nemateriala..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-5401624948064499582?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/5401624948064499582/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=5401624948064499582' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5401624948064499582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5401624948064499582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/01/uneori.html' title='Uneori'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0zANcGtpoI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TbjzCb2Y2Ik/s72-c/fuck_by_misspurple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-2557257351255512212</id><published>2010-01-10T00:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T01:24:47.261+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0kP5nDxM5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/ItQ9oNobi-M/s1600-h/ed4b6706c67ab0c4b8510476e2cf0fd2.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0kP5nDxM5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/ItQ9oNobi-M/s320/ed4b6706c67ab0c4b8510476e2cf0fd2.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424884708556223378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori, cel mai bun lucru pe care l-ai putea face este sa taci dracului din gura... Cam asta am invatat eu... Uneori, chiar nu e bine sa comentezi ci doar sa critici tacit... Mai ales atunci cand intrii intr-o polemica in care aveti pareri total diferite, cu argumente solide. Discutiile de genul nu-si au rostul... La sfarsit veti ramane cu aceleasi pareri dar cu cateva injurii la bord. Chiar e necesar? Nu. Asa ca nu ne ramane decat sa ne gandim de 2 ori inainte sa deschidem  gura pentru ca putem naste razboaie din nimic.Sometimes you have to shut the fuck up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-2557257351255512212?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/2557257351255512212/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=2557257351255512212' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/2557257351255512212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/2557257351255512212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/01/shut-up.html' title='Shut up'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0kP5nDxM5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/ItQ9oNobi-M/s72-c/ed4b6706c67ab0c4b8510476e2cf0fd2.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-1839968907967901653</id><published>2010-01-10T00:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:32:39.414+02:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0kD3CnoiCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TeYSoW4l_GY/s1600-h/Lovers_by_ScarFoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0kD3CnoiCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TeYSoW4l_GY/s320/Lovers_by_ScarFoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424871470275266594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;miracles&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I guess I was wrong. You`re my miracle! My gift from high above... The best thing that ever happened to me! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-1839968907967901653?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/1839968907967901653/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=1839968907967901653' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1839968907967901653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1839968907967901653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/01/you.html' title='YOU!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0kD3CnoiCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TeYSoW4l_GY/s72-c/Lovers_by_ScarFoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-6261122165811710590</id><published>2010-01-07T20:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:02:20.789+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicio grija!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0YvsFO6TlI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nS3xSX_FQaY/s1600-h/Deadly_Sin_by_daggerpoint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0YvsFO6TlI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nS3xSX_FQaY/s320/Deadly_Sin_by_daggerpoint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424075235579809362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb cate poate suporta un om... Ma intreb prin cate rahaturi trebuie sa treaca pentru a trage o invatatura... Si de ce ar trebui sa invatam din greseli? Cand toata viata asta e o greseala? Fiecare minut ma apropie de moarte... Ce penibil suna! Si ciudat... Si... Natural?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu aveam nicio intentie sa scriu, dar here I am, once again NOT turned into pieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E putin frustrant sa nu stii incotro te indrepti, unde vei ajunge, ce vei face, dar mai ales care e rostul... Oricum, stiu ca raman doar cu intrebarea, pentru ca nimeni nu-mi va raspunde, pentru ca nimeni nu stie sigur...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat sa nu cred in nimic, decat in mine, eu sunt singura fiinta in care pot avea incredere 100%, si chiar daca ma voi dezamagii, stiu ca imi va parea rau, de 100000 de ori mai mult decat le-a parut celor care au stiut cum sa ma faca sa plang... Increderea se castiga, se mentine,insa dispare foarte repede... E foarte usor sa dezamagesti. Uneori chiar si fara sa vrei spui cuvinte care dor, actionezi fara sa constientizezi ca vei face pe cineva sa planga, sa se simta sfasiat, mort.&lt;br /&gt;Si chiar daca nu intentionai, faptul e consumat, nu prea poti sa te intorci in trecut. Poti insa sa ierti... Sau nu. Oricum nu se uita...&lt;br /&gt;"Suntem oameni, gresim." Oricine greseste, dar nu toata lumea poate sa treaca peste, fiecare avem cate o limita, atunci cand e trecuta inevitabilul se intampla... Viata e prea scurta, pentru a-ti pierde timpul iertand ratati sau curve. Ai toata viata inainte sa dai de alti ratati si alte curve, pentru ca pana la urma toti suntem asa intr-un anumit moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7-QOabwUfgY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7-QOabwUfgY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hai, n-ai de ce sa mai stai, du-te unde vrei cu gandul, e randul tau sa n-ai nicio grija!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-6261122165811710590?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/6261122165811710590/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=6261122165811710590' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/6261122165811710590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/6261122165811710590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/01/nicio-grija.html' title='Nicio grija!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0YvsFO6TlI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nS3xSX_FQaY/s72-c/Deadly_Sin_by_daggerpoint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-1580226601708298301</id><published>2010-01-06T14:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:08:21.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-am amintit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0R9J2RFYgI/AAAAAAAAAYc/JZwT3kKT3MA/s1600-h/Friends_by_nobodysghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0R9J2RFYgI/AAAAAAAAAYc/JZwT3kKT3MA/s320/Friends_by_nobodysghost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423597459400385026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota pentru sine: Anturaju' te strica,&lt;br /&gt;             Te coboara, te ridica...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-1580226601708298301?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/1580226601708298301/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=1580226601708298301' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1580226601708298301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1580226601708298301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/01/mi-am-amintit.html' title='Mi-am amintit!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0R9J2RFYgI/AAAAAAAAAYc/JZwT3kKT3MA/s72-c/Friends_by_nobodysghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-7630000401185261672</id><published>2010-01-04T18:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:02:33.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu prea vreau...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0IfIxknKWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tOT2lbgSe-0/s1600-h/childhood_by_Marrozik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0IfIxknKWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tOT2lbgSe-0/s320/childhood_by_Marrozik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422931136913811810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... Daca stau sa ma gandesc mai bine... Nu mi-as dori sa cresc, desi e inevitabil. As fi vrut sa am din nou vreo 7 ani, cand totul era roz, nu ma gandeam la viitor, nu plangeam, iar singurul lucru pe care il invatam este cum sa fac bastonase si liniute...&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca e imposibil, dar inca visez, inca imi doresc... Mi-e dor... De zilele insorite din copilarie, pentru mine, mereu erau insorite si fericite...&lt;br /&gt;Acum, sunt si ploi, si furtuni... Dar parca soarele straluceste si mai puternic. Mi-am pierdut din inocenta, si inca mai pierd din ea...&lt;br /&gt;N-am de ales, trebuie doar sa privesc inainte, sa nu raman in trecut, sa tin bine de amintiri, si sa uit de regrete...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-7630000401185261672?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/7630000401185261672/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=7630000401185261672' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7630000401185261672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7630000401185261672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/01/nu-prea-vreau.html' title='Nu prea vreau...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/S0IfIxknKWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tOT2lbgSe-0/s72-c/childhood_by_Marrozik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-1216941533423555541</id><published>2010-01-03T02:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T03:02:01.995+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sz_rMrJiJxI/AAAAAAAAAYM/YQ1uFPVK63A/s1600-h/confused_by_uttchan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sz_rMrJiJxI/AAAAAAAAAYM/YQ1uFPVK63A/s320/confused_by_uttchan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422311079351035666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am impresia ca ma ravratesc cam mult, si nu stiu daca e necesar sau recomandat.&lt;br /&gt;Mereu gandesc in avans... Poate acum ma gandesc la fiecare detaliu... Si ma intreb cum va fi... Nu pot decat sa-mi dau cu parerea, pentru ca sunt prea lasa sa caut raspunsurile, de fapt, sunt prea lasa sa adresez intrebarile...&lt;br /&gt;E o lume care ma intriga prin simplul fapt ca nu ma reprezinta, nu ma completeaza, nu ma regasesc... Insa... Tot sunt curioasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Curiozitatea a mancat pisica..." Hmmm, imi e ca voi fi interpretata gresit, si... In astfel de situatii nu e bine sa faci niciun pas gresit... Ar putea fi fatal pentru personalitate si propriile convingeri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe de-o parte ar insemna o imblanzire, pe de-o parte ar insemna moartea ideilor mele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce trebuie sa fie complicat? Pentru mine e!... Oricum as da-o, trebuie sa renunt la ceva, iar aici costul de oportunitate e ingrat... Nu ma lasa sa le pastrez pe amandoua, desi nu costa bani, nu se iroseste nimic material, doar spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gandesti prea mult..." Stiuuuu, dar n-am ce sa fac, ma roade al naiba de rau... Trebuie sa gust putin din pierzanie, din ispita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai mai vazut pana acum ispita care nu te conduce spre pacat? O am eu, stai calm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntem diferiti, suntem chiar foarte diferiti... Ei, bine, totul se intampla cu un motiv, stiu ca orice drum as alege, va fi cel bun, si daca nu e, il voi indrepta eu... EU sunt stapana destinului meu, EU pot sa refac, desfac, inchei, incep orice e legat de mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiurez....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-1216941533423555541?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/1216941533423555541/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=1216941533423555541' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1216941533423555541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1216941533423555541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/01/of.html' title='OF!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sz_rMrJiJxI/AAAAAAAAAYM/YQ1uFPVK63A/s72-c/confused_by_uttchan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-8721449147413792661</id><published>2010-01-03T00:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T02:44:30.195+02:00</updated><title type='text'>6.Accept...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sz_QvKQbMrI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FRMJntv1BHg/s1600-h/The_Wedding_Day_by_imaginee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sz_QvKQbMrI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FRMJntv1BHg/s320/The_Wedding_Day_by_imaginee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422281985003041458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In sfarsit, mi-ai deschis usa, de data asta o daramam... Te iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;- Lasa-ma!... Nu ma atinge...&lt;br /&gt;- Clara... De ce te porti asa? Ce ti-am facut, eu? Ce vina am eu, ca l-ai vazut pe ala?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu e vorba de asta, doar ca, nu suport nicio atingere acum...&lt;br /&gt;- O discutie suporti?&lt;br /&gt;- Da... De fapt cred ca vrei o explicatie...&lt;br /&gt;- Ar fi si cazul... O saptamana intreaga sunand, batand la usa, nimeni nu stia nimic de tine, nu stiam daca esti acasa, daca ai fugit, am sunat la toate spitalele, politie, chiar la morga... N-ai idee cat de disperati am fost toti!&lt;br /&gt;- Imi imaginez... Dar daca va anuntam ca sunt bine, nu m-ati fi lasat fara sa-mi explic starea de izolare, mai bine asa...&lt;br /&gt;- Deci?&lt;br /&gt;- Deci... Ia loc! Vrei ceva de baut?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu! Te vreau pe tine bine!&lt;br /&gt;- Imposibil... Uite, la petrecerea de logodna a Mihaelei, a venit...&lt;br /&gt;- Tudor, fostul tau... Mi-a povestit Mihaela...&lt;br /&gt;- Da...&lt;br /&gt;- Ti-au revenit toate sentimentele pentru el dintr-o singura privire?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu! Lucrurile nu stau chiar asa... Nu l-am mai vazut de 5 ani si nici nu credeam ca il voi mai vedea vreodata... A fost un soc. Intelegi? Un soc!&lt;br /&gt;- Inca il mai iubesti...&lt;br /&gt;- NU!&lt;br /&gt;- Ba da... Uita-te la tine! Esti ravasita, si nu e vorba de confuzie aici! Esti constienta de sentimentele tale, te depaseste situatia pentru ca nu stii cum sa procedezi, nu ca n-ai stii ce simti...&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel...  E o poveste incheiata!&lt;br /&gt;- Nu e, dragoste, nu e! Inca suferi dupa el... Nu o sa incerc sa ma lupt cu morile de vant... Primeste inelul asta, fa ce vrei cu el!... Si... Ne vedem la nunta Mihaelei... Pana atunci bafta cu Tudor...&lt;br /&gt;- Nu pleca!&lt;br /&gt;- De ce? Ma iubesti?&lt;br /&gt;- Da!&lt;br /&gt;- Atunci de ce suferi dupa altul?&lt;br /&gt;- Pentru ca a fost o poveste terminata brusc, cand inca mai erau sentimente...&lt;br /&gt;- Nu ma intereseaza... Ma vrei pe mine? Accepti inelul sau se termina tot... Dupa 2 ani am tot dreptul sa te cer de nevasta si tu esti obligata sa dai un raspuns, afirmativ sau negativ.&lt;br /&gt;- Da, accept!&lt;br /&gt;- Aacc..&lt;br /&gt;- Accept!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-8721449147413792661?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/8721449147413792661/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=8721449147413792661' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8721449147413792661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8721449147413792661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/01/accept.html' title='6.Accept...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sz_QvKQbMrI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FRMJntv1BHg/s72-c/The_Wedding_Day_by_imaginee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-3169741831986686045</id><published>2010-01-02T00:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:30:33.158+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reciproc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sz6FkmtQ7pI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EcbttJYSm8Y/s1600-h/Boy_and_Girl_by_BeautifulEnemity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sz6FkmtQ7pI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EcbttJYSm8Y/s320/Boy_and_Girl_by_BeautifulEnemity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421917865312841362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#nu face parte din poveste#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uite ca a venit si vremea sa vorbim...&lt;br /&gt;- Ce placere! Sincera sa fiu, esti ultima persoana cu care imi doresc sa vorbesc, dar fie, trebuie sa ii fac suferindului pe plac...&lt;br /&gt;- Ce glumeata esti!&lt;br /&gt;- De fapt, prostia ma distreaza... Treci odata la subiect?&lt;br /&gt;- Vrei sa vorbim de iubirea vietii tale? Cum de ai gasit-o imediat,dupa mine? Ba nu... Scuze, nici macar nu se terminase.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu e problema mea daca tu aveai cu mine o relatie imaginara!&lt;br /&gt;- Aaaa, deci totul a fost in mintea mea?&lt;br /&gt;- A fost, dar a fost o scurta perioada de timp! Si nu e vina mea ca te-ai amorezat tu ca prostu' intr-un timp atat de scurt...&lt;br /&gt;- Asa e, eu am fost prostul, tu desteapta care a fugit la altul in brate!&lt;br /&gt;- Ia zi-mi, te-am luat vreodata de mana cand ne plimbam? Te alintam? Te imbratisam cand ne vedeam? Iti sopteam "te iubesc"? Ti-am demonstrat intr-un moment ca vreau sa tin de tine? NU! Normal ca nu! Pentru ca nu eram indragostita de tine... Nu am fost niciodata... Am vrut sa ma agat de iubirea ta pentru mine, pentru a scapa de iubirea mea pentru el...&lt;br /&gt;- Si totusi, ai stiut sa-mi dai sperante...&lt;br /&gt;- Numesti sperante, 3 refuzuri? Sperante ca am acceptat dupa 2 tentative de sinucidere ale tale? Care s-au dovedit minciuni de 2 lei... Si cand te gandesti ca tremuram la gandul ca ai murii... Pentru ca niciun om nu merita sa moara pentru un altul... Nu e viata ta, pentru a o curma.&lt;br /&gt;- Totul a trecut! Mi-am revenit...&lt;br /&gt;- Nu ma intereseaza daca ti-ai revenit! Mi-ai pierdut respectul de mult...&lt;br /&gt;- Tu vorbesti de respect? Dintre toti, ti-ai indreptat ghearele spre el! EL!&lt;br /&gt;- E un simplu el, ce a reusit ce tu n-ai putut. De ce? Pentru ca nu erai cel potrivit...&lt;br /&gt;- Ti-e usor sa vorbesti acum...&lt;br /&gt;- Da! Imi e! Pentru ca nu pot fi judecata in continuare ca scorpia care si-a batut joc de tine! Orice om are dreptul sa greseasca, in plus, m-au coplesit si sufocat sentimentele tale... Am gresit, ca nu ti-am zis stop mai devreme, si cand m-am trezit, era deja prea complicat ca sa nu iasa niciunul din noi ranit. Ai iesit tu ranit, pentru ca eu n-am tinut niciodata la tine...&lt;br /&gt;- Ma bucur ca am lamurit...&lt;br /&gt;- N-am lamurit nimic... Stiu ca ma detesti... Si eu m-as detesta. Dar nu rezolvi nimic daca te bagi in viata mea, stii ca te bagi, nu poti nega... Si o s-o faci pana cand ma vei prinde cu ceva gresit...&lt;br /&gt;- Crezi ce vrei...&lt;br /&gt;- Cred ce stiu. Tu ar trebui sa fi sincer cu tine, sa-ti recunosti sentimentele, starea, nu sa te afunzi in minciuni," sunt bine, mi-a trecut", " am langa mine o alta fata, si sentimentul de data asta e reciproc..."...&lt;br /&gt;- Iti dai cam multa importanta.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu-mi dau, tu ma faci. Sper ca aceasta sa fie ultima conversatie, ultima amintire, ultimul lucru care il voi mai spune despre tine si ce a fost. Am intrat intr-un nou an, ar trebui sa iertam, sa ne iertam, reciproc, ambii suntem vinovati de suferinta ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-3169741831986686045?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/3169741831986686045/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=3169741831986686045' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3169741831986686045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3169741831986686045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2010/01/reciproc.html' title='Reciproc'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sz6FkmtQ7pI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EcbttJYSm8Y/s72-c/Boy_and_Girl_by_BeautifulEnemity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-3660143029199122835</id><published>2009-12-30T03:05:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:04:28.912+02:00</updated><title type='text'>5.Trebuie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Szu7Hz3fNjI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PJF1MivZfOY/s1600-h/Smoke_by_VIIIIZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Szu7Hz3fNjI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PJF1MivZfOY/s320/Smoke_by_VIIIIZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421132319326942770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ma simt de parca as vorbii cu peretii...&lt;br /&gt;- Nu te-am luat aici ca sa vorbesti...&lt;br /&gt;- Ma faci sa ma simt o curva!&lt;br /&gt;- Nu ma intereseaza ce esti... Ti-as fi recunoscator daca ai pleca cat mai repede...&lt;br /&gt;- Porcule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mda, am ramas fara tigari... E al doilea sau al treilea pachet?... Si sticla e goala... De ce nu simt nimic? Vreau starea aia de amorteala, vreau sa nu-mi mai simt capul... Dar... Prea tarziu, m-a imbatat inca o data ea... Micuta mea... Ce frumoasa era... Radia, aproape ca inainte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu credeam ca mai simte ceva pentru mine... Nu se poate sa fi lesinat din nimic, s-a speriat, s-a dezlantuit intreaga ei iubire pentru mine, n-a rezistat, si a cazut... Sincer, ma asteptam sa fie mai puternica de atat, sa ma scuipe intre ochi si sa ma dea afara pe usa... "Iesi, afara, nenorocitule, cosmarule!"... Micuta, ma iubeste mai mult ca inainte... I-a fost dor la fel cat mi-a fost si mie... Trebuie s-o revad, nu poate sa-mi scape iar, nu se poate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-3660143029199122835?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/3660143029199122835/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=3660143029199122835' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3660143029199122835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3660143029199122835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/12/trebuie.html' title='5.Trebuie'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Szu7Hz3fNjI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PJF1MivZfOY/s72-c/Smoke_by_VIIIIZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-5155613127720482583</id><published>2009-12-30T01:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:04:16.877+02:00</updated><title type='text'>4.Degeaba...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SzqfKcXmzvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/MpW8sggNrJ8/s1600-h/Happy_sad_session_8_by_Nat_Mat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SzqfKcXmzvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/MpW8sggNrJ8/s320/Happy_sad_session_8_by_Nat_Mat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420820103256526578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu cum am ajuns acasa... Nu stiu nimic... Tot ce stiu e chipul lui uimit ca ma vede, cu aceeasi caldura ca altadata, cu aceiasi ochi negrii, ce imi ardeau sufletul, acelasi el, neschimbat... De ce, Doamne? De ce trebuia sa reapara dupa atata timp? De ce nu l-ai tinut departe de ranile mele? De ce imi sangereaza iar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Degeaba suna telefonul, soneria... Zac. Fara viata, mi-a furat-o iar. As plange, dar nu mai am lacrimi, nu mai am nimic, a luat totul, mi-a luat totul, si acum, vrea si ceea ce nu am... Pleaca, pleaca! Sa plece!... Sa dispara! Sa dispara dorul... Dorul asta ce ma macina de 5 ani de cand am renuntat la ultima farama din ceea ce eram odata -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noi&lt;/span&gt;-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am mintit degeaba ca l-am uitat? Cand o simpla privire, mi-a dat peste cap toate convingerile mele, toate barierele mele, toata iubirea mea ascunsa, pentru el, doar pentru el, s-a revarsat intr-un amarat de lesin? Am demonstrat inca o data, cat se slaba am putut sa fiu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Tudor... De ce?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-5155613127720482583?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/5155613127720482583/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=5155613127720482583' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5155613127720482583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5155613127720482583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/12/degeaba.html' title='4.Degeaba...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SzqfKcXmzvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/MpW8sggNrJ8/s72-c/Happy_sad_session_8_by_Nat_Mat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-3928711835633928967</id><published>2009-12-28T23:13:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:04:03.788+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3.E...E..EL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SzkxTGB1RcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/CM1u4jbSw1w/s1600-h/Classy_by_aryary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SzkxTGB1RcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/CM1u4jbSw1w/s320/Classy_by_aryary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420417830622676418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sa vedem... Parul, buzele, rochia, plicul e gata. Am emotii! Ha, cine s-ar fi gandit ca surioara mea mai mica se va casatori inaintea mea?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Iubito, daca nu cobori in momentul acesta, plec fara tine!&lt;br /&gt;- Of, gata gata, cobor...&lt;br /&gt;- Femeile...&lt;br /&gt;- De 2 ani trebuia sa fi deja obisnuit cu mine...&lt;br /&gt;- Si te iubesc mai mult pe zi ce trece!&lt;br /&gt;- Mmmm, fii cuminte, ca nu avem timp de altceva...&lt;br /&gt;- Ia zi-mi, cat de mult iti place rochia de pe tine?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu, nu, nu o rupi si pe asta!&lt;br /&gt;- Mi-ai stricat surpriza...&lt;br /&gt;- Haide odata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- In acelasi timp -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Plictisitor! Alta petrecere de logodna. Alte  juraminte ce dureaza  2 3 ani&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;apoi vine apocalipsa - divortul-. Macar voi avea ocazia ca dupa sa sfasii cateva rochii..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Surioara, esti superba azi! O sa fii cea mai frumoasa mireasa DIN LUME!&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, Clara, vei urma si tu, sunt sigura!&lt;br /&gt;- Nu ma grabesc!&lt;br /&gt;- A mai venit lume, scuza-ma, trebuie sa fac pe amfitrioana...&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Clara! Uite cine a venit! Uita-te in spate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" E imposibil.. E el! E..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Clara, Clara, trezeste-te! Doamne, a lesinat! Te rog, surioara, revino-ti!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-3928711835633928967?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/3928711835633928967/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=3928711835633928967' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3928711835633928967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3928711835633928967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/12/eeel.html' title='3.E...E..EL!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SzkxTGB1RcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/CM1u4jbSw1w/s72-c/Classy_by_aryary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-8665130463714319030</id><published>2009-12-28T02:16:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:03:50.005+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2.Sigur ca nu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Szf_vdR3qSI/AAAAAAAAAXc/nbLf8y5Kcto/s1600-h/sad_woman_by_ledushca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Szf_vdR3qSI/AAAAAAAAAXc/nbLf8y5Kcto/s320/sad_woman_by_ledushca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420081867342194978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It must have been love..." Roxette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... A fost, cred, din partea mea cel putin... Ah, de ce imi amintesc de el? A trecut prea mult timp... Ce as putea sa-mi amintesc? Cum ma alinta ca pe un copil? Cum imi facea cafeaua in fiecare dimineata? Cum imparteam o tigara...? Cum... ma insela si  ma mintea, si isi batea joc de sufletul meu de copil? Da,eram copii, ne jucam de-a mama si de-a tata, arzandu-ne cu focu de prea multe ori. Sa neg? Sa-l neg? E trecutul meu dulce acrisor... E prima iubire si prima dezamagire... E ultima greseala, e pacatul meu, e... Inca prezent in mine si in tot ceea ce fac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb daca a ajuns unde isi dorea, daca e fericit, daca isi mai aminteste de mine, de noi... Sigur ca nu, ce prostie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-8665130463714319030?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/8665130463714319030/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=8665130463714319030' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8665130463714319030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8665130463714319030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigur-ca-nu.html' title='2.Sigur ca nu!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Szf_vdR3qSI/AAAAAAAAAXc/nbLf8y5Kcto/s72-c/sad_woman_by_ledushca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-6611883024711629809</id><published>2009-12-27T16:29:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:03:37.714+02:00</updated><title type='text'>1.Tarziu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SzfDZgR0cqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JdUKWV2nX2o/s1600-h/to_late_for_man_by_alecsystem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SzfDZgR0cqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JdUKWV2nX2o/s320/to_late_for_man_by_alecsystem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420015519492502178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma gandesc la fosta iubita, si cand zic iubita, inseamna c-am iubit-o..." Guess Who - 07.03.2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat de aceeasi melodie, dar nu pot s-o inchid, nu pot sa uit, nu pot s-o uit... Au trecut 5 ani in zadar, inca ma mai surprind plangand in mine, amintindu-mi de parfumul ei, buzele ei... Tot imi aminteste de ea, rasul ei inconfundabil, mereu cu zambetul pe buze, mereu cu ochii sclipitori de iubire... Pentru mine. Stiu unde am gresit, ea nu stie cat regret... O iubesc, o iubesc, o iubesc... Acum eu o iubesc, si ea... E cu altul... Un altul care nu va reusi niciodata s-o iubeasca asa cum o ador eu... Prostul... Imi are micuta in brate... E in locul meu... Si eu nu am ce sa fac. Nu ma mai vrea... O cred, cu mine a plans mai mult decat a ras...&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as fi dorit alt sfarsit...&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as fi dorit-o langa mine, sa-mi jure ca nu ma va parasi niciodata...&lt;br /&gt;A ramas prima si singura pe care o vroiam din tot sufletul... Restu? Cele de dupa ea? Nu le mai stiu, le uit imediat ce trantesc usa facandu-ma porc. Saracele, nu stiu ca inima mea e la alta, si ca mi-a mai ramas decat instictu animalic, le vreau, le devorez, restul devine neinteresant si de aruncat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De m-ar vedea cum am ajuns, mi-ar rade indiferent si mi-ar arunca un "ti-am zis eu"... Odata imi zisese ca banii nu sunt totul, eram mic, eram prost, si eram lefter, cum s-o cred? Acum ca am tot ce imi doream de mic, imi lipseste ea, o ea care sa-mi incalzeasca  si sufletul, nu doar patul... O ea care sa imi spuna "te iubesc" si s-o simta... Prea tarziu, a plecat si am lasat-o...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-6611883024711629809?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/6611883024711629809/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=6611883024711629809' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/6611883024711629809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/6611883024711629809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/12/tarziu.html' title='1.Tarziu...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SzfDZgR0cqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JdUKWV2nX2o/s72-c/to_late_for_man_by_alecsystem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-7518145072344111493</id><published>2009-12-24T12:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:56:56.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GzhhxYoOJdk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GzhhxYoOJdk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-7518145072344111493?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/7518145072344111493/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=7518145072344111493' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7518145072344111493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7518145072344111493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-4449563403101596930</id><published>2009-12-24T00:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:27:42.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu pot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SzaN11Yt97I/AAAAAAAAAXM/6yuwUAydtDc/s1600-h/Christmas_Imperfection_by_DivineError.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SzaN11Yt97I/AAAAAAAAAXM/6yuwUAydtDc/s320/Christmas_Imperfection_by_DivineError.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419675157590308786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata parca nu are sens nimic. Nici macar viata ta nu mai are cine stie ce valoare... Parca nimic nu conteaza. Si culmea ca incepe sa-ti placa asa... Niciun plan, niciun vis, niciun zambet, dar nici plans... Un mareeee nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca indiferenta doare... Nu indiferenta fortata, de dragul de a-l face pe celalalt sa sufere, nu asta doare, ci cea care e involuntara, instinctuala. Atunci sti ca numai are rost nimic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e indiferent soarele, craciunul,bradul, cerul, mi-e totuna, zi sau noapte, mi-e egal cu zero... Timpul trece prea repede... Acum nu-mi mai doresc sa cresc. Pe masura ce "imbatranesc" cu inca o zi imi simt umerii mai grei, simt o povara in spate si un nod permanent in gat. Unde e copilul? Unde? Nu e... Probabil m-a blestemat cineva in somn. Abracadabra si bye bye kid!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pur si simplu numai pot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-4449563403101596930?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/4449563403101596930/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=4449563403101596930' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/4449563403101596930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/4449563403101596930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/12/nu-pot.html' title='Nu pot'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SzaN11Yt97I/AAAAAAAAAXM/6yuwUAydtDc/s72-c/Christmas_Imperfection_by_DivineError.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-4852741967394593925</id><published>2009-12-20T12:59:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:07:04.385+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inflorituri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sy4JTLJOCQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FUY6xFoH04E/s1600-h/onlylovest_p25djvji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sy4JTLJOCQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FUY6xFoH04E/s320/onlylovest_p25djvji.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417277626786908418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred cu tarie, ca exista o singura iubire adevarata, in viata fiecaruia. Si aceea este singura impartasita fara regrete, fara a fi gandita de 2 ori. Multi alerg dupa ea, multi vor atat de rau s-o gaseasca, si in cele din urma n-o gasesc.&lt;br /&gt;N-am cautat niciodata iubirea mea ca-n povesti, mi-o doream, dar n-am facut nimic ca s-o gasesc toti. Nu vroiam sa risc...&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea m-a gasit pe mine, intr-o masura mai mica sau mai mare, m-a gasit, eu trebuia sa zic doar "da"... Si am zis, de multe ori "da", o data am suferit eu, alta data el, mereu cineva iesea sifonat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toate aceste roller coaster-uri ale pseudo-iubirii, mi-au aratat ca  drumul spre acea singura iubire, este plin de tipi indragostiti pana peste urechi de tine, de tipi care vor altceva de la tine, dar niciunul potrivit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci cand vezi ca nu e "the one", cum sa nu rupi relatia? De ce nu se poate ramane cu un "n-a fost sa fie" din partea amandurora? Pentru ca foarte multi comenteaza dupa... "Va place sa ii schimbati!"( in limita bunului simt, nu supraestimam fraza). Pai, ma, daca nu esti ala pe care il vreau, care e problema?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar lumea poate sa vorbeasca, multe, multe, foarte multe.&lt;br /&gt;Poate daca ne-am da jos naivitatea de pe ochi, si am privii realitatea asa cum e, fara inflorituri, ne-am putea da seama, care e potrivit si care nu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-4852741967394593925?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/4852741967394593925/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=4852741967394593925' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/4852741967394593925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/4852741967394593925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/12/inflorituri.html' title='Inflorituri'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sy4JTLJOCQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FUY6xFoH04E/s72-c/onlylovest_p25djvji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-8102254949193878733</id><published>2009-12-10T19:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:38:41.143+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Niciodata.Part One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SyE8JY6pQEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/02SwJRR8-7Y/s1600-h/child_by_natalkah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SyE8JY6pQEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/02SwJRR8-7Y/s320/child_by_natalkah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413674359080960066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cate nu ne-am dorii pentru viitorul nostru, atat apropiat cat si indepartat... Toti visam la ce va fi si speram ca totul va fi asa cum ne-am imaginat...&lt;br /&gt;Mda... Cate sunt asa cum ati vrut? Nimic? Prea putin? Poate ca e ceva in neregula cu noi, vrem prea mult sau vrem ceva gresit. Poate ca fix ceea ce primim ne este potrivit.&lt;br /&gt;Nu e cazul sa ne plangem, irosim timpul degeaba, visele nu se implinesc cand bati din palme si clipesti... Nu merge asa. Am fi toti fericiti, iar asta e interzis...&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca toate problemele, toate esecurile, tot ce e gresit in viata ta, exista pentru a-ti aminti ca nu esti asa bun cum te credeai, si ca poate nu meriti sa ti se intample toate lucrurile bune...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce vina are gazela cand e mancata de un tigru? Ei, uite ca poate are... N-a fost suficient de rapida si a fost depasita de situatie, prin urmare a murit sau ma degraba a fost omorata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca din noi moare ceva, dispare ceva, se schimba ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu, Andrule, ca ai cea mai mare dreptate. Ni s-au dus visurile de anu` trecut... Ne-am izbit de realitate, ne-am mai maturizat, fara sa vrem ce-i drept... Mai sunt 5 luni si devenim majore, si parca n-am vrea...&lt;br /&gt;Ne fuge copilaria, ne fuge inocenta, ne fuge tot... Le ajunge trecutul din spate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-ar mai sta putin... Inca putin sa mai fiu copil, sa nu stiu ce e in jurul meu, sa-mi fie de-ajuns sa rad, sa ma joc, sa ma bucur de soare si de protectia absoluta a alor mei.&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma inconjoare iar, jucarii peste jucarii, sa le dau nume, sa le inventez povesti, s-o strig pe mama "mami", sa vreau ou kinder si sa fuga tata sa-mi cumpere...&lt;br /&gt;N-o sa mai fie niciodata la fel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're saying, "Mama never loved her much"and "Daddy never keeps in touch.&lt;br /&gt;That's why she shies away from human affection" - Savage Garden - "to the moon and back"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-8102254949193878733?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/8102254949193878733/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=8102254949193878733' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8102254949193878733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8102254949193878733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/12/niciodatapart-one.html' title='Niciodata.Part One.'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SyE8JY6pQEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/02SwJRR8-7Y/s72-c/child_by_natalkah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-6316017499395017363</id><published>2009-12-09T19:01:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:43:13.471+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prima ploaie de noiembrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sx_hWktvKOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/cxPbDmt7CyA/s1600-h/November_Rain_by_artifexa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sx_hWktvKOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/cxPbDmt7CyA/s320/November_Rain_by_artifexa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413293055051507938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mai e o ora... Ah, carte nenorocita! De ce nu pot sa citesc mai departe de despartirea lor? Dar de despartirea noastra am trecut?... Macar de n-ar ploua, m-ar durea sufletul mai putin... Nu mi-ar mai amintii de ziua aia blestemata cand am fost a lui..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Deschide cineva usa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cine e?&lt;br /&gt;- M-am intors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Incredibil sau nu, era din nou in fata mea... Nu stiu daca prima ploaie de noiembrie l-a adus la mine sau pur si simplu dorul... Nu puteam reactiona, nu exista "m-am intors" dupa adio... E imposibil... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ce cauti aici?&lt;br /&gt;- Credeam ca te bucuri ca m-am intors. De ce reactionezi asa? Nu puteai sa te schimbi...&lt;br /&gt;- Nu eu m-am schimbat! Nu eu am plecat! Te rog frumos, pleaca, de aici... Si din viata mea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unde e privirea ei de copil? Unde ii e inocenta?... De ce ma priveste asa rece? Chiar cu ura... Cat rau i-am putut face?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nu putem vorbi calm? Ca doi adulti? Fara tipete?&lt;br /&gt;- Ce am mai avea de vorbit? Ai distrus tot... Si speram ca si legaturile erau distruse. Se pare ca nu.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu puteam sa las totul cu un adio... Nu cand simt ca te iubesc mai mult decat niciodata, cand tot ce-mi doresc este sa fiu cu tine, cand nimeni si nimic altceva nu mai conteaza...&lt;br /&gt;- Pf... Cam tarziu pentru cuvintele astea.&lt;br /&gt;- Asta simt!&lt;br /&gt;- Prea tarziu!&lt;br /&gt;- Nu e prea tarziu. Daca nu mai simteai nimic, nu te alarmai cand m-ai vazut intrand pe usa!  Nu aveai ochii umezi. Spune-mi... Ti-ai amintit de prima noastra ploaie de noiembrie impreuna? Era o zi ca asta... Stiu ca ti-ai amintit... Stiu ca ai ramas la aceeasi pagina din "Scrisoare de dragoste" de cand am plecat... Stiu ca nu poti sa ne termini povestea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"De ce trebuie tu sa le stii pe toate?... Oh, ce dor mi-era de ochii astia verzi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Si ce vrei sa spui cu asta?&lt;br /&gt;- Ca iti era la fel de dor cum imi era si mie, prostuto! Imbratiseaza-ma, sunt doar al tau!&lt;br /&gt;- Imi pare rau, prima ploaie de noiembrie din anul asta, o voi petrece cu altcineva. Si daca nu ma insel va suna la sonerie fix in 3....2.....(tzrrrrrrrrrr). Sincronizare perfecta! Acum te rog, ia-ti bagajele si intoarce-te de unde ai venit. Iubirea, dorul, nu-ti mai sunt de folos aici. Asa cum se opreste ploaia, asa a disparut din mine toata dragostea ce ti-o purtam. Pacat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-6316017499395017363?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/6316017499395017363/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=6316017499395017363' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/6316017499395017363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/6316017499395017363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/12/prima-ploaie-de-noiembrie.html' title='Prima ploaie de noiembrie'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sx_hWktvKOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/cxPbDmt7CyA/s72-c/November_Rain_by_artifexa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-3382578783196771209</id><published>2009-12-08T18:38:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:01:15.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sx6B4bV_yZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jGiNY8Gcyms/s1600-h/Traitor_by_AgiVega.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sx6B4bV_yZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jGiNY8Gcyms/s320/Traitor_by_AgiVega.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412906608558590354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dragostea calcata in picioare se razbuna, iar cel ce a calcat gresit pierde totul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ai sa ma cauti mult si bine, dar sa stii ca n-am obiceiul sa ma uit indarat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  "Scrisoare de dragoste"- Mihail Drumes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the truth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-3382578783196771209?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/3382578783196771209/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=3382578783196771209' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3382578783196771209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3382578783196771209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sx6B4bV_yZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jGiNY8Gcyms/s72-c/Traitor_by_AgiVega.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-6747033397669801419</id><published>2009-12-04T18:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:39:53.584+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my one and only'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real love'/><title type='text'>Exista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sxllc6JaiVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EiZZCgRjDpY/s1600-h/88337m6vvdni5it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sxllc6JaiVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EiZZCgRjDpY/s320/88337m6vvdni5it.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411467974581848402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca timpul vindeca ranile trecutului. Probabil. Dar cu siguranta vor ramane mereu ascunse intr-un coltisor. Asta e, se pare ca n-am fost dotati cu un Delete Selected Memories.&lt;br /&gt;Dar, vine un moment, cand nu te mai persecuta trecutul, si nici persoanele care au facut parte din el, vine o vreme, cand se iveste luminita de la capatul tunelului, te bucuri de soare si lasi totul in urma, acceptandu-ti greselile si iertandu-i pe cei ce ti-au gresit.&lt;br /&gt;Alta solutie nu prea exista, nu poti uri ce ai iubit... Cu tot orgoliul care ne caracterizeaza, trebuie sa recunoastem ca de la iubire la ura nu e un singur pas, e o mare prapastie plina de confuzii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printul, ce-ti promitea o viata fericita "pana la adanci batraneti", devine monstrul de azi, care te omoara incet, sigur, cu o naturalete exasperanta.&lt;br /&gt;Il poti uri? Ce vina a avut el, ca tu ai inchis ochii? L-ai vrut print? In vise se poate orice...&lt;br /&gt;Dar te-ai trezit, te-a trezit o palma, doua, mai poti continua?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il lasi prada trecutului si revii pe drumul tau.&lt;br /&gt;Mereu exista un moment potrivit, nepotrivit, si inca unul de tranzitie intre cele doua.&lt;br /&gt;Au aparut persoane si la momentul nepotrivit, si in cel de tranzitie, n-a mers, nu se putea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;, ai aparut cand negarea era sincera, cand mintea si sufletul se pusesera de acord, cand in final, s-a terminat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;, mi-ai aratat rabdare, doar tu te-ai luptat cu indiferenta mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;, m-ai fi asteptat, doar ca sa ne fie bine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;, ai reusit sa-mi distrugi barierele, sa ma ofer complet si s-o fac in fiecare zi, de fiecare data inzecit, mai mult si mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;, ma faci sa scriu, sa vorbesc de tine, sa ma gandesc non-non stop la tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uhdajt0C1sE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uhdajt0C1sE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea se castiga, apoi se pastreaza prin impartasirea ei. Poate ca prima data, ar trebui sa privesti realitatea in ochi, in ochii monstrului, si apoi sa realizezi ca e printul tau, ca mereu a fost, ca orice ti-ar oferi vine din suflet, si ca niciodata nu ti-ar face rau...&lt;br /&gt;Am vrut sa cred ca exista o astfel de iubire, acum stiu, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o vad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o simt&lt;/span&gt;, cand il vad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-6747033397669801419?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/6747033397669801419/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=6747033397669801419' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/6747033397669801419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/6747033397669801419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/12/exista.html' title='Exista'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sxllc6JaiVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EiZZCgRjDpY/s72-c/88337m6vvdni5it.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-3480959249988740272</id><published>2009-12-01T23:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:50:41.554+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Minciuni...Albe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SxWRV3RzMjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/u_zckoXiCxc/s1600/the_circus_tea_room__by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SxWRV3RzMjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/u_zckoXiCxc/s320/the_circus_tea_room__by_m0thyyku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410390332157407794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astept sa &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ninga&lt;/span&gt;. Mi-e dor de fragilitatea naturii in fata iernii. Acopera tot. Ninsoarea e ca o minciuna alba, nevinovata, care va fi mereu in preajma ta si are darul sa te amorteasca, ameteasca, imbete. Stii ca esti mintit, dar de dragul amortelii, te lasi dus, te mai imbeti din cand in cand...&lt;br /&gt;Aaaa, da, La Multi Ani, Romania, Trezeste-te ODATA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat&lt;/span&gt; ca trebuie sa tac atunci cand ascult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat&lt;/span&gt; ca nu trebuie sa amani inevitabilul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat&lt;/span&gt; ca raului nu trebuie sa-i intorci si celalalt obraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat&lt;/span&gt; ca greselile le repetam, nu pentru ca nu ne-am invatat lectia, ci pentru ca ne place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat&lt;/span&gt; ca nu avem limite cand e vorba de iubire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat&lt;/span&gt; ca  imbratisarea unui prieten valoreaza mai mult decat un munte de aur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat&lt;/span&gt; ca regretele ne otravesc sufletul, si nu ne spala pacatele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat&lt;/span&gt; ca oamenii dispar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat&lt;/span&gt; ca timpul nu-mi este inamic, nu-mi va arata ca imbatranesc, imi va arata ca sunt in stare sa ajung unde mi-am propus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat&lt;/span&gt; ca exista suflete pereche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat&lt;/span&gt; ca distanta nu distruge prietenii adevarate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sa iert&lt;/span&gt; cele doua persoane din viata mea care mi-au facut rau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat&lt;/span&gt; sa tac si sa injur in gand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat&lt;/span&gt; ca unei singure persoane ii vei spune "te iubesc" din tot sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat&lt;/span&gt; 10 lectii la economie, mi-a mai ramas una.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat&lt;/span&gt; ca mereu voi avea de invatat cate ceva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-3480959249988740272?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/3480959249988740272/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=3480959249988740272' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3480959249988740272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3480959249988740272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/12/minciunialbe.html' title='Minciuni...Albe...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SxWRV3RzMjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/u_zckoXiCxc/s72-c/the_circus_tea_room__by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-447227307553458930</id><published>2009-11-30T00:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:39:45.641+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SxL4LDUp_hI/AAAAAAAAAWI/LAMNTbuQEsY/s1600/Sin_City_by_hallopino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SxL4LDUp_hI/AAAAAAAAAWI/LAMNTbuQEsY/s320/Sin_City_by_hallopino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409658971179580946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa fiu sincera, n-am suportat niciodata persoanele aflate intr-o extrema sau alta cand e vorba de prejudecati. Nici deloc, dar nici cu foarte multe...&lt;br /&gt;Cand sunt prea multe, risti sa traiesti izolat, departe de tehnologie, departe de pacate, departe de orice te-ar putea face sa-ti incalci propriile reguli, pentru ca pana la urma sunt regulile impuse de tine, ai dreptul sa-ti alegi drepturile, sa fi cum vrei tu sa fi si sa te comporti astfel...&lt;br /&gt;Ce rost are sa... Urmezi turma? Sau... O turma, ca sunt mai multe. Iti place sa fi ca ceilalti? Sa faci, sa zici aceleasi lucruri ca ceilalti? Nu vrei sa te desprinzi? Nu vrei sa fi TU?&lt;br /&gt;Suntem toti diferiti si unici in felul nostru, dar uneori ne confundam, si ne lasam controlati...&lt;br /&gt;Controlul maselor, de-a lungul anilor, nu a facut decat sa uniformizeze populatia, sa  impuna niste reguli tampite!&lt;br /&gt;Eu una, nu m-am nascut sa plec urechea la aberatii, am picioarele poate prea bine infipte in realitate ca sa cred in povesti, cred in puterea mea de a merge mai departe, cred in regulile mele, pentru ca sunt ALE MELE... Poftim, libera mea initiativa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-447227307553458930?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/447227307553458930/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=447227307553458930' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/447227307553458930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/447227307553458930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SxL4LDUp_hI/AAAAAAAAAWI/LAMNTbuQEsY/s72-c/Sin_City_by_hallopino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-9107401736817548693</id><published>2009-11-24T20:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:39:16.444+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu poti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SwwoTWtaXeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/I1WJ30sKkgs/s1600/Wild_by_victorstd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SwwoTWtaXeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/I1WJ30sKkgs/s400/Wild_by_victorstd8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407741565543800290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca stam mai bine si ne gandim, nu suntem chiar asa de emancipati, in unele cazuri ne asemanam prea mult cu animalele. Ne limitam la instincte si actionam fara a ne gandi de doua ori, chiar daca de multe ori regretam dupa.&lt;br /&gt;Asa si cu animalele, crezi ca stau sa se gandeasca? Crezi ca o leoaica infometata va fi oprita de constiinta sa nu omoare o biata gazela? Daca la ea e vorba de instinctul supravietuirii, la noi e putin mai complex. Noua orgoliul, ba chiar nebunia ne impinge la fapte mai putin umane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca am invatat sa ne controlam, poate ca incercam sa "intoarcem si celalalt obraz", dar avem o limita, o limita peste care trecem cu totii intr-un moment sau altul al vietii, fie ca &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strigam, urlam, injuram, batem sau chiar omoram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, de exemplu, de fiecare data cand au incercat diferiti indivizi sa ma "schimbe", sa ma "imblanzeasca" mi-au activat automant instinctul de aparare a ceea ce sunt si ce reprezint pentru mine si pentru cei la care tin.&lt;br /&gt;Unii oameni nu vor putea fi niciodata imblanziti, cum nici un pradator nu va lua cina cu ceea ce se presupune ca ar fi masa...&lt;br /&gt;N-am sa tac niciodata, n-am sa-ti insir sute de calitati cand ai numai defecte, n-am sa ma port frumos doar pentru ca asa trebuie, n-am sa iti zambesc bland cand gandurile mele sunt mai mult decat murdare, n-am sa sting lumina pentru ca imi place ce vad in oglinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Increderea in tine conteaza cel mai mult, nu va mai fi nevoie sa te duci pe munte, il poti chema si va veni in 2 secunde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-9107401736817548693?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/9107401736817548693/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=9107401736817548693' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/9107401736817548693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/9107401736817548693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/11/nu-poti.html' title='Nu poti'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SwwoTWtaXeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/I1WJ30sKkgs/s72-c/Wild_by_victorstd8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-3953822929986380154</id><published>2009-11-23T19:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:05:54.558+02:00</updated><title type='text'>N-am ce sa scriu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SwrO-SoEViI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_jcBcHx6jTo/s1600/_love__by_gggirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SwrO-SoEViI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_jcBcHx6jTo/s400/_love__by_gggirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407361872158807586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand esti plin de ganduri negre, cand suferi, esti suparat, trist, fara chef, cand ai ceva pe suflet, dar n-ai cui sa-i zici... Scrii... Cel putin eu scriu!&lt;br /&gt;Cand... Toate incep sa se aseze la locul lor, nu stai toata ziua in casa plangandu-ti de mila, scriind posturi peste posturi, incercand sa trimiti un mesaj celor care te-au ranit... Incepi sa te bucuri de fiecare moment! Pentru ca nu se stie cand vei mai fi asa de fericit, nu se stie cat va dura, sti doar ca nu vei uita niciodata sentimentele astea placute care te-au cuprins si pe care le-ai pastra PE VECI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E frumos sa fi indragostit!... O spune toata lumea... De fapt e cel mai frumos sentiment posibil. Pentru ce sa ma apuc sa scriu cand stiu ca nu ma vor intelege restul, poate doar EL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being together is all that I want in this life... It's like you're running through my veins with a drop of adrenaline that keeps me alive... Your love gives me the strenght to carry on when I feel down, makes me humble when I don't want to bow, you make me believe that someone, somewhere exists, who will always take care of us..&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that the word "end" has no meaning to us. We don't have an ending, we'll always have beginnings... A beginning of a new life,together, always and forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-3953822929986380154?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/3953822929986380154/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=3953822929986380154' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3953822929986380154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3953822929986380154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/11/n-am-ce-sa-scriu.html' title='N-am ce sa scriu...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SwrO-SoEViI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_jcBcHx6jTo/s72-c/_love__by_gggirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-3147146734395548477</id><published>2009-11-12T23:37:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:29:58.861+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Best feeling ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SvyL_nmxPFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/cxd791J-QCM/s1600-h/lovers_by_BtweenUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SvyL_nmxPFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/cxd791J-QCM/s400/lovers_by_BtweenUS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403347578017365074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine ar fi crezut?...&lt;br /&gt;Numar orele, minutele, cu secundele e mai greu, insa... Abia astept sa te vad! Maine,poimaine, mereu, noi doi, doar noi doi, si discutiile la felinar, cand se apropie 5 jumate si se intuneca, o ea care zice neata chiar si cand e seara, si un el mereu bucuros ca ea ii e alaturi, zambitoare si radiind de iubire...&lt;br /&gt;Nu e pasiune, nu e iubire, nu e dragoste, nu e prietenie, e un amalgam...&lt;br /&gt;Da, iubite, as putea sa insir mii de cuvinte, care mai de care, alese pe spranceana, si tot nu as putea sa exprim siguranta, linistea, caldura, naivitatea, puritatea iubirii tale fata de mine! Iubire pe care nu o ascunzi, nu e prefacuta, e adevarata si o simt in fiecare celula... De as putea sa ma confund cu tine, sa devenim 2 in 1 la propriu, de as putea sa ma opresc din plans,un plans de fericire, de as putea sa strig lumii intregi: "L-AM GASIT, IN SFARSIT!"...&lt;br /&gt;Mama mi-ar zice... Ai doar 17 ani, ce sa sti tu?...&lt;br /&gt;Poate stiu ce nu stiti voi, poate am gasit cheia fericirii, care spre uimirea voastra, nu e nimic material, e siguranta zilei de maine,e siguranta ca si maine va fi al meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lumea toata ar putea sa se destrame in jurul meu, nimic nu mai conteaza, atata timp cat esti langa mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vei fi lumea mea, sprijinul meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc, te iubesc, te iubesc, te iubesc, te iubesc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-3147146734395548477?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/3147146734395548477/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=3147146734395548477' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3147146734395548477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3147146734395548477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-feeling-ever.html' title='Best feeling ever.'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SvyL_nmxPFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/cxd791J-QCM/s72-c/lovers_by_BtweenUS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-5289208981347468440</id><published>2009-11-11T10:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:47:40.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru tine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SvsirtSRbdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/C1T-GJitYvg/s1600-h/Lovers_by_Ithylia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SvsirtSRbdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/C1T-GJitYvg/s400/Lovers_by_Ithylia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402950312246996434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A aparut soarele, asa am aparut si noi doi, deodata, fara planuri, fara vise, fara lacrimi,nimic premeditat, doar rasete... Imi ajungea un semn de viata din partea ta ca sa stiu ca  singurul pe care mi-l doresc langa mine, cat mai mult posibil, esti tu.&lt;br /&gt;Ar fi trebuit sa fie simplu, eu si tu, nimeni altcineva, pana la sfarsit... Ar fi trebuit sa fie liniste, nu adunatura asta de zumzaituri nesimtite.  Dar uite ca singurul sentiment perfect este iubirea, care nu stiu prin ce incurcatura, incrutisare, imbratisare ne-a unit, si ne face dependenti unul de altul. De ce? Nici eu nu stiu. Cum s-a ajuns aici? Nu-mi pasa! Ma bucur de tot, secunda cu secunda...&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca inainte am gresit mult, stiu ca ajunsesem sa apar o iubire care exista DOAR in mintea mea, dar iubirea ta e dincolo de orice imaginatie, e dincolo de orice simtire cunoscuta de sufletul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Indiferent de ce se va intampla, stiu ca locul meu e  langa tine, stiu ca NIMENI nu va mai putea sa ne desparta!&lt;br /&gt;Poate e prea devreme, poate ma grabesc, nu-mi pasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No comment)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-5289208981347468440?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/5289208981347468440/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=5289208981347468440' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5289208981347468440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5289208981347468440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/11/pentru-tine.html' title='Pentru tine...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SvsirtSRbdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/C1T-GJitYvg/s72-c/Lovers_by_Ithylia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-5079929328573029696</id><published>2009-11-06T21:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:23:32.019+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E ciudat, stii?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SvSFMQukWAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/sgNVDbWYNK0/s1600-h/The_Outsider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SvSFMQukWAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/sgNVDbWYNK0/s400/The_Outsider.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401088298819278850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multe, multe, multe, muuuulte lucruri sunt ciudate... Cuvantul ciudat cred ca s-a inventat pentru lucrurile care nu sunt nici bune, nici rele, nu-ti vine sa plangi, nici sa razi, poate o grimasa ceva, dar nimic mai mult. La lucrurile ciudate nici macar nu sti cum sa reactionezi la prima vedere, pentru ca nu le-ai mai intalnit... Nu sti nici macar ce simti, nici macar ce ai trebui sa simti... Nu prea sti nimic... Taci, privesti... Si te uimesti sau revolti dupa caz...&lt;br /&gt;Dar, ce spun? E interpretabil ciudatul, e relativ si diferit... N-avem aceeasi parere... Mi se pare ciudat sa stau, sa incerc un zambet, si totusi sa n-am cuvinte, sa nu pot sa comunic, sa nu pot sa zic "vreau/vin/plec si eu!"... Acum inteleg cum se poate simti un outsider... Un strain in alta tara... E acelasi lucru, nu va stiu limba, nu ma pot exprima, si daca incerc facand semne probabil ma si fac de ras...&lt;br /&gt;Mi se mai pare ciudat sa ma incerce o neincredere in anumite persoane... Sa le iau cuvintele ca un atac la persoana mea, cand poate nu e asa...  Mi se mai pare ciudat si cand exista a treia persoana intr-o relatie de doi... Gen fata ,baiatul si soacra, mereu acolo prezenta sa strige ce face gresit unul din ei... Ciudat mi se pare si cand... Nu mai poti sa te prefaci, cand esti suparat si numai poti sa pari in regula... De asemenea, si cand eviti un prieten, doar pentru ca n-ai tupeul sa-i spui in fata cu ce ai gresit sau i-ai gresit... Lasitatea unui prieten doare mai mult, si e ciudat... Ca nu sti ce sa faci, sa-i ceri socoteala sau sa-i astepti spovedania...&lt;br /&gt;Si sunt atatea si atatea... Mi se pare ciudat si ca suntem nemultumiti, si in loc sa ne multumim cu ce avem, vrem mai mult, mereu  mai mult, nu e gresit, decat pana la o limita... E gresit insa cand suntem nemultumiti de cel mai bun lucru care ni se putea intampla...&lt;br /&gt;Acum stiu ca niciun om nu e perfect, si nicio relatie nu e perfecta, si nu poate fi niciodata... Ca nici macar "alesul" nu va fi in intregime ce ti-ai dorit, si chiar de ar fi, mereu va exista o chichita care sa va pateze relatia cu imperfectiune...&lt;br /&gt;Totul e simplu, noi, oamenii complicam totul... Asa macar drumul spre moarte nu va fi monoton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px;"&gt;“We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly...”       Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-5079929328573029696?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/5079929328573029696/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=5079929328573029696' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5079929328573029696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5079929328573029696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-ciudat-stii.html' title='E ciudat, stii?'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SvSFMQukWAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/sgNVDbWYNK0/s72-c/The_Outsider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-5538921183870879038</id><published>2009-11-01T19:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:23:44.367+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rdfFroO67g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rdfFroO67g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-am cerut vreodata prea mult de la viata... In ultimul timp ceream doar liniste, pe care n-am avut-o...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-5538921183870879038?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/5538921183870879038/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=5538921183870879038' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5538921183870879038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5538921183870879038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/11/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-2423174531596081246</id><published>2009-10-29T19:28:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:02:36.709+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gresit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SurV1Xu0G-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/mv6yrNfMLfo/s1600-h/Have_a_cigar_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SurV1Xu0G-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/mv6yrNfMLfo/s400/Have_a_cigar_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398362216237112290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inchin ultimul pahar de durere,pentru fericirea mea de azi inainte. Nu-mi ramane decat sa renunt la o mica parte din placeri si sa-mi inabus orice aminitire legata de tine. Cand nu mai ai ce cauta in viata mea, nu mai revii, te pierzi usor prin umbre... Am stins de mult tigarea de dupa, vine o alta etapa...Pana la urma n-ai fost decat o iubire gresita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"-... Anuminte iubiri, cele gresite, sunt la fel ca tigarile: e mai bine sa te lasi.&lt;br /&gt;- Si cum faci sa-ti dai seama?&lt;br /&gt;- Iti dai seama cand respiri aerul curat si simti ca e diferit de fum, ca e bun... si intelegi ca e aerul curat de care ai nevoie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                   "Zodia indragostitilor" - Giulia Carcasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu e iubire atunci cand te obisnuiesti cu durerea, cu gelozia. Nu e iubire cand te hranesti cu suferinta ta.... Nu e iubire cand o cersesti, cand o farama data din mila e un colt de rai... Nu-mi ajunge, vreau mai mult, vreau TOT... Desi e urat afara, e ceata, e frig, am.... Am... O mana care ma ghideaza si nu-mi va da drumul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-2423174531596081246?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/2423174531596081246/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=2423174531596081246' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/2423174531596081246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/2423174531596081246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/10/gresit.html' title='Gresit!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SurV1Xu0G-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/mv6yrNfMLfo/s72-c/Have_a_cigar_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-7621031993509502743</id><published>2009-10-24T21:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:03:57.372+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu pot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SuNPjus8QII/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAm_LE0RETM/s1600-h/Tool_by_bordubi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SuNPjus8QII/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAm_LE0RETM/s400/Tool_by_bordubi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396244253770530946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avem prieteni, unii au multi, chiar foarte multi, altii 2 3, cert e ca sunt unele momente cand ai vrea sa spui, sa-ti spui oful, si simti ca nu poti sa spui niciunuia din ei... De ce? Pentru ca esti prea apropiata de ei, si desi se spune ca in fata unui prieten nu trebuie sa te prefaci ca esti dragut, exista insa o limita a bunului simt. Nu poti sa-i spui "fur, omor, insel".. Sau poate unii spun. Eu, cel putin nu as putea... Orgoliul mereu ma opreste sa-mi patez imaginea in fata celor mai buni prieteni... Stiu ca le-am ascuns mult, insa nimic nu i-ar fi afectat... Ce conteaza un secret in minus sau in plus, atata timp cat nu ii vizeaza pe ei? Si uite-ma din nou, singura intr-o camera plina de oameni, langa telefoane care suna, buzz-uri... Nu le aud, nu ma pasa, nu mai pot sa le raspund, nu stiu ce sa le raspund, nu pot recunoaste ceea ce am ajuns... Nu pot, condamnati-ma nestiind decat stiind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-7621031993509502743?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/7621031993509502743/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=7621031993509502743' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7621031993509502743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7621031993509502743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/10/nu-pot.html' title='Nu pot'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SuNPjus8QII/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAm_LE0RETM/s72-c/Tool_by_bordubi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-9098230600506067992</id><published>2009-10-22T19:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:54:31.346+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Foame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SuCOPlyBLsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/gSw_Pr2aThI/s1600-h/706146keg5v4vlrx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SuCOPlyBLsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/gSw_Pr2aThI/s400/706146keg5v4vlrx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395468752080940738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foame de tine. De noi... Nimic mai mult. Poate mai putin, mereu e mai putin decat mi-as fi imaginat. Tremur... Nu conteaza. Scap tigara...Vars sucu`. E doar un umar gol, nimic mai mult. Dorinta nu asteapta si cuvintele se impleticesc in sensul lor adevarat. Niciodata nu spunem exact ce gandim, iar cand o spunem o spunem fie prea vulgar, pervers, rautacios... Nu pot sa spun "te iubesc" cand de fapt nici "te ador" nu se apropie de adevaratul sentiment... Deci mint! Cateodata nu stiu ce sa spun, pentru ca nu s-au inventat cuvintele potrivite....&lt;br /&gt;Ce as putea face? Cand faptele sunt interzise si esti prea departe sa-ti arat...&lt;br /&gt;As vrea... Dar nu pot. Degeaba.... Mi-e frica de maine, poate apar faptele...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-9098230600506067992?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/9098230600506067992/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=9098230600506067992' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/9098230600506067992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/9098230600506067992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/10/foame.html' title='Foame'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SuCOPlyBLsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/gSw_Pr2aThI/s72-c/706146keg5v4vlrx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-8904303623135194621</id><published>2009-10-17T20:29:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:05:05.402+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiar asa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SttjGHY6FCI/AAAAAAAAATo/eBiMGYwyA8U/s1600-h/Proffesional_Sinner_by_deadrabbit13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 56px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SttjGHY6FCI/AAAAAAAAATo/eBiMGYwyA8U/s400/Proffesional_Sinner_by_deadrabbit13.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394013935420183586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi s-a intamplat vreodata sa va simtiti ultimul pacatos, iar cei din jurul tau sa para niste sfinti? Exagerez desigur... Sau poate nu. Nu v-a zis nimeni niciodata ca ati uitat valorile adevarate ale vietii si ca va complaceti in lucrurile rele, sa faceti rau?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Uneori cand vezi atata bine din partea acestor oameni, zici wtf? Let`s try it! Pana realizezi ca...Binele nu e de tine, ca orice ai face sa te indrepti nu poti, ca o parte din tine va ramane mereu rea, foarte rea.&lt;br /&gt;E ceva gresit? E ceva gresit in faptul ca nu-mi ascund adevarata fata, si ca nu sunt o ipocrita?&lt;br /&gt;Ati putea sa va prefaceti ca sustineti o cauza, fara sa credeti cu adevarat in ea? (excludem politicienii ca altfel as primii o groaza de "da"-uri...)&lt;br /&gt;In final, ramane o singura intrebare: esti bun sau rau?  Ce prostie! Niciunu dintre noi nu suntem nici buni si nici rai in totalitate(sper). Nu ai niciun drept sa ma faci rea, doar pentru ca nu mi-ai vazut partea buna. Nu e corect sa ma faci buna, doar pentru ca nu am fost rea cu tine. De fapt... Suntem oameni, si prin asta intelegem un singur lucru, ne-am nascut buni... Dar ne-am stricat pe drum. E chiar asa un pacat de neiertat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In their look is something so fucking strange... It`s like I`m the only sinner in the room and they are all saints."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-8904303623135194621?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/8904303623135194621/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=8904303623135194621' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8904303623135194621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8904303623135194621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/10/chiar-asa.html' title='Chiar asa?'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SttjGHY6FCI/AAAAAAAAATo/eBiMGYwyA8U/s72-c/Proffesional_Sinner_by_deadrabbit13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-598717924412123036</id><published>2009-10-12T19:17:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:11:46.273+03:00</updated><title type='text'>trist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/StibNaakMTI/AAAAAAAAATg/hvUvhbnCdi0/s1600-h/Kid_with_car_by_tylerdurnen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/StibNaakMTI/AAAAAAAAATg/hvUvhbnCdi0/s400/Kid_with_car_by_tylerdurnen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393231208507519282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand eram mica credeam ca daca bat din palme orice dorinta mi se va indeplini... Si am crescut si am realizat ca daca bat din palme, sunt penibila, imatura, si luata in baza. Dar ei nu inteleg, un copil ramane un copil, se razvrateste anilor care trec, care se astern pe fata... Uite un cos! NU! E imaginar, eu inca sunt mica... De unde cosuri?...&lt;br /&gt;Negarea nu dureaza, iar adevarul il descoperi dintrodata, cand incerci sa gasesti o scapare in vechile obiceiuri si totusi nimic nu se mai leaga. Nu te mai invita nimeni sa va jucati cu papusile, ci la o tigara. Si uite asa constati: " am crescut, damn it!". Vrei inapoi? Ramai cu dorinta, stai linistit...&lt;br /&gt;"Dar nu vreau....". Stiu ca nu vrei, nici eu nu vroiam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gata... S-a terminat... Ai alte vise acum, acum ai chiar ambitii, devii rau, pentru ca si lumea e rea...&lt;br /&gt;Unii dintre voi o sa va pierdeti pe drum... Poate o sa va reveniti sau poate NU... Altii o sa uite sa traiasca, iar unii o sa-si faca griji...&lt;br /&gt;Trist, nu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-598717924412123036?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/598717924412123036/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=598717924412123036' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/598717924412123036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/598717924412123036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/10/trist.html' title='trist...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/StibNaakMTI/AAAAAAAAATg/hvUvhbnCdi0/s72-c/Kid_with_car_by_tylerdurnen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-5362975055940184464</id><published>2009-10-10T23:29:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:12:41.716+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Da...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/StD4S3REcnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/lVw2Z8mpy6c/s1600-h/ALONE_by_agie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/StD4S3REcnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/lVw2Z8mpy6c/s400/ALONE_by_agie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391081756919362162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu e prima data cand vroiam sa fiu singura. Stiam ca singura modalitate de a ma linistii e o doza mare de singuratate. Nu ma deranja, ba chiar imi facea placere, vantul de octombrie, nasul rosu, eu cu mine si...Lacrimi? Ce conteaza?...&lt;br /&gt;- Hey!&lt;br /&gt;"Credeam ca nu ma cunoaste nimeni prin zona asta... Se pare ca m-am inselat!"&lt;br /&gt;- Buna, Mihai!&lt;br /&gt;- Te-am vazut si vroiam sa vad ce mai...faci!? Plangi?&lt;br /&gt;- Aveam de gand sa fiu singura, asa ca nu te supara dar as vrea sa raman singura.&lt;br /&gt;- Tu chiar crezi ca o sa plec  si o sa te las asa?&lt;br /&gt;- Mi-as dori din tot sufletul!&lt;br /&gt;- Stii... Durerea poate fi mai usor de suportat daca o imparti.&lt;br /&gt;- Impart doar cuvinte, Mihai. Nu ai de unde sa simti ce simt eu acum... Si chiar de ai simtii, nu m-ai face deloc sa ma simt mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;- Incearca! Pentru ce sa te inchizi? Crezi ca daca nu arati nimanui cat de mult suferi, daca te prefaci, o sa te simti mai bine?&lt;br /&gt;- O sa ma simt mai bine cand o sa vad ca nu incearca nimeni sa-mi ofere vreo batista sau nu o sa-mi arate nicio urma de compatimire.&lt;br /&gt;- Ei bine, eu te compatimesc pentru gandirea asta.&lt;br /&gt;- HA! Multumesc, acum poti pleca.&lt;br /&gt;- Imi pare rau pentru tine! Nu te uita asa la mine. Trist este acela care nu e in stare sa-si arate adevaratele sentimente... Dar asta nu o inteleg lasii...&lt;br /&gt;- Acum sunt si lasa?&lt;br /&gt;- Nici n-ai idee...&lt;br /&gt;- Doar pentru ca nu vreau sa ma plang de problemele mele, pentru ca nu am incredere in nimeni ca sa pot impartasi o parte din viata mea? Cati crezi ca isi spun problemele la persoane cvasi-necunoscute?&lt;br /&gt;- Crezi ca esti singura?&lt;br /&gt;- DA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-5362975055940184464?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/5362975055940184464/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=5362975055940184464' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5362975055940184464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5362975055940184464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/10/da.html' title='Da...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/StD4S3REcnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/lVw2Z8mpy6c/s72-c/ALONE_by_agie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-1767489675384572295</id><published>2009-10-06T19:53:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:39:19.987+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh..De ce?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sst_nd9DZ4I/AAAAAAAAASw/oWH0SnYKH5w/s1600-h/GLAM_by_koanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sst_nd9DZ4I/AAAAAAAAASw/oWH0SnYKH5w/s400/GLAM_by_koanne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389541695111260034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nedreptati vedem zilnic, pe strada, la scoala/facultate/servici, la tv, pe net... PESTE TOT!&lt;br /&gt;Eh, ce daca vecinu o rupe in bataie pe vecina ca nu i-a facut 4 cartofi ci doar 3, ca deh, omu` e nesatul, el aduce banu` in casa(ba pe naiba!)?&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma declar feminista, poate ca sunt in unele momente(momente ca acestea).&lt;br /&gt;Subminarea femeii e de cand ma stiu. Parca aud vorbele unui prieten: " esti fata n-ai voie x,y,z!".&lt;br /&gt;Oooo da, si traim in secolul 21, traiasca emanciparea femeii in lesa barbatului!&lt;br /&gt;N-ai simtit, ca fata/femeie pe pielea ta discriminarea ca esti de sex feminin? Cum te iau toti la misto pe strada, PENTRU CA POT, pentru ca esti slaba si nu prea poti sa te aperi cu tot cu orele tale de karate.&lt;br /&gt;Tind insa sa nu mai critic, si opresc subiectivitatea aici!&lt;br /&gt;Pentru "sexul tare" suntem categorisite simplu: urate si frumoase. Alea urate, proaste, destepte nu prea conteaza...Iar cele frumoase...Hmm... C*rve? Majoritatea sau chiar 90%...&lt;br /&gt;Mai exista si femeile "imposibile" care le cam au pe toate, frumusete si inteligenta.(Generalizez).&lt;br /&gt;INSA! Din ce in ce mai des aud de la baieti/barbati " toate sunteti la fel".Cum? "C*rve", "pe interes"(gen manele asa) etc.&lt;br /&gt;HA! Ne meritam numele. Cate fete nu vezi/auzi ca vor baieti cu bani si masina de fite(SI ATAT). Pai, bai fata mea, tu nu ai creier? Tu nu sti sa te ridici? Sa faci ceva cu viata ta inafara sa te oferi pentru... Ceva ce e trecator pana la urma. Cocalaru` o sa se sature de tine(ca deh ai un termen de valabilitate), odata cu cocalaru`  se duc si banii tai si plimbarile cu masinuta. Vai! Iti cauti altu` 100%. Si tot asa...Pana chiar expiri(peste tot si de tot)...&lt;br /&gt;Nu zic ca toate sunt asa, zic doar ce vad, 7 fete din 10 bag mana in foc ca gandesc asa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi... Vecinu` n-are niciun drept sa ceara de la alta persoana care lucreaza la fel de mult ca el ceea ce el insasi nu e in stare sa faca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Iata o carte recent citita pe care o... 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"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-1767489675384572295?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/1767489675384572295/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=1767489675384572295' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1767489675384572295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1767489675384572295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/10/ehde-ce.html' title='Eh..De ce?'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sst_nd9DZ4I/AAAAAAAAASw/oWH0SnYKH5w/s72-c/GLAM_by_koanne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-8854160658475359091</id><published>2009-10-04T01:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:25:13.168+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me father `cause I have sinned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SsfPPxC81eI/AAAAAAAAASk/7JfrZJxjhCc/s1600-h/Sin_Rough_by_Liol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SsfPPxC81eI/AAAAAAAAASk/7JfrZJxjhCc/s400/Sin_Rough_by_Liol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388503348942788066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecutul ne poate afecta viitorul, cu totii stim asta(cred)!&lt;br /&gt;Dar cati dintre noi traim acum si ne gandim la maine in acelasi timp? Cati va ganditi "vere daca fac asta o sa ma afecteze mai tarziu?"?&lt;br /&gt;Eu una am tendinta sa traiesc pentru maine, nu pentru momentul "vorbirii". Vorbesc despre viitor, planuri peste planuri, dorinte, vise...&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb cate dintre ele se vor concretiza...&lt;br /&gt;Si... Ca orice om, am un trecut mai mult sau mai putin pacatos, e al meu si... Fie ca vreau fie ca nu, daca nu ma doboara Alzheimer-ul, o sa traiesc cu el toata viata...&lt;br /&gt;Am gresit, nu mult, destul pentru varsta mea... Mi-am repetat greseala si mi-a placut, am facut rau, prea mult, mi-am facut rau in mod deliberat... Si totusi parca n-as regreta nicio minciuna, nicio privire rautacioasa, nicio jignire...&lt;br /&gt;Unii nu le-ati meritat, altii ati fi meritat mai mult, dar deh inca mai lucrez la dozaj.&lt;br /&gt;Pana in prezent nu-mi e rusine cu nicio parte a trecutului meu, pentru ca stiu ca daca as fi procedat altfel as fi fost alta, nu cea de acum... Tin sa cred ca mi-am invatat lectia, ca pe zi ce trece sunt un om mai bun(in termenii mei si limita mea).&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi-as schimba modul de gandire decat in cazul cand apar anumiti "ghimpi". Atunci revin la levelul anterior, cu experienta mai putina, cu mai putina minte, dar cu siguranta cu mai mult tupeu si...Arme.&lt;br /&gt;Dramatizez!&lt;br /&gt;Mai pe scurt, cand iti spun nu te baga, a doua oara nu iti mai zic...&lt;br /&gt;Pana atunci, gresiti, invatati, aveti o viata, traiti-o cu cap si fara. Depinde de moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-8854160658475359091?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/8854160658475359091/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=8854160658475359091' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8854160658475359091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8854160658475359091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/10/forgive-me-father-cause-i-have-sinned.html' title='Forgive me father `cause I have sinned...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SsfPPxC81eI/AAAAAAAAASk/7JfrZJxjhCc/s72-c/Sin_Rough_by_Liol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-2403004693935674990</id><published>2009-10-02T21:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:10:45.472+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Total absolut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SsZQLBvL8qI/AAAAAAAAASc/d2P1v5hoJLw/s1600-h/d0ef58549d03d896e75fa5b589dc692c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 49px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SsZQLBvL8qI/AAAAAAAAASc/d2P1v5hoJLw/s400/d0ef58549d03d896e75fa5b589dc692c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388082154570511010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fericirea din pacate vine, sta prea putin si apoi... Pleaca... In tarile calde cred... Cert e ca... Nu ramane, iar momentele fericite ne parasesc prea repede, in momentul nepotrivit si... Dupa ce trec simt ca parca a trecut o secunda... Cea mai scurta secunda...&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta se poate numi partea roz a vietii... O pata in viata fiecaruia - fericirea -.&lt;br /&gt;Ca si viata, asteptati-va din moment in moment sa se termine, dar bucurati-va de ea din plin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span&gt;Cu mine se petrece ceva...O viaţă de om."   Marin Sorescu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: La multi ani, Mada!&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/3307965495846799509-2403004693935674990?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/2403004693935674990/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=2403004693935674990' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/2403004693935674990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/2403004693935674990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/10/total-absolut.html' title='Total absolut!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SsZQLBvL8qI/AAAAAAAAASc/d2P1v5hoJLw/s72-c/d0ef58549d03d896e75fa5b589dc692c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-7562187857359145974</id><published>2009-09-27T12:50:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:06:38.602+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Decizii decizii...NU STIU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sr8457xzp5I/AAAAAAAAASU/WtZthrF5to4/s1600-h/Decision_by_Illuziaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sr8457xzp5I/AAAAAAAAASU/WtZthrF5to4/s320/Decision_by_Illuziaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386086247308699538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce totul trebuie sa fie asa de greu? De ce cresc si realizez ca... Nu-mi stiu drumul, ca unii imi zic stanga, dreapta, ocoleste, mergi drept, intoarce-te... Ar trebui sa ma gandesc la drumul pe care il vreau eu, dar cand nu il stiu? Cand chiar nu stiu ce e mai bine pentru mine? Atunci ce fac? Ma ascund intr-o pestera pana aflu? Sau dau piept unei lumi care ma face indecisa si ca "nu stiu pe ce planeta traiesc"? Si daca as putea-o s-o infrunt, cum as face-o? NU STIU!&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu pentru ce sa lupt... NU STIU!&lt;br /&gt;Totul e... In ceata, de fapt nu vad nimic, e negru... E ca si cum as fi prinsa in somn, nu pot sa visez, dar nici  ochii nu pot sa-i deschid. Imi simt pleoapele grele, nu de la somn, de la plans, de la atatea si atatea ganduri care ma framanta, de la decizia pe care trebuie s-o iau si NU O STIU...&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca lumea aia " a celor mari" a devenit si lumea mea... Si... Poate ca o infrunt gresit comportandu-ma ca un copil. E logic ca nu ma intelege nimeni...&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui sa renunt la vechile credinte in Mos Craciun si in miracole si sa spun "buna" realitatii. Care nu e roz...HA! Nici pe departe... E gri, toate nuantele de gri... Altceva nu gasesti.&lt;br /&gt;Se merita? N-ai ce face... Traiesti. Poate fi un chin sau un dar, depinde de tine... Va veni o zi cand... Iti vei pierde si suportul financiar pe care il aveai de mic si va trebui singur sa... Iti castigi painea... Fie ca te simti in stare sau nu...TREBUIE s-o faci... Trebuie doar sa faci alegerea potrivita la timpul potrivit... Chiar daca NU STI ce sa alegi si nici NU STI cand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-7562187857359145974?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/7562187857359145974/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=7562187857359145974' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7562187857359145974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7562187857359145974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/09/decizii-deciziinu-stiu.html' title='Decizii decizii...NU STIU!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sr8457xzp5I/AAAAAAAAASU/WtZthrF5to4/s72-c/Decision_by_Illuziaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-4734575307657908866</id><published>2009-09-23T18:25:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:00:38.434+03:00</updated><title type='text'>E deschisa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SrpGEoJUFoI/AAAAAAAAASM/Pdnk_b8YkjI/s1600-h/Walk_away____by_billysphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SrpGEoJUFoI/AAAAAAAAASM/Pdnk_b8YkjI/s320/Walk_away____by_billysphoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384693349784753794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ce e cu tine? Esti tacuta, nu mai ai zambetul tau, nu mai razi, traiai din ras... Acum?&lt;br /&gt;- Acum traiesc cu lacrimi inecate si adunate.... E ceva gresit?&lt;br /&gt;- De ce? Ce te-a schimbat? Cine ti-a racit suflarea, de ce numai ai mainile calde? De ce nu mai tresari la sarutul meu?&lt;br /&gt;- Pastreaza distanta... Nu te mai vreau.&lt;br /&gt;- Iubito, glumesti!&lt;br /&gt;- Mi-as dori sa glumesc, dar asa cum m-am izolat de toti, te voi parasi si pe tine asa cum altii si altele la randul lor m-au parasit pe mine, alta explicatie nu am. Vreau sa suferiti cat am suferit si eu... Desi stiu ca sunt o persoana prea putin importanta pentru vietile voastre, mandria mea vrea sa va faca un rau si...Ghici ce? O s-o las... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ati&lt;/span&gt; contat prea mult pentru mine, iar eu pentru voi prea putin... M-am trezit la realitatea asta si...Nu! Nu e &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;roz&lt;/span&gt; deloc... E &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;gri&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;- E un pic din amandoua... Cazi dintr-o extrema in alta... Inainte nu erai constanta in stari, acum nici in sentimente? Vrei sa spui ca azi ma iubesti maine ma vei uri? Poti sa afirmi asta?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu, poate ca n-am iubit niciodata... La asta te-ai gandit?&lt;br /&gt;- Prostii!!&lt;br /&gt;- Mai mult nu am ce zice. Nu ma cauta si... Mult noroc... Si dragoste, multa...&lt;br /&gt;- Stii ca e o alta pasa proasta, stii ca gresesti grav! Nu renunta la noi, o data cu noi se va duce si o parte din tine.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu mai sunt nici pe sfert... Nu mai sunt intreaga, v-ati luat toti bucatelele si ati plecat...&lt;br /&gt;- Voi ramane mereu langa tine chiar daca nu ma vrei. Un lucru nu il poti intelege... Te iubesc! Te iubesc! Te iubesc! Te iubesc! Ti-as zice intr-una... Poate ca ai dreptate, poate ca nu ai iubit niciodata, pentru ca daca ai fi iubit n-ai fi parasit... Cum imi faci mie acum...&lt;br /&gt;- Lasa-ma sa plec!&lt;br /&gt;- Usa e deschisa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-4734575307657908866?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/4734575307657908866/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=4734575307657908866' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/4734575307657908866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/4734575307657908866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-deschisa.html' title='E deschisa....'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SrpGEoJUFoI/AAAAAAAAASM/Pdnk_b8YkjI/s72-c/Walk_away____by_billysphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-3390197033661777607</id><published>2009-09-22T14:39:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:17:57.236+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nimic nou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SroR7bBLm5I/AAAAAAAAASE/jup_iP9w5Sk/s1600-h/Sad_by_bippla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SroR7bBLm5I/AAAAAAAAASE/jup_iP9w5Sk/s320/Sad_by_bippla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384636017037515666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu prea stiu cu ce sa incep, insa stiu cu ce sa termin. Nu tot timpul stim cum sa incepem, dar ne ia inceputul inainte si ne trezim pe la...cuprins... Insa deznodamatul il putem sti, ne putem astepta la  multe, dar exista si rasturnari de situatie... Inceputul meu care e? M-am nascut... Am ales eu asta? Nu... Primii ani, nu mi-i mai amintesc, deci inseamna ca nu stiam pe ce planeta traiesc si ce rost am... Macar acum stiu ca sunt pe Terra, iar rostul... Inca are un semn de intrebare... Poate o sa-l aibe toata viata...Sau poate nu. Incerc sa-l caut, DOAR eu, restul acum nu mai conteaza.&lt;br /&gt;Am pierdut prea mult, prea multe ca sa mai pot privii in spate... Tot ce stiu e ca... Indiferent de situatie eu... Voi ramane mereu cu...Mine, si e un gand destul de incurajator avand in vedere ca multi se pierd si ajung sa nu mai stie cine sunt...&lt;br /&gt;Ei, bine eu stiu cine sunt, persoanele din jurul meu mi-au devenit necunoscute prin simplul fapt ca nu ma asteptam la reactiile lor...&lt;br /&gt;Inchei, cum am promis, prin a spune(nimic nou) ca... Atunci cand e vorba de ajutor, nimeni nu ti-l ofera gratis si in adancul lor sau chiar la suprafata, vor ceva in schimb... Incercati totusi sa ajutati, fara sa se afle... E mai bine pentru toti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-3390197033661777607?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/3390197033661777607/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=3390197033661777607' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3390197033661777607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3390197033661777607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/09/nimic-nou.html' title='Nimic nou.'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SroR7bBLm5I/AAAAAAAAASE/jup_iP9w5Sk/s72-c/Sad_by_bippla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-3371267372706062988</id><published>2009-09-21T18:30:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:30:38.134+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Te injunghie pe la spate....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SreqJQG6krI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zN2XFPL3Gjg/s1600-h/_Hate__by_Maanesten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SreqJQG6krI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zN2XFPL3Gjg/s320/_Hate__by_Maanesten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383958955464233650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incep in forta prin a afirma, fara niciun stres si nicio suparare vizibila: prietenii sunt de cacat! Desigur, poate e doar o afirmatie de moment, o reactie tarzie sau chiar un adevar trist...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt oameni si prietenii astia, deci rezulta ca... Te pot mintii, pot da cu tine de pereti, te pot rani, iti pot fura iubitii/iubitele, te pot manipula, insela, trada, te pot face sa razi, dar si sa plangi...&lt;br /&gt;Si pana la urma... Stam si ne gandim, daca alaturi de oameni nu putem trai, atunci cu cine? Ce bine imi pare ca am un caine! Macar tace... Si daca nu-i convine ceva, sa fi sigur ca latra, nu te minte. Daca nu-i place cum te porti cu el te musca, pe fata, cu un marait inainte drept amenintare, nu te injunghie pe la spate... Iar cand... Esti in pericol, fi sigur ca va fi acolo luandu-ti apararea, ba chiar punandu-se el in fata ta...&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine, asa sunt prietenii vostri? Sigur? Ia mai ganditi-va... Eu m-am trezit cu un " nu-mi pasa...", poate primiti si voi la fel...&lt;br /&gt;Nu astept prea multe ca sa mi se taie de tine ca prieten... Stiu ca pleaca, si vin altii. Iar dezamagirea mai mare este atunci cand ma asteptam sa-ti pese, si tie... DELOC!&lt;br /&gt;Pai multumesc, o sa tin minte cuvintele astea, si o iau de la capat... Adica ce as putea face? Sa astept? Sa zic, ah e o pasa proasta, o sa-i treaca... O sa astept sa treaca, sa-i treaca, poate n-o sa-mi treaca mie atunci...&lt;br /&gt;Nu primesc critici la acest post personal, dar poate are si o parte din povestea voastra. Greu gasesti prieteni adevarati, iar in momentul in care vezi ca nu va dura prietenia asta, ca atarna asa de  un telefon ca altfel uitati unul de altul, e mai bine sa pui punct si... virgula... Pentru ca va urma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-3371267372706062988?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/3371267372706062988/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=3371267372706062988' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3371267372706062988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/3371267372706062988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/09/te-injunghie-pe-la-spate.html' title='Te injunghie pe la spate....'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SreqJQG6krI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zN2XFPL3Gjg/s72-c/_Hate__by_Maanesten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-7296223346902613987</id><published>2009-09-20T01:03:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:27:50.906+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Te mai bagi mult?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SrVahcBslTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/On02k22L7aQ/s1600-h/Fight_by_MCRomance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SrVahcBslTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/On02k22L7aQ/s320/Fight_by_MCRomance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383308460096787762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm... Numai daca as putea sa scap de suflarea ta, care ma persecuta oriunde as merge..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persoanele bagacioase cu sau fara motiv, ar fi trebuit, macar in Evul Mediu sa fie SPANZURATE!&lt;br /&gt;De ce? Pai... Poate ca ati auzit de eternele intrebari ce?cum?unde?de ce?cine? mai ales cand "cine" devii tu,un "tu" obsesiv, de care nu se mai satura...&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientele unui bagacios? Hmm... Mereu sa-ti faci simtita prezenta, fie ca esti la 1000 de km departare, sa... Sti data, ora si LOCUL unde este acel "tu", sa te bagi pe sub pielea apropiatilor lui "tu", in fine, sa ajungi un total loser a carui viata se invarte in jurul...Cui? Lui "tu" desigur...&lt;br /&gt;Inteleg, ti s-a facut rau? Ai plans? Esti enervat? Vrei razbunare? Si crezi ca daca faci pe disperatu` o sa te bage cineva in seama? Sau ca... II atragi atentia lui..."tu"? Aaaa, da, scuze probabil vei crede ca iti dau atentie... Dar... NU! Esti uitat, un... Disperat uitat si de "tu" si de mine...&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, nu e bine ceea ce faci si cum o faci... Probabil ca da, e o amenintare, STAI DEPARTE!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-7296223346902613987?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/7296223346902613987/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=7296223346902613987' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7296223346902613987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7296223346902613987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/09/te-mai-bagi-mult.html' title='Te mai bagi mult?'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SrVahcBslTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/On02k22L7aQ/s72-c/Fight_by_MCRomance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-7218717756333352401</id><published>2009-09-19T00:59:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:19:16.826+03:00</updated><title type='text'>`cause this is freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SrQHHGXbBGI/AAAAAAAAARs/NpBL-h2WE0o/s1600-h/Freedom_by_Morphinez_moi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SrQHHGXbBGI/AAAAAAAAARs/NpBL-h2WE0o/s320/Freedom_by_Morphinez_moi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382935273163916386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand intri intr-o lume total diferita de a ta, primul impuls este fie sa te schimbi sa devii ca "ei", fie te revolti contrariat. O cale la mijloc nu e, decat sa iti recunosti greselile si sa te caiesti pentru ele(la suprafata), fie sa zici "nu-mi pasa, am drumul meu, il urmez in continuare, ce a fost, a fost".&lt;br /&gt;Cei care ne revoltam, nu suntem rebeli, nu suntem nebuni, suntem oameni din exterior, ne poti invinovati cu ceva?A nu se intelege gresit: revolta nu este egal cu discriminare, nici pe departe!&lt;br /&gt;Nu am de gand sa ma lupt cu morile de vant, nu se poate, chiar ne depaseste, nu avem de ales, decat sa... Urmam turma... Desi niciodata nu va fi o daruire completa sau poate ca va fi... Din partea mea nu va fi... Ce este salbatic, este doar aparent domesticit, mereu va fi o samanta de... sete pentru libertate, libertatea de a simti, a iubi complet, a spune ce gandesti, a crede in neincredere, a uri...&lt;br /&gt;Te aventurezi intr-o constrangere sau in libertatea ta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-7218717756333352401?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/7218717756333352401/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=7218717756333352401' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7218717756333352401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7218717756333352401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/09/cause-this-is-freedom.html' title='`cause this is freedom'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SrQHHGXbBGI/AAAAAAAAARs/NpBL-h2WE0o/s72-c/Freedom_by_Morphinez_moi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-6930603764517799142</id><published>2009-09-12T22:45:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:19:52.405+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='te iubesc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un nou inceput'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schimbari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='castig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pentru tine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o noua poveste'/><title type='text'>Un nou...Inceput?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SqwskCtqUEI/AAAAAAAAARk/fPDn053D0Aw/s1600-h/Toamna_intinerita____by_frabatophotos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SqwskCtqUEI/AAAAAAAAARk/fPDn053D0Aw/s320/Toamna_intinerita____by_frabatophotos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380724652516200514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la prapastii, locuri si lucruri de neatins am ajuns la... un nou inceput. Dupa un sfarsit exista un inceput, mereu un inceput. Poate la fel, poate diferit, cert e ca este un inceput.&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa sper la un inceput de 1000 de ori mai bun decat cel anterior, si la un sfarsit indepartat si mai dulce.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-era dor de un nou inceput, de o imbratisare calda, de un "bine ai venit in viata mea!"...&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca e greu sa incepi altceva, stiu ca inca doare, stiu ca ai tendinta sa te reintorci in trecut, stiu, stiu... Atat de bine stiu...&lt;br /&gt;E dragut totusi cand vezi ca desi ai multe indoieli, cand il vezi... Parca dispar toate, parca sunteti doar voi doi si nimic nu mai conteaza. Nu, n-am renuntat la iubire, nu o sa renunt niciodata, mereu o sa cred in ea, indiferent de cate dezamagiri o sa am parte, le las in urma, merg mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;Ii vad pe toti cum se cearta, cum nu se mai inteleg "ca la inceput", imi amintesc ca ajunsesem si eu asa, dar acum... Ma bucur de "inceput", nimic nu se compara cu primul sarut, prima atingere, dorinta de a sti, de a cunoaste mai mult... Mai sti cum era sa vrei sa afli cat mai mult? Nu sa cauti ceva despre care sa mai vorbiti... Mai sti cum era sa vrei sa-l vezi? Cum abia asteptai sa vina ora aia? Nu cum abia te mai aranjai atunci cand trebuia sa va intalniti...&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa ma insel, stii? Poate poate o exista iubirea aia cand in fiecare zi e un nou inceput... Cand nu te saturi... Heh, ma uit prea mult la desene animate? " Au trait fericiti pana la adanci batraneti..." Mi-as dori...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-6930603764517799142?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/6930603764517799142/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=6930603764517799142' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/6930603764517799142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/6930603764517799142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/09/un-nouinceput.html' title='Un nou...Inceput?!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SqwskCtqUEI/AAAAAAAAARk/fPDn053D0Aw/s72-c/Toamna_intinerita____by_frabatophotos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-2520188244582266797</id><published>2009-09-10T20:15:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:20:43.883+03:00</updated><title type='text'>One day in september...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AJSYJNd6Aok&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AJSYJNd6Aok&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E trist. E toamna. Mi-e frig...&lt;br /&gt;ERA 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-2520188244582266797?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/2520188244582266797/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=2520188244582266797' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/2520188244582266797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/2520188244582266797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-day-in-september.html' title='One day in september...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-4488116168336715800</id><published>2009-09-09T11:48:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:54:46.750+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ca la gara'/><title type='text'>Pleaca, vin, e ca la gara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sqfr2yN0nVI/AAAAAAAAARc/9caYI6ovam4/s1600-h/Crowd_at_station_2_by_Zbysz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sqfr2yN0nVI/AAAAAAAAARc/9caYI6ovam4/s320/Crowd_at_station_2_by_Zbysz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379527606342557010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In drumul nostru catre... Viitor, multi vin si pleaca, se reintorc si ne parasesc pentru a nu stiu cata oara. Pentru altii, si noi la randul nostru am venit, am plecat, poate i-am uitat sau poate ne-am intors... Este totul un amalgan de sentimente, ura, iubire, dragoste frateasca sau pur respect.&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata vrem sa plece din viata noastra, cateodata ii vrem atat de rau inapoi incat de cele mai multe ori ne umilim cu un "intoarce-te!".&lt;br /&gt;Ai observat ca atunci cand ceri un sarut de "adio" sau orice altceva "pentru ultima data", nu e ultima data?&lt;br /&gt;Adio seamana cu niciodata, nu e sigur, asa ca de ce sa-l mai zici?&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi de ce plecam? De ce ne indepartam de cei pe care ii consideram apropiati? Ne-au gresit? Cat de grav? Nu... Ne-au uitat? Prietenia nu tine de cat de mult va vedeti, ci trebuie sa fii acolo cand e nevoie, macar cu sufletul si esti de mare ajutor... DE CE? Orgoliu? Ahaaaam, uite ca incepem sa ne dam seama de ce... Ne-am calcat pe coada fie reciproc fie doar unu pe celalalt...  Am intors spatele cand v-am cerut ajutorul? Cand trebuia sa ma iei de mana te-ai facut ca ploua?&lt;br /&gt;Poftim adevarate motive pentru care "plecam" si "plecati"...&lt;br /&gt;Prietenia adevarata e rara, stiu asta deja, majoritatea avem amici de consumatie, nimic mai "deep" de atat, asa ca daca pierdem unul vine un altul(prieten).&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui totusi sa fim constienti de care prieteni sa tinem... De cei care ne-au demonstrat deja ca orice ar fi sunt langa noi, cu noi.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-l plange ca a plecat, zambeste ca vine altul...&lt;br /&gt;Alt prieten, alte amintiri, pana la urma cu asta ramanem:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-4488116168336715800?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/4488116168336715800/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=4488116168336715800' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/4488116168336715800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/4488116168336715800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/09/pleaca-vin-e-ca-la-gara.html' title='Pleaca, vin, e ca la gara!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sqfr2yN0nVI/AAAAAAAAARc/9caYI6ovam4/s72-c/Crowd_at_station_2_by_Zbysz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-1590137194393000152</id><published>2009-09-06T15:27:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:11:10.574+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diferit'/><title type='text'>Diferit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SqO0gmLsHnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/M_tdewVdlBo/s1600-h/You_and_Me_by_Dimpled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SqO0gmLsHnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/M_tdewVdlBo/s320/You_and_Me_by_Dimpled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378340852108893810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Continui sa crezi ca suntem diferiti?&lt;br /&gt;- Suntem total diferiti...&lt;br /&gt;- Si atunci de ce ne intelegem asa bine?&lt;br /&gt;- A fi diferit de cineva nu e egal cu a nu te intelege cu acel cineva. Asta e diferenta. Iti place la mine ce nu vei vedea niciodata la tine, dar asta pana cand? Pana cand imi vei critica drumul atat de diferit de al tau, pana cand vom ajunge de mana la rascruce, iar eu, iti voi da drumul. Vei fi in stare sa ma urmezi pe un drum care este total impotriva perceptiilor tale?&lt;br /&gt;- Te-ai indragostit vreodata?&lt;br /&gt;- De unde pana unde intrebarea asta?&lt;br /&gt;- Daca te-ai fi indragostit pana acum ai fi realizat ca nu exista bariere de netrecut atata timp cat dupa ele se afla EA sau... In cazul tau, EL.&lt;br /&gt;- Cine imi ofera garantia ca EL va fi langa mine indiferent de bariere?&lt;br /&gt;- Nimeni. Trebuie sa sti tu, nu sa-ti zica altcineva.&lt;br /&gt;- As vrea sa stiu...&lt;br /&gt;- Ma vezi?... Sunt aici. Deschide ochii! Nici sa-i deschizi nu poti, te-a orbit mandria... Uita-te la mine! Ai impresia ca ti-as face vreun rau? Nu vreau si nu pot sa-ti fac niciun rau, de ce? Pentru ca nu sunt ca tine. Daca tu poti sa-i calci pe toti in picioare, uite ca eu nu pot.&lt;br /&gt;- Poate ca in asta consta superioritatea unora, ca sunt constienti ca pot face rau, dar aleg sa n-o faca...&lt;br /&gt;- Daca cineva va iesi sifonat din relatia asta eu sunt ala, nu tu, si chiar de ai fi tu nimeni nu si-ar da seama. Nu sunt prost, stiu in ce ma bag!&lt;br /&gt;- Poate sti in ce te bagi, dar nu recunosti ca te bagi...&lt;br /&gt;- Am recunoscut!&lt;br /&gt;- Nu ai recunoscut nimic. Si-au dat toti seama....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="t"&gt;"privirea ta, vorba ta, in sfarsit, toata persoana ta în prezenta mea nu era decat dragoste, tu erai atat de putin stapan pe tine insuti, incat chiar si persoana cea mai proasta stia ca esti indragostit de mine&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://autori.citatepedia.ro/de.php?a=Veronica+Micle"&gt;Veronica Micle&lt;/a&gt; în &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://surse.citatepedia.ro/din.php?a=Veronica+Micle&amp;amp;d=scrisoare+c%E3tre+Mihai+Eminescu"&gt;scrisoare către Mihai Eminescu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (19 februarie 1880)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-1590137194393000152?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/1590137194393000152/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=1590137194393000152' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1590137194393000152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1590137194393000152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/09/diferit.html' title='Diferit'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SqO0gmLsHnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/M_tdewVdlBo/s72-c/You_and_Me_by_Dimpled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-7917322120985642825</id><published>2009-09-05T01:09:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:17:52.915+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ezit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un nou inceput'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eviti'/><title type='text'>Secret...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SqGSAyMc76I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ZyPYTgiVP2g/s1600-h/Hot_Secret_by_BlaireGladwin.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SqGSAyMc76I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ZyPYTgiVP2g/s320/Hot_Secret_by_BlaireGladwin.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377739972228738978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ai venit...&lt;br /&gt;- M-ai chemat.&lt;br /&gt;- Dar era greu de crezut ca ai fi venit... Pentru ce? Pentru cine? Pentru mine...&lt;br /&gt;- Sunt aici!&lt;br /&gt;- Pentru cat timp?&lt;br /&gt;- Cat vei dori.&lt;br /&gt;- Minti!&lt;br /&gt;- N-as indrazni!&lt;br /&gt;- Nici macar asta nu faci! Uitasem... Tu nu faci nimic, iar daca faci... Te intrece si un melc!&lt;br /&gt;- Nu iar...&lt;br /&gt;- Iar eziti si eviti?&lt;br /&gt;- Da.&lt;br /&gt;- De ce?&lt;br /&gt;- Pentru ca nu vreau sa ma regreti.&lt;br /&gt;- Pentru ca nu vrei sa se afle!&lt;br /&gt;- Alexandra!&lt;br /&gt;- Cand te hotarasti, ma anunti, pana atunci stai departe, m-am saturat de sperante desarte...&lt;br /&gt;- Dar...&lt;br /&gt;- Niciun "dar", numai vreau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-7917322120985642825?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/7917322120985642825/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=7917322120985642825' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7917322120985642825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7917322120985642825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/09/secret.html' title='Secret...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SqGSAyMc76I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ZyPYTgiVP2g/s72-c/Hot_Secret_by_BlaireGladwin.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-5635857997583329096</id><published>2009-09-04T22:20:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:58:41.072+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iar...Septembrie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SqFxaii1jXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/LxSfa7BfrSo/s1600-h/Autumn_and_I_by_LonelyPierot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SqFxaii1jXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/LxSfa7BfrSo/s320/Autumn_and_I_by_LonelyPierot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377704130820541810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odata cu luna septembrie soseste si cuvantul "scoala", si odata cu cuvantul "scoala" incepe sa ma cam doara capul...&lt;br /&gt;DAR! Ma gandesc ca incepe un alt an de liceu, ca ar trebui sa ma bucur caci n-o sa mai am parte de aceleasi experiente... Dar totusi, n-ar mai fi stricat inca 4,5,6 luni de vacanta.&lt;br /&gt;Iar profi, iar tentative de chiul, iar rugaminti la nea portar(care canta pe la nunti) sa ne lase la o pauza de tigara, iar ne plangem de lucrarile la engleza, insa ne vedem iar toate 6, iar confesiuni si razboaie, iar rasete non stop si copiat la greu...&lt;br /&gt;Ce?...La voi nu e asa?&lt;br /&gt;Am increderea ca... Va fi cea mai frumoasa toamna a mea, mai frumoasa decat cea din 2007, deja e... A revenit Surioara, am renuntat, mi-am recastigat inima, zambesc, am iesit din "cusca", nu mai am nicio grija.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, stiu... A fost frumos vara asta, mare, tabere, iesiri nocturne, mii de prostii si tampenii, dar s-a dus, o asteptam pe viitoarea s-o invinga pe asta. Pana atunci, bucurati-va de putinul timp din vacanta si... Pana la urma noi sa fim sanatosi si restul vine de la sine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-5635857997583329096?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/5635857997583329096/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=5635857997583329096' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5635857997583329096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5635857997583329096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/09/iarseptembrie.html' title='Iar...Septembrie!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SqFxaii1jXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/LxSfa7BfrSo/s72-c/Autumn_and_I_by_LonelyPierot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-5478336323714741603</id><published>2009-08-28T00:36:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:49:36.951+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niciodata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu si doar eu'/><title type='text'>Cand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Spb_a_dJxKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/7BC0ivAF9EA/s1600-h/Angelina-Jolie-fragrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Spb_a_dJxKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/7BC0ivAF9EA/s320/Angelina-Jolie-fragrance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374764044488656034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand n-am chef de tine, nu am! Cand nu-ti mai raspund inseamna ca ma plictisesti, cand deja imi acopar urechile ar trebui sa te cari. Sau cer prea mult?&lt;br /&gt;Cand imi depasesti limita, nu te astepta sa ma controlez. Scoate-ma din sarite, si... Ne certam! E greu sa intelegi ca odata ce problemele tale imaginare ma depasesc deja te consider nebun cu acte in regula?&lt;br /&gt;Cand nu te iert din prima, nu sunt eu aia nebuna, am nevoie de timp, tu nu?&lt;br /&gt;Se asterne o liniste asurzitoare, a cazut telefonul, s-a facut tandari, iar lacrimile in van, pentru nimeni, nu mai curg de data asta. O data primesti premiul, nu de mai multe ori.&lt;br /&gt;Cand plec, gandeste-te ca ala e drumul ales de mine, si nu ma poti intoarce, poti veni dupa mine, dar nu-ti asigur o strangere de mana, nici macar o vorba buna.&lt;br /&gt;Cand raman, nu raman pentru tine, raman ca am ceva de facut, cu tine sau fara, incearca sa intrebi inainte sa iti creezi alte impresii.&lt;br /&gt;Cand am nervi, stai departe, si totusi asculta ca atunci spun tot ce cred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereu eu, niciodata la fel. Take it or leave it:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-5478336323714741603?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/5478336323714741603/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=5478336323714741603' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5478336323714741603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5478336323714741603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/08/cand.html' title='Cand...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Spb_a_dJxKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/7BC0ivAF9EA/s72-c/Angelina-Jolie-fragrance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-2003539218247908628</id><published>2009-08-25T12:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:35:57.675+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='altceva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traiesc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu si doar eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multumesc'/><title type='text'>Nu merg dupa voi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SpOwZu-HZpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rSM7xvHOBds/s1600-h/03cbd2f3bbcdfdd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SpOwZu-HZpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rSM7xvHOBds/s320/03cbd2f3bbcdfdd9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373832736534914706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zambim aparent din nimic, sarim in sus, explodam de energie si fericire si... Ne oprim, si ne intrebam de ce? De ce dintr-o data? N-am castigat la loterie...&lt;br /&gt;Esti singur, si totusi zambesti, totusi vrei sa dai din fericirea ta, sa fie toti ca tine, sa plutesti, sa fie totul mai frumos...&lt;br /&gt;Adevarata fericire consta in a face ce vrei, fara regrete, sa... (Suna banal) Iti traiesti viata, secunda cu secunda.&lt;br /&gt;Nu o sa va ascult cand imi spuneti sa renunt la Pepsi nici la tigari, nici la obraznicia mea nici la pacate, nici macar la prieteni. Poate ca n-o sa ma tina in viata mai MULT, dar mi-o fac de 1000 de ori mai FRUMOASA.&lt;br /&gt;Nu cred ca exista altceva dupa moarte, nici rai, nici iad, este pur si simplu o disparitie. Sunt singura care isi creeaza propriul destin pas cu pas. Cred ca exista ceva, cineva, undeva care imi vegheaza pasii, nu coordoneaza!&lt;br /&gt;Stiu, ca exista intrebari fara raspuns pe care singuri le-am anihilat raspunsul. Stiu, ca se spune ca uneori e de ajuns doar sa crezi, ei bine, mie nu-mi ajunge sa cred daca nu vad, daca nu am nicio dovada.&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca nimic nu e intamplator. Oare?&lt;br /&gt;Am intrebat pe cineva odata, daca Dumnezeu e asa de drept, de ce mor atatia oameni nevinovati, si toate javrele si scursurile inca traiesc pe pamant? Mi s-a replicat ca acei oameni daca li se permiteau sa traiasca ar fi facut rau. Bun, contradictie? Parca beneficiam de liberul arbitru... Parca nu ne este scris destinul inainte de a ne naste. Si atunci de unde stie? Alta intrebare fara raspuns ca de obicei. M-am obisnuit sa imi raspundeti din carti cu alte enigme.&lt;br /&gt;Cred in felul meu, am regulile mele(ghidate sau nu de socitetate) si traiesc. Traiesc! Nu-mi refuz ce va refuzati voi. Nu ma ingradeste nimeni decat bunul simt. Blue, sper sa fi mandru de mine:))!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-2003539218247908628?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/2003539218247908628/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=2003539218247908628' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/2003539218247908628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/2003539218247908628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/08/nu-merg-dupa-voi.html' title='Nu merg dupa voi...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SpOwZu-HZpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rSM7xvHOBds/s72-c/03cbd2f3bbcdfdd9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-5203770623472929210</id><published>2009-08-20T02:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T03:22:47.653+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SoyXUwzdPEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yeYU6o_tXQ4/s1600-h/Friends_by_goodmusicgoodpeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SoyXUwzdPEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yeYU6o_tXQ4/s320/Friends_by_goodmusicgoodpeople.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371834838500064322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tarziu, nu foarte tarziu, dar totusi tarziu, si?&lt;br /&gt;Pai... Nu prea am somn, Mos Ene asta ma cam ocoleste de la o vreme... Ma lasa sa astept pana la 5 6 dimineata, singura ca de obicei, impreuna cu minciunile altora si prefacatorii, pentru ca de obicei... Cu asta raman.&lt;br /&gt;Indiferent de ce drum alegi, nu e niciunul usor, mai bine asa, simti ca traiesti suferind...&lt;br /&gt;Si... Deodata, persoanele pe care le cunosti de-o viata nu sunt acolo unde trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;Si... Deodata, persoane cu care ai interactionat de cateva ori sunt acolo unde trebuie, si iti pare bine, si le zambesti cu sinceritate, si razi cu pofta cum n-ai mai facut-o de mult.&lt;br /&gt;S-a intors lumea pe dos? Da! Si imi place!&lt;br /&gt;Si sincer... Indiferent de ce o sa se intample...Am invatat sa NU regret. Stiu ca alegerile mele in trecut, atunci le-am considerat cele mai bune, daca nu au fost inseamna ca mai am de lucrat. Regretand nu dovedim decat un egoism profund. Nu ne iese "treaba", regretam ceva ce nu ne-a convenit.&lt;br /&gt;Nu regret nimic, nu imi pare rau, sunt fericita asa, si mereu voi fi.&lt;br /&gt;You can`t take me down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-5203770623472929210?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/5203770623472929210/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=5203770623472929210' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5203770623472929210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/5203770623472929210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-like-that.html' title='Just like that...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SoyXUwzdPEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yeYU6o_tXQ4/s72-c/Friends_by_goodmusicgoodpeople.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-7851554779423581867</id><published>2009-08-16T00:29:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:52:28.111+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vara asta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stiu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata. zambet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='am de invatat'/><title type='text'>Ce vara...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Soct-QLtg_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/9Z9RV-heiyA/s1600-h/pb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Soct-QLtg_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/9Z9RV-heiyA/s320/pb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370311628181832690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When God closes a door, somewhere he opens a window." - The sound of music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din ciclul "vara asta am de invatat multe" mai am de bifat o/un ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Indiferent de cat ai gresit, indiferent de situatie, mereu exista o scapare atata timp cat vrei sa iesi, si...Desigur iti pare rau.&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu o gasesti, asta e partea a2a. Eu am gasit-o, poti si tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereu ti se va acorda o sansa, una mica, una minuscula dar de care trebuie sa profiti cat mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca te poti schimba, ca acea fereastra pe care ti-o ofera...Shefu`... Poate fi decisiva si iti poate altera multe defecte, poate poate ajung calitati.&lt;br /&gt;Am mai invatat si daca iti doresti ceva foarte mult ti se indeplineste, nu chestii materiale(who need`s them after all?), ci... Mici lucruri(sau mari) care... Sunt spre binele tau.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am dorit sa scap si am scapat, sunt fericita... Am ales alt drum, si imi place, ma inconjoara zambete si fete prietenoase, nu rautati, nu minciuni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orice om merita sa fie fericit, cred ca nefericirea ne face rai, fie vrem mai mult, fie avem prea mult, niciodata nu e bine. Acum, nu imi mai doresc nimic, deci asta inseamna ca am tot ce vreau si am ajuns in stadiu sa numai cer nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pare ca, am avut parte de o vara decisiva, si inca nu s-a terminat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-7851554779423581867?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/7851554779423581867/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=7851554779423581867' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7851554779423581867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/7851554779423581867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/08/ce-vara.html' title='Ce vara...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Soct-QLtg_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/9Z9RV-heiyA/s72-c/pb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-8487200397033421074</id><published>2009-08-12T23:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:06:07.586+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se strica tot...Te strici si tu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SoMugENIM5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Q2L2qNGnd3o/s1600-h/Drugs_by_MargodeStrange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 60px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SoMugENIM5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Q2L2qNGnd3o/s320/Drugs_by_MargodeStrange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369186309175260050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desi... Nu am realizat imediat, mi-am dat seama acum... M-am schimbat, fara sa vreau, fara sa simt... M-au schimbat. Chiar daca vrei sau nu... Anturajul te schimba, in bine sau in rau, depinde de ce alegeri faci. Un el a cazut intr-un anturaj prost, si ce-a urmat? S-a prostit si el...&lt;br /&gt;O ea, dezamagita, a gasit cateva persoane la care n-ar renunta nici moarta.&lt;br /&gt;Nu recunoastem ca prietenii ne schimba, fara(sau cu) o intentie precisa, dar o fac.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca primul lucru pe care mi l-a zis mama la inceputul liceului a fost " ai grija cu cine te imprietenesti". Si desigur, nu am avut grija, am cazut, m-am ridicat, iar am cazut si tot asa.&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul, am cazut mai greu, dar m-am ridicat cu o indiferenta in spate, care culmea ma ajuta sa ma ridic mai sus, mai tare, fara sa doara atat de mult.&lt;br /&gt;Imi place singuratatea, imi place cand nu suna niciun telefon si nu ma cauta nimeni. Pot sa traiesc cu asta. Dar nu pot trai cu gandul ca...Acolo undeva nu este nimeni care e ingrijorat pentru bunastarea mea. Stiu, poate ca si eu am dezamagit, si eu am plecat, si eu am lasat oameni atunci cand au avut nevoie de mine.&lt;br /&gt;Din..."Surioara" am devenit "Domnisoara", o straina si atat. Se presupunea ca eram la "bine si la greu".&lt;br /&gt;Dar, ca sa nu transform postul prea personal inchei aici, povestea mea cu "fratiorul", cu un " cand vei avea nevoie voi fi acolo chiar daca nu ma mai vrei".&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare din noi avem mici secrete intre prieteni, mici prostii pe care oricine le face, dar nu se afla... Asta daca stim cu cine ne "bagam" si in ce ne "bagam".&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce pot sa mai adaug este ca... Odata ce ajungi intr-un cos cu mere stricate, fii sigur ca si tu te vei strica. Si de obicei merele stricate se arunca,isi pierd calitatile, se calca in picioare, sunt uitate.&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu poti sa deschizi ochii? Incearca, pana nu e prea tarziu, stiu ca poti, trebuie doar sa vrei:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-8487200397033421074?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/8487200397033421074/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=8487200397033421074' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8487200397033421074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/8487200397033421074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-strica-totte-strici-si-tu.html' title='Se strica tot...Te strici si tu.'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/SoMugENIM5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Q2L2qNGnd3o/s72-c/Drugs_by_MargodeStrange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-1870518948639449940</id><published>2009-08-10T01:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:03:43.580+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nimic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niciodata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmar'/><title type='text'>Dar eu stiam, stiam de atunci...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sn9VrEWdRbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/mwSO01OHkPQ/s1600-h/1087098y3y5x8ocb0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sn9VrEWdRbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/mwSO01OHkPQ/s320/1087098y3y5x8ocb0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368103479239591346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si uite ca a ajuns si ziua cand tot ce banuiam era adevarat, dar poate ca am fost prea...oarba?!&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca am evitat adevarul ca sa nu ma raneasca prea tare... Poate am preferat minciuna...&lt;br /&gt;Spunem ca preferam adevarul oricare ar fi el decat o minciuna... Dar nu v-ati dori o minciuna dulce, care nu te raneste, care te inveseleste, care... Pentru moment te face fericit? Pentru ce sa aud un adevar crud, chiar daca sta in fata mea si ma priveste cu ochi mari? Pentru ce lacrimi cand poti sa spui un "te iubesc" asa dulce, dar totusi atat de neadevarat.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ce sa te mai reinvii cand totul a fost in mintea mea? Cand am zis ca nu am amintiri frumoase, am spus un adevar... Mintea mi-a jucat feste, s-a jucat cu mine prea mult timp sau poate doar tu?&lt;br /&gt;Un alt adevar ar fi si ca nu te mai cunosc sau poate  mi s-a parut ca te cunosc...&lt;br /&gt;Eh, asta e, pana la urma. Trecem peste toate.&lt;br /&gt;"Toate trec, asa se spune, dar nimic nu trece fara sa lase urme." Ombladon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu... Ai avut grija sa nu te uit, nici palma aia n-o s-o uit... Poate asa trebuie sa ramana "primu" in mintea unei fete:).&lt;br /&gt;Pana una alta sper sa fi scapat de cosmar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-1870518948639449940?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/1870518948639449940/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=1870518948639449940' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1870518948639449940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/1870518948639449940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/08/dar-eu-stiam-stiam-de-atunci.html' title='Dar eu stiam, stiam de atunci...'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sn9VrEWdRbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/mwSO01OHkPQ/s72-c/1087098y3y5x8ocb0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-2382664168650185394</id><published>2009-08-05T00:38:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:38:55.784+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ajutor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comentezi?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva nou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DAR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mami si tati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inferior'/><title type='text'>Subalterni superiori!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sni4dQDZMQI/AAAAAAAAANs/tQAqtIkXk48/s1600-h/Never_Look_Back_by_TheSilentHero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sni4dQDZMQI/AAAAAAAAANs/tQAqtIkXk48/s320/Never_Look_Back_by_TheSilentHero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366241768676864258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce ti-e si cu superioritatea "practicata" de multi, daca nu toti din generatia tanara(si nu numai).&lt;br /&gt;Am observat ca orice lauda va face sa va ridicati privirea si sa ne priviti de jos, ca deh, tie nu ti-a zis x-ulescu ca esti bun.&lt;br /&gt;Laudele de obicei sunt pentru a te ambitiona, pentru a dovedi ca poti mai mult de atat sau sunt dovezi ca iti faci treaba cum trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ce ridici privirea? Pentru ce ne vorbesti de sus?&lt;br /&gt;Si culmea, aerul asta il respira doar cei ce nu prea au cu ce se lauda, sau de fapt cu niste fake-uri, cu un vocabular colorat, stiti la ce ma refer.&lt;br /&gt;Am avut de-a face cu niste donsoare pline de ele, de cum arata, de ce scot pe gura, si au doar 17 ani... N-au reusit mare lucru in viata, inca nu au casa lor, inca depind de mami si tati, dar se pricep la comentat. Se pricep sa sara ca arse cand cineva le critica munca, de ce? Pentru ca mai ai de invatat, viata nu e asta, inca nu ai dat piept cu ea, inca nu ai ajuns singura si cu un "descurca-te" in buzunar, inca nu comenta...&lt;br /&gt;Stiu asta pentru ca am fost una din ele, inca mai am 17 ani, inca mai comentez, dar accept critici, inca nu dau sfaturi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAR! Am crescut intr-o lume in care totul se critica, facem parte dintr-o generatie ce critica tot ce misca, fie cu buna credinta fie rea vointa, nu conteaza! Momentan, nu putem decat sa acceptam o critica buna de la o persoana potrivita sau oricare alta critica care o simtim noi ca e bine intemeiata. De ce inchizi ochii? De ce va considerati perfecti? Mai avem mult de lucrat, de invatat, nu avem lumea la picioare, acum lumea ne calca in picioare... Acum, multe se pot schimba, iar viitorul e plin de critici multe si laude putine, depinde totul de tine... Pana acum era un extaz, acum incepe agonia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-2382664168650185394?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/2382664168650185394/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=2382664168650185394' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/2382664168650185394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/2382664168650185394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/08/subalterni-superiori.html' title='Subalterni superiori!'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/Sni4dQDZMQI/AAAAAAAAANs/tQAqtIkXk48/s72-c/Never_Look_Back_by_TheSilentHero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307965495846799509.post-94245852612784673</id><published>2009-08-01T13:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:39:46.495+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Joaca:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luați cartea cea mai la îndemână, deschideți la pagina 18 și scrieți aici al 4-lea rând :&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;-"ceea ce m-a pus pe ganduri"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fără să verificați, cât e ora?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;-13&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Verificati!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;-13:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cum sunteți îmbrăcat?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- tricou larg si pantaloni scurti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Înainte de a răspunde la acest chestionar, la ce vă uitați?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- La blogu` Andreei:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ce zgomot auziți în afara celui de la calculator?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- latratul catelului meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Când ați iesit ultima dată și ce ați făcut cu ocazia respectivă?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Ieri, pe jumate obligata de situatie. Am plimbat catelul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ce-ați visat ieri noapte?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Multe fete necunoscute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Când ați râs ultima dată?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Nu mai tin minte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ce aveți pe pereții încăperii unde sunteți?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Biblioteca.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dacă ați deveni multimilionar peste noapte, care ar fi primul lucru pe care l-ați cumpăra?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Cred ca mai intai de toate m-as duce la cumparaturi:))de haine and stuff:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Care este ultimul film pe care l-ați văzut?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Scoop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ați văzut ceva neobișnuit astăzi?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Nu, dar abia a inceput ziua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ce părere aveți despre acest chestionar?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Mi-a ocupat 5 minute din viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spuneți-ne ceva ce nu știm încă.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Mi-e somn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Care ar fi prenumele copilului dvs. dacă ar fi vorba de o fetiță?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- :)) Clara, Edith sau Aleksandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Și dacă ar fi vorba de un băiat?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Alexandru sau Dragos(no comment:)) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;V-ați gândit deja să locuiți în străinătate?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Da. Si chiar aranjez totul pt. a o face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ce ați dori ca Dumnezeu să vă spună când intrați pe porțile Raiului?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Bine ai venit! Ma bucur ca in sfarsit ai pasit pe drumul cel bun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dacă ați putea schimba ceva în lume (în afară de politică), ce ați schimba?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Probabil rautatea oamenilor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vă place să dansați?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Imi placea odata..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ce ați văzut la televizor ultima dată?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Agentul Vip p antena 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Care sunt cele 4 persoane care ar trebui să preia acest chestionar?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- De ce sa fie doar 4 cand toata lumea ar putea sa-l preia?:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3307965495846799509-94245852612784673?l=gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/feeds/94245852612784673/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307965495846799509&amp;postID=94245852612784673' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/94245852612784673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307965495846799509/posts/default/94245852612784673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gri-cu-roz.blogspot.com/2009/08/joaca.html' title='Joaca:)'/><author><name>Yours never.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11148491502650719715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFhLHhO68Mk/St8EbrgIFMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qUbbwyG7JNc/S220/017040427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
