<?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-3783137497227489814</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:55:59.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumul catre nicaieri...</title><subtitle type='html'>Ceea ce esti si faci este mai important decat ce cred altii...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-7092318369912578605</id><published>2010-05-29T12:58:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T18:34:09.417+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Musafirii sunt poftiti ...sa urce in copac</title><content type='html'>A trecut aproximativ un an si jumatate de cand am facut prima postare aici...acum ma mut in copacul meu&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://drumulcatrenicaieri.ro/"&gt;http://drumulcatrenicaieri.ro/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-7092318369912578605?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7092318369912578605/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/muafirii-sunt-poftiti-sa-urce-in-copac.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7092318369912578605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7092318369912578605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/muafirii-sunt-poftiti-sa-urce-in-copac.html' title='Musafirii sunt poftiti ...sa urce in copac'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-1030206754809631284</id><published>2010-05-22T01:00:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T08:57:54.745+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inghetata prajita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ochii parca mi se inchid incet, ploapele ma dor, dar cu toate astea clipesc in continuare ca si cum ziua tocmai a inceput. Privesc in jur si imi dau seama ca totul parca este scos dintr-o poveste, o noua poveste,  prietenie, nebunii, mancare, iubire, saruturi, rasete nebune, oameni multi, idei pe moment, incredere, prima impresie, ganduri cenusii,decizie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ma scurg acum incet in lacul de ganduri din caldura patului meu. Cu glazura de banane si inghetata prajita...pot sa fug cu vise neimplinite inca. Ploapele nu ma mai asculta, vor lumea lor, vor drepturi depline si cred ca totul li se cuvine. Dupa o lunga discutie cu somnul am hotarat sa iesim in oras, poate la un ceai sau...cine stie...poate chiar o inghetata...prajita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Rece pe dinauntru si cald in exterior...ca si oamenii...uni dintre ei, cei care cred ca este inutil sa mergi mai departe din moment ce te-ai ars cu ambalajul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ma predau ...pleoapele au castigat teren...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Noapte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-1030206754809631284?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1030206754809631284/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/inghetata-prajita.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/1030206754809631284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/1030206754809631284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/inghetata-prajita.html' title='Inghetata prajita'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-7136417658265280593</id><published>2010-05-21T20:02:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:33:58.293+03:00</updated><title type='text'>As vrea...sa schimb lumea</title><content type='html'>Sa crezi in oameni, pana la urma nu este chiar atat de rau, sau mai bine zis sunt momente in care sa crezi in cineva iti da un sentiment chiar placut, un sentiment de siguranta, un sentiment de liniste. Sunt insa si momente in care faptul ca ai crezut in cineva nu iti da tocmai sentimentele enumerate mai sus, ci din contra te face sa te simti ca ultimul om de pe lume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stateam azi si priveam afara...de la biroul meu cu multe lucruri imprastiate...imi doream sa alerg afara, sa strig in gura mare toate cate am pe suflet, sa stig ca viata nu este corecta si sa incerc sa ma razvratesc cu lumea toata, sa le spun ca nu avem nici o sansa sa reusim sa traim intr-o tara mai buna daca nu facem ceva chiar acum, chiar aici.&lt;br /&gt;Lumea vine, iti zambeste frumos si apoi se intoarce cu spatele si cine mai stie care sunt gandurile lor. As vrea o lume in care nimeni sa nu-si poata ascunde gandurile, sa spuna verde in fata tot ce gandeste. Ar fi bine, intr-un fel...rau in altul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu suntt in masura sa judec pe nimeni, nici macar pe mine insumi...dar nu inteleg de ce lucrurile trebuie sa fie nedrepte? De ce permitem sa fie asa? De ce ne complacem la o viata asa?&lt;br /&gt;Cei care se simt nedreptatiti tac si nu zic nimic in speranta ca poate va mai aparea o noua sansa pentru ei, cei care sunt persoanele privilegiate, tac si nu spun nimic, ba chiar  iti mai si zambeste asa...de sus...sa nu cumva sa uiti pe cine privesti.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am imaginat de multe ori ca lumea se va schimba, ca totul va decurge mai bine, ca generatiile care vin vor fi mai bune, mai inteligente, mai...mai..mai...decat am fost noi.&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa schimb lumea...stiu ca voi reusii...dar de asemenea si lumea va ajunge sa ma schimbe pe mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-7136417658265280593?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7136417658265280593/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-vreasa-schimb-lumea.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7136417658265280593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7136417658265280593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-vreasa-schimb-lumea.html' title='As vrea...sa schimb lumea'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-4682104798413896572</id><published>2010-05-17T17:44:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T00:49:28.307+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrebari...fara raspuns</title><content type='html'>E ziua aia in care vremea nu tine cu mine, e ziua in care m-am trezit de dimineata cu gandul ca nu vreau sa merg la job, e ziua care a parut atat de lunga incat parca nu se mai termina, e ziua in care trebuie sa aleg drumul pe care vreau sa pornesc mai departe, e ziua in care nici macar soarele nu vrea sa tina cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;Cum sti de care ocazie sa profiti in viata? Cum iti dai seama ca este una din acele ocazii care se ivesc odata in viata?&lt;br /&gt;Pffff...astazi am fost toata ziua cu gandul departe, pe ce carare trebuie sa o iau? Ce imi doresc mai mult si mai mult de la viata? Cat de importanta este cariera mea? As fi dispusa sa incep o viata noua, intr-un oras in care te pierzi numai privind&lt;br /&gt;O gramada de intrebari la care nu am un raspuns desi ar trebui...o gramada de ganduri ingramadite intr-un pahar de sticla...Incerc sa imi dau seama cand trebuie sa fac un pas inainte si cand trebuie sa astept...nu reusesc sa imi dau seama...&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa iau decizii spontane insa nu imi place sa ma decid pe termen lung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ziua aia in care simti ca iti poti decide viitorul...iar tu nu poti sa te hotarasti ce culoare de pantofi sa iti iei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-4682104798413896572?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4682104798413896572/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/intrebarifara-raspuns.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/4682104798413896572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/4682104798413896572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/intrebarifara-raspuns.html' title='Intrebari...fara raspuns'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-4975246801542934890</id><published>2010-05-16T13:18:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T13:50:33.229+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Duminica la pranz...</title><content type='html'>...mi-am dat seama ca imi place sa fac ce imi vine pe moment, fara sa ma gandesc prea mult, fara sa stau sa analizez daca este bine sau nu, daca ar trebui sa mai astept sau nu, daca exista si alte variante mai bune...&lt;br /&gt;Cu cat stai sa analizezi mai mult cu atat devine mai greu sa iei o decizie.&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandeam aseara, in timp ce ma indreptam spre casa, ca de fiecare daca cand te astepti mai putin apare ceva...acel ceva care uneori iti poate schimba viata, acel ceva care uneori te poate face sa iti intorci toata viata peste cap si sa o iei de la inceput. Lasi totul in urma si privesti numai inainte. Trecutul mai revine doar in amintiri si atunci pentru o perioada devenim melancolici. Cateodata mai revin si regrete, ne gandim ca puteam sa facem altfel, sau sa fie altfel, sau ne dam seama ca printr-un singur cuvant sau gest puteam schimba poate o viata intreaga sau poate chiar mai multe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intotdeauna m-am intrebat de ce sa regreti ceva? De ce sa regreti ca nu ai facut ceva din moment ce ai facut exact ce ia crezut tu ce este necesar in momntul respectiv, ai facut ceea ce ai considerat tu ce trebuie atunci. De ce ai regreta mai tarziu? Eu nu am regrete si sper sa nu am niciodata. Am facut totul pentru ca asa am vrut eu, pentru ca asa am considerat ca este bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-a intrebat cineva daca sunt fericita...da sunt fericita cu ceea ce imi ofera viata impreuna cu propriile mele fapte. Sunt fericita pentru ca am sansa sa gust mai departe din paharul de vin al vietii mele, vin care nu sti niciodata cand se va termina, asa ca am sa profit de fiecare inghititura.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt fericita pentru ca am langa mine oameni extraordinari, sunt fericita pentru ca am cunoscut oameni minunati de la care am invatat cate ceva, sunt fericita pentru tot...de la cel mai mic detaliu si pana la privirea in asamblu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afara vantul isi face de cap, nucul din fata geamului parca vrea sa plece la plimbare, sau poate la o inghetat, cine stie ...&lt;br /&gt;O sa plec si eu...la o plimbare printre vise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-4975246801542934890?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4975246801542934890/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/duminica-la-pranz.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/4975246801542934890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/4975246801542934890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/duminica-la-pranz.html' title='Duminica la pranz...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-3364415326266191772</id><published>2010-05-15T17:45:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T11:31:59.642+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu gandul prin vant...</title><content type='html'>Si soarele in par&lt;br /&gt;Ma pregatesc sa inchid ochii&lt;br /&gt;Si sa iau lumea in brate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nucul din fata ar vrea sa fuga,&lt;br /&gt;O voce parca sopteste ceva&lt;br /&gt;Insa nu reusesc sa inteleg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te privesc si as vrea sa ramai asa,&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa iti fur imaginea&lt;br /&gt;Si sa o tin cu mine de acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pe cer am furat mangaierea ta&lt;br /&gt;Si nu vreau sa ti-o mai dau inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;O port in buzunarul meu drept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu gandul prin vant am plutit&lt;br /&gt;Toata dimineata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-3364415326266191772?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3364415326266191772/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/cu-gandul-prin-vant.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3364415326266191772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3364415326266191772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/cu-gandul-prin-vant.html' title='Cu gandul prin vant...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-7309564356425321538</id><published>2010-05-14T07:35:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:45:19.818+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar filozofii...</title><content type='html'>M-am trezit de dimineata cu gandurile ravasite,cu sentimente ce imi era greu sa le stapanesc, cu idei care mai de care mai ciudate...ma gandeam ca a venit vremea sa trec la pasul urmator, sa incerc sa ma adaptez situatiei cat mai bine posibil si sa astept...&lt;br /&gt;O prietena zicea ca "dupa ceva bun vine intotdeauna ceva rau". Nu am crezut-o pana ieri cand mergeam pe strada si ma gandeam la cele zise de ea, ma gandeam daca este sau nu adevarat. Evenimentele de ieri mi-au confirmat ca este cat se poate de adevarat, dupa ceva bun vine ceva rau, insa trebuie sa fie valabil si invers, adica dupa ceva rau vine cu siguranta ceva bun. Asta asa...ca sa nu ne putem obisnuii nici cu raul dar nici cu binele, sa stim sa le apreciem pe amandoua in egala masura, sa stim sa ne bucuram mai apoi pentru lucrurile marunte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o dimineata in care nu ma simt tocmai in forta pentru a face fata zilei...dar stiu ca pe parcurs voi gasii resursele necesare...si uite asa o sa ma trezesc deseara ca a mai trecut o zi, o saptamana...indata a mai trecut o luna...din restul vietii mele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum va las...o zi plina de soare si zambete&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-7309564356425321538?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7309564356425321538/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/doar-filozofii.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7309564356425321538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7309564356425321538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/doar-filozofii.html' title='Doar filozofii...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-7139563347292388332</id><published>2010-05-06T23:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:43:02.661+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un pahar de vin</title><content type='html'>Poate pentru ca ploaia are un efect ciudat, poate pentru ca seara asta pare mai altfel decat toate celelalte si nu ma intreba de ce...sau poate pentru ca lumea sta si ne priveste de sus cu fete triste si ochi incruntati...poate ca m-am saturat de standarde, de asa da, asa nu, de termene absurde...&lt;br /&gt;Te invit la un pahar de vin...pe jos ...in mijlocul camerei...sa stam  de vorba despre nimicuri...&lt;br /&gt;Sa bem un pahar de vin pentru noi, pentru toate gandurile spuse si nespuse, pentru toti oamenii pe care i-am cunoscut pana acum, pentru toti cei pe care ii cunoastem, pentru lumea din jurul nostru, pentru linistea din suflet, pentru iubirea ce o purtam, pentru zambetul dragutz , pentru fluturasii din stomac, pentru noi, pentru ploaie si pentru soare... pentru zilele bune si cele mai putin bune, pentru cele care au trecut si pentru toate cele care vor venii...pentru prima seara din tot restul vietii noastre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nbRKCc3bmis&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=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/nbRKCc3bmis&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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vin'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-294784950707448687</id><published>2010-05-05T20:23:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:48:43.711+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si pana la urma a venit...ploaia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;A stat...ne-a pandit...s-a invartit pe langa noi, ne-a ascultat gandurile...si pana la urma a venit...ploaia asta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Nu imi place deloc...mai ales ca sunt singura in toata casa asta mare...si parca ploaia imi face in ciuda, stropii ei danseaza veseli ascultand o muzica vioaie...iar la mine parca toate melodiile happy s-au ascuns... sa nu cumva sa se ude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Pana si nucul din fata geamului parca zambeste siret...ma gandeam sa fug si eu prin ploaie, sa imi dezbrac gandurile si sa le spal binisor pana se trezesc la realitate... si apoi sa stau asa nemiscata o vreme, sa visez cu ochii deschisi si apoi sa adorm asa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-294784950707448687?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/294784950707448687/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-pana-la-urma-venitploaia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/294784950707448687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/294784950707448687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-pana-la-urma-venitploaia.html' title='Si pana la urma a venit...ploaia...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-5101352309229654739</id><published>2010-05-04T09:09:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T12:31:50.639+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day...</title><content type='html'>Am vrut sa scriu...insa gandurile erau destul de nesigure, veneau la intamplare fara vreun sens si am zis sa nu va zapacesc de tot... in camera pluteste un sentiment ciudat, as vrea sa ma ascund insa imi dau seama ca nu am unde, as vrea sa mai renunt la ganduri insa nu stiu cum sa fac asta. As vrea sa inchid ochii si lumea sa fie mai buna, as vrea doar sa uit de ganduri pentru o zi.&lt;br /&gt;Este o noua zi si trebuie sa o luam de la capat pana deseara cand ne asternem din nou in pat si facem o retrospectiva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melodie care astazi ma inspira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TcFff0Og51Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=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/TcFff0Og51Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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day...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-4927469813701796643</id><published>2010-05-03T09:48:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:24:50.894+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Racoarea diminetii...</title><content type='html'>...Ma imbraca incet in ganduri,&lt;br /&gt;Mireasma ce se simte&lt;br /&gt;Pare dintr-un alt vis&lt;br /&gt;Ma indrept cu sufletul plin&lt;br /&gt;Pe un alt drum .&lt;br /&gt;Cerul a inceput sa danseze&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un ritm vioi&lt;br /&gt;Iar ploaia parca asteapta&lt;br /&gt;Urmatoarea melodie.&lt;br /&gt;Ramai asa,te rog,&lt;br /&gt;Sa pot sa te privesc.&lt;div 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diminetii...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-1675167423606393964</id><published>2010-04-29T12:03:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T12:31:15.267+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Asteptari</title><content type='html'>Uneori am tendinta sa ma pierd in prea multe detalii, am tendinta sa inteleg mai mult decat ar trebui sa inteleg, sau sa vreau mai mult decat ar trebui sa vreau...nu stiu daca asta ar trebui sa fie un defect sau o calitate...Pana la urma cine stie unde trebuie sa se opreasca si unde trebuie sa meargamai departe, cine stie unde ar trebui sa isi vada de viata lui si unde ar trebui sa intervina in viata altora...poate ca e prea mult spus...&lt;br /&gt;Ne facem vise si apoi renuntam la ele, mai apoi se implinesc in momentul in care te astepti mai putin, sau iti doresti atat de mult un lucru si in momentul in care ai reusit sa il obtii nu te mai incanta la fel de tare pentru ca ti-a luat prea mult ca sa il obtii....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi place cand oamenii ma surprind, imi place sa ma las surprinsa de ei. Mi-am dat seama ca in momentul in care ai cat mai  putine asteptari de la o persoana, totul merge mult mai bine, pentru ca nu te astepti la ceva anume si atunci esti placut surprins cand lucrurile stau altfel.&lt;br /&gt;"Nu ma asteptam de la tine sa faci asta" da... nu te astepti de la o persoana sa faca ceva doar pentru ca tu consideri ca o cunosti, consideri ca asa trebuie sa faca si daca nu inseamna ca nu a tinut suficient de mult la tine si atunci te simti tradat si dezamagit. Eu cred ca fiecare om este imprevizibil, sa ii spui cuiva ca te asteptai la altceva este ca si cum i-ai spune ca te astepti sa fie cine vrei tu si nu cine este el defapt.&lt;br /&gt;Eu cred in continuare ca oamenii au partea lor buna, au aceea parte care face lumea mai frumoasa chiar si in cele mai groaznice momente, aceea parte care face viata sa merite traita chiar si in cele mai mari momente de cumpana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O zi cu mult soare si muuulte zambete...o zi fara griji ...o zi ca prima zi din restul viatetii noastre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-1675167423606393964?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1675167423606393964/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/asteptari.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/1675167423606393964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/1675167423606393964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/asteptari.html' title='Asteptari'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-8568450044854001937</id><published>2010-04-27T17:27:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:23:28.605+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiurea...</title><content type='html'>Din amalgamul de ganduri care ma copleseste mai reusesc sa zmulg unele franturi pe care uneori ulterior le dau aripi...&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii par a fi bagati in priza, mergi pe strada si te trezesti zambind pentru ca ti-ai amintit ceva, te opresti putin din drumul tau si te intrebi daca tu esti cel care paseste mai departe, iti amintesti momentele grele si te intrebi cum ai reusit sa treci peste ele.&lt;br /&gt;Te gandesti la momentele fericite si iti este ciuda pe tine ca nu iti amintesti fiecare detaliu.&lt;br /&gt;Imi dau seama ca dorim sa cunoastem insa ne este frica sa ne dezvaluim pe noi,ne este team de ce ar putea sa spuna cineva in momentul in care ajunge sa ne cunoasca mai bine. Spun asta pentru ca si mie imi este la fel.&lt;br /&gt;Imi doresc atat de mult sa cunosc insa atunci cand vine vorba ca eu sa ma dezvalui imi este teama. Mi-e teama ca aceea persoana sa nu cumva sa plece dupa aceea tocmai pentru ca nu ii place ceea ce "vede"...sau va incerca sa ma schimbe cumva...&lt;br /&gt;Afara totul pare inlemnit, parca imi este si frica fac o miscare mai  brusca, sa nu cumva sa trezesc universul din somnul lui dulce. Am facut o  schimbare aici pe b;log si ma gandeam sa imi fac si in camera, poate sa  imi mut patul ... numai ca nu stiu in care colt al camerei. O sa las  asta pe altadata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Tv canta o melodie care te face sa te ridici  de pe scaun si sa incepi sa dansezi, asa ca inviorare de dimineata,  mi-am dat seama ca uneori oamenii sunt rai tocmai pentru ca le este atat  de frica de propriile ganduri, de propriile actiuni, de propriile  sentimente, se ascund in spatele unei rautati menite sa indeparteze pe  toata lumea sau menite sa raneasca pe cei din jur tocmai din cauza  aceste frici interiore. ma intreb cum ar fi lumea daca am reusii sa  scapam de temeri, de frici si complexe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inchid ochii si ma gandesc ...incerc sa descopar cat mai multe insa imi este teama sa nu fac un pas gresit si totul sa se darame...dar banuiesc ca undeva exista un echilibru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vreme de stat in parc pe banca pana uit de mine si imi uit si gandurile...e vreme de zambete si si flori parfumate...e vremea sa uitam de tot si sa ne bucuram de noi si atat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-8568450044854001937?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8568450044854001937/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/aiurea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8568450044854001937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8568450044854001937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/aiurea.html' title='Aiurea...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-5346457850859693569</id><published>2010-04-26T18:42:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:50:52.170+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Budapesta</title><content type='html'>Visele se pot implinii, bineinteles daca faci ceva in aceasta privinta...&lt;br /&gt;Weekend-ul acesta am fost la Budapesta...un oras pe care mi-am dorit sa il vad de ceva timp... de mult timp...dar trebuie sa recunosc ca asteptarea a meritat, impresia de dupa: SUPERB!&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca o mare parte dintre romani spun...ungurii astia...si unii dintre ei stramba din nas cand vine vorba de Ungarie...ei bine, uite ca sunt mult mai civilizati decat noi, uite ca stiu sa isi pastreze valorile mai bine decat noi si nu in ultimul rand stiu sa puna in valoare ceea ce au.&lt;br /&gt;A fost un weekend in care m-am simtit extraodinar de bine, un weekend in care m-am simtit eu, in care am putut sa fiu eu, asa cum sunt...si m-am simtit extraordinar.&lt;br /&gt;Au fost acele zile in care am uitat de tot, am uitat de lume, de job, de oameni nervosi, de fete triste, de nemultumiri peste nemultumiri.&lt;br /&gt;Viata mea incepe sa o ia pe un curs normal si asta nu poate decat sa ma faca extrem de fericita. Nu voi sta sa definesc ce inseamna normal, pentru ca s-ar putea sa existe pareri impartite, o sa ma rezum la normalul meu, si atat.&lt;br /&gt;S-a intamplat ceva si nu reusesc sa imi dau seama ce anume, e totul atat de bine si tot ce imi doresc este sa ramana asa, in starea asta de bine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/S9W427i6NEI/AAAAAAAAALo/PTFQ2wckSzE/s1600/S6303202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/S9W427i6NEI/AAAAAAAAALo/PTFQ2wckSzE/s320/S6303202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464476976720524354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nu-i asa ca e frumos? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-5346457850859693569?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5346457850859693569/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/budapesta.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5346457850859693569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5346457850859693569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/budapesta.html' title='Budapesta'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/S9W427i6NEI/AAAAAAAAALo/PTFQ2wckSzE/s72-c/S6303202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-2278706885635621396</id><published>2010-04-22T19:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:00:49.662+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradigme</title><content type='html'>Incerc sa dansez&lt;br /&gt;Cu degetele pe un pian,&lt;br /&gt;Pianul meu imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;Mai cer si o chitara&lt;br /&gt;Cu coardele rupte&lt;br /&gt;Si vreau sa o invat&lt;br /&gt;Sunetul tacerii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi las o idee&lt;br /&gt;Sa miste nisipul&lt;br /&gt;Si marea din loc,&lt;br /&gt;Tu soare hazliu&lt;br /&gt;Priveste apusul&lt;br /&gt;Si spune-mi ce simti...&lt;br /&gt;Tu floare albastra&lt;br /&gt;Pastreaza-mi si mie&lt;br /&gt;Un strop de roua&lt;br /&gt;Pentru o lume noua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-2278706885635621396?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2278706885635621396/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/paradigme.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2278706885635621396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2278706885635621396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/paradigme.html' title='Paradigme'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-7538822153248700053</id><published>2010-04-22T18:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:44:43.005+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filoziofii despre viata si iubire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"CINE TE IUBESTE NU TE FACE SA SUFERI.CINE PRETINDE CA TE IUBESTE DAR TE  FACE SA SUFERI TREBUIE INDEPARTAT PENTRU CA POATE DISTRUGE TOT CE E MAI  BUN DIN TINE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceste cuvinte au fost scrise intr-un comment, nu o sa va spun de cine anume pentru ca nici eu nu stiu, e "prietenul meu misterios".&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa recunosc, ca desi la un moment dat am mai auzit aceste cuvinte, este pentru prima daca cand le si inteleg sensul si sunt perfect de acord.&lt;br /&gt;De ce sunt perfect de acord? Probabil ca... stiti... sau daca nu stiti, cu siguranta ati citit.&lt;br /&gt; Este cat se poate de adevarat ca o persoana poate avea o putere atat de mare incat sa distruga tot ce e mai bun in tine, in sufletul tau. Important este cat timp iti ia ca sa realizezi ca e timpul sa inlaturi pe acel cineva din viata ta. Va spun din experienta, cu cat mai repede cu atat mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Toate cele petrecute in viata mea pana in momentul de fata m-au invatat ceva, din toate experientele am invatat mai mult sau mai putin. Sa regret ceva in momentul de fata nu ar avea nici un sens. Am incercat sa fac tot timpul ceea ce consideram ca este bine si nu imi pare rau, nu regret nimic.Toate intamplarile, bune sau rele, m-au condus pana aici. Daca la un moment dat m-am intrebat de ce nu i-am dat unei persoane o sansa, am aflat raspunsul in cel mai crunt mod posibil, insa l-am aflat . Mi-am raspuns la intrebare si am invatat cine sunt si ce vreau de la mine, de la viata, de la oamenii care ma inconjoara.&lt;br /&gt;Daca pana nu demult au existat momente in care intrebam "de ce trebuie sa mi se intample tocmai mie asta?" (bineinteles in momentele in care imi simteam sufletul sfasiat si calcat in picioare, deoarece atunci cand suntem fericiti nu ne intrebam de ce suntem atat de fericiti) cu timpul am invatat sa iau totul asa cum vine si sa invat sa fac fata. Stiu ca fiecare lucru, intamplare, persoana... vine atunci cand trebuie sa vina. Scopul s-ar putea sa il vezi mai tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat in ultima perioada cat este de important sa poti fi tu indiferent de situatie, sa poti gandii liber, sa poti sa te simti liber si nu in ultimul rand sa ai langa tine persoana care sa te faca sa te simti special, nu doar uneori ci tot timpul si nu prin reprosuri, suspiciuni si conditii impuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergand azi pe strada am realizat ca lumea asta este cu susul in jos, ca interanctiuniile cu oamenii se schimba, uneori, inainte sa iti poti da seama, ca oamenii sunt rai insa pastreaza in sufletul lor ceva atat de bun si de placut incat te face sa le zambesti. Am realizat ca este important si vital, uneori, sa pui punct si sa o iei de la capat. Noul capitol poate fi atat de frumos si atat de neasteptat incat esti uimit de cat de bine te simti si cat de mult iti place.Eu am avut curajul sa incep un nou capitol si imi este cum nu se poate mai bine, cartea incepe sa devina promitatoare. :)&lt;br /&gt;As dansa acum, de nebuna, prin ploaie, undeva departe, in mijlocul naturii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/S9B2bgTMgeI/AAAAAAAAALg/1DbYhSiDGbg/s1600/Dance_In_The_Rain_by_Marinshe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/S9B2bgTMgeI/AAAAAAAAALg/1DbYhSiDGbg/s320/Dance_In_The_Rain_by_Marinshe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462996562899403234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-7538822153248700053?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7538822153248700053/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/filoziofii-despre-viata-si-iubire.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7538822153248700053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7538822153248700053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/filoziofii-despre-viata-si-iubire.html' title='Filoziofii despre viata si iubire...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/S9B2bgTMgeI/AAAAAAAAALg/1DbYhSiDGbg/s72-c/Dance_In_The_Rain_by_Marinshe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-3326736037478953945</id><published>2010-04-20T18:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:11:27.986+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ascult...</title><content type='html'>...Timpul cum trece&lt;br /&gt;    Si lasa in urma vise.&lt;br /&gt;Norii cum se inghesuie&lt;br /&gt;   Sa ascunda soarele.&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea cum se grabeste&lt;br /&gt;   Sa aduca liniste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascult...&lt;br /&gt;Cum lumea se pierde&lt;br /&gt;    In prea multe detalii.&lt;br /&gt;Zambete care imi soptesc&lt;br /&gt;   Ca sunt false.&lt;br /&gt;Ganduri ce striga nencetat&lt;br /&gt;   Dupa o lume deja adormita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascult...&lt;br /&gt;Cum marea imi spune&lt;br /&gt;   Sa fiu fericita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-3326736037478953945?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3326736037478953945/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/ascult.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3326736037478953945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3326736037478953945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/ascult.html' title='Ascult...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-2283106597370398035</id><published>2010-04-19T18:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:42:15.617+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilema...</title><content type='html'>Am dormit putin insa ciudat de bine...m-am trezit tarziu asadar dimineata nu a decurs ca de obicei...iar in drumul catre lucru, de aceasta data, n-am avut timp sa "meditez", gandurile mele au fost ocupate cu ceva...insa din pacate nu stiu foarte multe despre acel ceva...nu-mi amintesc...&lt;br /&gt;Stiu insa ca am o mare dilema...defapt cred ca sunt doua...sau poate nu...&lt;br /&gt;Ma intrebam zilele aceasta ce inseamna tristetea? Sa fie oare absenta fericirii? Sau fericirea este absenta sentimentului de tristete ?&lt;br /&gt;...greu raspuns...probabil ca o sa ma mai gandesc la asta o perioada buna pana cand voi reusii sa gasesc un raspuns care sa ma multumeasca cat de cat...sau poate ca la un moment dat o sa uit sau o sa apara altceva care ma va preocupa...&lt;br /&gt;Ploaia asta nu mi-a dat o stare tocmai buna astazi...e vremea aia in care ai vrea sa te inchizi in camera si stai asa ascultand ploaia, ascultand glasul ei duios.&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut ca iubirea are si ea un glas duios, mai bine spus am invatat ca are glasul ei specific numai ca uneori poate fi atat de inselator...dar nu mai conteaza pentru ca atunci cand te-a vrajit lumea reala pare atat de departe...ajungi sa te trezesti la un moment dat si sa iti dai seama ca totul are o alta fata ...dar este important sa nu iti para rau pentru ca ai invatat ceva. Acel ceva care te poate ajuta mai tarziu sa iti gasesti adevarata fericire.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt convinsa ca fericirea imi va iesi in cale, poate chiar mai repede decat ma astept...si asta este valabil pentru noi toti :)&lt;br /&gt;Va doresc sa va impiedicati numai de fericire.&lt;br /&gt;O seara cat mai placuta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-2283106597370398035?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2283106597370398035/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/am-dormit-putin-insa-ciudat-de-bine.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2283106597370398035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2283106597370398035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/am-dormit-putin-insa-ciudat-de-bine.html' title='Dilema...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-348708278438995642</id><published>2010-04-18T10:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T11:26:00.386+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pe mainile mele...</title><content type='html'>...a ramas un vis,&lt;br /&gt;Pe buzele mele au ramas buzele tale.&lt;br /&gt;Ma apasa un dor nebun&lt;br /&gt;Insa mi-e teama...&lt;br /&gt;de propriile ganduri.&lt;br /&gt;Pe mainile mele a ramas tatuata&lt;br /&gt;Atingerea unei flori de primavara,&lt;br /&gt;Soarele imi mangaie fata&lt;br /&gt;Si norii imi zambesc,&lt;br /&gt;E vremea naturii sa renasca&lt;br /&gt;Si a mea... la fel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-348708278438995642?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/348708278438995642/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/pe-mainile-mele.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/348708278438995642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/348708278438995642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/pe-mainile-mele.html' title='Pe mainile mele...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-4544216817904523669</id><published>2010-04-12T10:04:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:06:35.894+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vorbe si iar vorbe...</title><content type='html'>M-am trezit pe la 7 fara ceva desi nu trebuia sa merg la lucru, probabil  din obisnuinta.&lt;br /&gt;Am stat asa in liniste si am vazut cum  ziua isi  face loc incet...incet... lasand in urma noaptea cu visele ei nebune. A  fost o noapte plina de vise care mai de care mai ciudate, insa cu toate  acestea as mai fi stat putin in acea lume...parca mai linistita decat  cea reala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am stat intre cei 4 pereti ai camerei mele , in  linistea diminetii...mi-a fost teama sa deschid televizorul  sa  nu speri si mai tare somnul care oricum era grabit. Mi-am dat seama ca  relatile dintre oameni sunt ciudate, te poti apropia de o persoana  intr-o clipa doar pentru ca a spus ceva, sau doar pentru o atingere pe  care initial nici macar nu ai remarcat-o. Apoi mai tarziu relatile se  pot rupe la fel de usor, sau poate chiar mai usor. Un cuvant spus la  intamplare care a durut mai mult decat ai fi vrut tu, o vorba aruncata  fara sa iti dai seama ce efecte va avea asupra ta sau a  celuilalt...&lt;br /&gt;E vreme urata afara ...&lt;br /&gt;Ieri mergand pe strada mi-am  dat seama ca pana acum cateva zile nu am trait deloc in prezent. La  inceput am trait in viitor cu vise multe si sperante, mai apoi am  inceput sa traiesc in trecut si din cand in cand in viitor, dar din ce  in ce mai putin. Trecutul era  mai prezent ca niciodata, ba prin vorbe,  ba prin reprouri, ba prin fapte ce nu au putut fi uitate...&lt;br /&gt;Am luat o  hotarare, cea de a nu mai trai decat in prezent, vreau sa profit de  fiecare clipa din viata mea si sa ma simt de parca fiecare vis ale meu  se implineste in orice clipa, nu mai vreau sa stau in trecut si nici sa  ma gandesc la viitor...&lt;br /&gt;Imi beau acum ceaiul fierbinte si ma gandesc  la... mai bine nu va spun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haideti sa dansam... pe o pajiste  verde , sa inchideti ochii si sa uitati de tot, de griji, probleme, job,  vise neimplinite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-4544216817904523669?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4544216817904523669/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/vorbe-si-iar-vorbe_12.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/4544216817904523669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/4544216817904523669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/vorbe-si-iar-vorbe_12.html' title='Vorbe si iar vorbe...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-791636114640642194</id><published>2010-04-03T21:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:01:26.766+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fara sens...</title><content type='html'>M-am asezat pe scaunul meu de la birou...si pentru un moment am tacut...am stat nemiscata, fara sa respir, fara sa indraznesc sa clipesc...si dintr-o data m-am hotarat. Pun punct si o iau de la capat.&lt;br /&gt;Un capitol s-a terminat si astept sa inceapa altul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Te iubesc" ...le aud acum la televizor si am ramas blocata pe ele. Te iubesc...te iubesc...te iubesc...te iubesc...sau poate nu...cuvinte uitate, cuvinte pe care le-am auzit poate pentru ca te-am presat eu prea mult sa le spui, sau poate din intamplare, poate din dorinta de a vedea reactia, poate din ideea de a avea  acel ceva care vibreaza inca in trupurile noastre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa ma misc...mi-e teama de ceea ce se poate intampla, mintea mea zboara, a calatorit toata ziua astazi prin intamplarile din ultimul an. Zambesc. Anul trecut de Paste eram la fel ca si acum, singra in apartamentul mare.&lt;br /&gt;Parfum de ganduri, parfum de amintiri, carti daruite si planuri de viitori, te gandesti la prima atingere si te intrebi cum de s-a ajuns aici, care a fost scopul intamplarilor si incerci sa deslusesti ce ai invatat din ultimul an al vietii tale...nu reusesti inca sa iti dai seama dar esti sigur de faptul ca totul s-a intamplat cu un rost...s inca astepti... Ai vrea sa dai timpul inapoi de fiecare data cand intampini un obstacol si te gandesti ca poate decizia pe care ai luat-o nu este cea buna si esti pe punctul sa o schimbi insa mai stai putin si te gandesti si iti dai din nou dreptate. Am procedat corect, Mai stai putin cu gandul in trecut si apoi te razgandesti din nou si vrei sa faci ceva pentru a schimba decizia... si intr-un final te trezesti renuntand, fara macar sa te intrebi de ce, fara sa mai speri la ceva desi sti ca in sufletul tau ai vrea sa se intample o minune si toate greselile sa dispara. Punct.&lt;br /&gt;Si sa o luam de la capat pentru ca viata e prea scurta ca sa avem regrete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-791636114640642194?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/791636114640642194/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/fara-sens.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/791636114640642194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/791636114640642194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/fara-sens.html' title='Fara sens...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-892489273682156494</id><published>2010-03-21T22:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:57:14.011+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O alta seara</title><content type='html'>Am venit pe jos astazi de la lucru si asta pentru ca mi s-a parut o seara perfecta pentru o plimbare...si se pare ca nu am fost singura, o multime de oameni pe strada profitau de seara frumoasa, oficial prima seara de primavara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In seara asta nu am vazut decat oameni fericiti, oameni cu zambetul pe buze, oameni care parca au renascut odata cu natura. Ma ntrebam daca am renascut si eu odata cu natura...dar nu...sufletul meu a murit in timp ce natura a renascut.&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt trista si goala pe dinauntru, as vrea sa zbor cu ochii inchisi pana la tine, sa te iau in brate si sa nu iti mai dau drumul niciodata. Este atat de greu sa renunt la vise, este atat de ciudat sa fi nevoit sa nenunti la ele chiar daca asta poate suna ciudat. Desi le-ai calcat in picioare de atatea ori, le-ai ridicat si ai luat-o de la capat in construirea lor...acum insa eu nu o mai pot lua de la capat, stau langa ruine si plang, ma rog sa fie doar un vis, iar atunci cand deschid ochii sa fie totul doar un vis urat.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e atat de dor...un dor nebun de tine, de mangaierea ta...de... tot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noapte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d1JiTB6-dfg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d1JiTB6-dfg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&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/3783137497227489814-892489273682156494?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/892489273682156494/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-alta-seara.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/892489273682156494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/892489273682156494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-alta-seara.html' title='O alta seara'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-6596088734981602882</id><published>2010-03-20T22:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:38:09.825+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Din nou...noapte...</title><content type='html'>Astazi a fost o zi frumoasa, plina de soare, primavara se face din ce in ce mai mult simtita si asta ma incanta. Mi-ar fi placut sa fi si tu cumine , si sa ne bucuram impreuna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am iesit de la lucru si aerul negru si cu miros de primavara m-a facut sa imi doresc o plimbare prin centru, acum in mijlocul nopti. M-am indreptat incet catre statia de tramvai, pana am ajuns acasa a parut o vesnicie. Nu m-am putut gandi decat la tine l...&lt;br /&gt;Mai bine tac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti spun doar noapte buna...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-6596088734981602882?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6596088734981602882/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/03/din-nounoapte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6596088734981602882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6596088734981602882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/03/din-nounoapte.html' title='Din nou...noapte...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-9160475272508615600</id><published>2010-03-19T22:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:33:57.931+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Noapte buna</title><content type='html'>E seara din nou...as vrea sa iti soptesc noapte buna, cu pleoapele inchise ... sa ma acopar cu bratele tale...insa esti atat de departe...lacrimile vor sa ma napadeasca insa nu le las. As vrea sa inchid ochii si sa ma trezesc intr-un alt vis, dar ar fi mult prea frumos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi a fost a doua zi de primavara, mirosul specific si soarele care imi mangaia obraji cand am iesit din cladirea imensa ma imbia sa alerg, sa ma plimb de nebuna pe strada, sa plang pana la epuizare, sa ma intind pe jos si sa privesc cerul atat de frumos...sa te strig, sa te iubesc, sa te sarut, sa te visesz, sa te ating, sa te doresc...si sa astept sa te vad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ti-am povestit ca am avut o zi buna la lucru...nu ti-am spus cat de dor mi-a fost sa iti aud vocea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi-a mai ramas decat sa iti spun ...noapte buna...in linistea nopti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-9160475272508615600?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/9160475272508615600/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/03/nopate-buna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/9160475272508615600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/9160475272508615600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/03/nopate-buna.html' title='Noapte buna'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-4482216435575669412</id><published>2010-03-18T19:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:22:29.964+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vorbe-n vant</title><content type='html'>Astazi primavara si-a facut simtita prezenta. A fost o zi in care iti vine sa te plimbi si sa te tot plmimbo so sa uiti de tine. Asta am facut si eu...m-am plimbat si m-am plimbat si am incercat sa uit de mine...&lt;br /&gt;MP3-ul meu a ramas fara baterie si m-am enervat putin pentru ca urma ca gandurile sa plece la plimbare, sa fiu nevoita sa le ascult si sa imi plang de mila.&lt;br /&gt;Prin centru parca intregul oras iesise sa se bucure de aceasta zi de primavara. Cupluri care se tineau de mana si se sarutau patimas, copii alergand dupa porumbei, familii fericite... Toata lumea avea cu cine sa imparta bucuria primaverii mai putin eu. Mergeam printre ei cu lacrimi in ochi si ma gandeam ce frumos ar fi sa... mai bine ma trezesc.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am dat seama ca nu mai am vise, cel putin nu sunt constienta de ele. Oare pentru cat timp? Cat va dura pana o sa imi fac alte vise, pana fiu din nou fericita?&lt;br /&gt;Privesc pozele tale de pe birou, nu am indraznit inca sa le iau de acolo. Le privesc si ma gandesc ca poate esti fericit si iti este bine. Mi-e atat de dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noapte buna...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-4482216435575669412?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4482216435575669412/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/03/vorbe-n-vant.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/4482216435575669412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/4482216435575669412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/03/vorbe-n-vant.html' title='Vorbe-n vant'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-926576027753432398</id><published>2010-03-17T19:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:52:02.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chesti fara sens</title><content type='html'>Mi-am dat seama ca traim din vise, ne nastem si murim odata cu ele. Ne facem vise, credem in ele si punem toata energia si toata puterea in ele...pana cand ele se darama, cad peste noi, ne lovesc iar noi ramanem in urma si privim in jurul nostru. In acele momente ne simtim fara sens, fara viata, ne dorim sa inchidem ochii si totul sa revina la normal. Da. Fiecare dintre noi trece prin asta, iar daca a existat om care nu si-a vazut, cel putin odata, visele calcate in picioare, as vrea sa ii strang mana si sa il felicit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am dat seama ca intr-un an de zile, mi-am calcat visele in picioade de 2 ori.Se putea si mai rau.&lt;br /&gt;Imi aduc aminte ca anul trecut pe vremea asta o duceam cam tot asa ca si acum...acum poate mai rau decat atunci. Si anul acesta imi voi petrece pastele singura, la fel ca si anul trecut, voi face salmale tot pentru mine, voi cinsti tot pentru mine...si ii voi compatimi pe cei din filme...chiar daca stiu ca pe mine nu ma compatimeste nimeni. Voi spune cu glas trist "Saracul om, e singur" fara sa ma gandesc ca si eu voi fi in aceeasi situatie.&lt;br /&gt;De Craciun am simtit cum este sa ai cu adevata o familie, si pentru asta nu pot decat sa iti multumesc in primul rand tie.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt obisnuita sa imi petrec singura sarbatorile, nu este nici o noutate, nu este nici prima data si probabil ca nici ultima din viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In seara asta nu iti voi putea spune noapte buna...dar iti scriu aici...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noapte...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-926576027753432398?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/926576027753432398/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/03/chesti-fara-sens.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/926576027753432398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/926576027753432398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/03/chesti-fara-sens.html' title='Chesti fara sens'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-4345123257579420435</id><published>2010-03-16T19:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:27:30.944+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru tine</title><content type='html'>Am scris un intreg roman si apoi l-am sters...am considerat ca oricum nu o sa intelegi nimic..oricum lacrimile mele nu iti spun nimic. Inima mea te striga insa se pare ca tu nu o auzi...&lt;br /&gt;Camera mea e goala si rece...imi dau seama ca nu mi-a placut niciodata aceasta camera si probabil ca nu o sa imi placa...&lt;br /&gt;Cuvintele tale imi rasuna obsesiv in minte...nu pot sa cred ca tocmai tu poti face o asemenea afirmatie cu privire la mine...doare...&lt;br /&gt;Pacat ca nu vezi si nu auzi nimic in afara de strigatul tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am vrut sa iti scriu ca te urasc...dar nu pot.&lt;br /&gt;Nu te urasc, din contra TE IUBESC si probabil o voi face toata viata mea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-4345123257579420435?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4345123257579420435/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-4313272419310102727</id><published>2010-03-10T19:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:41:01.969+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Visele inseamna munca</title><content type='html'>E frumos atunci cand ajungi sa iti indeplinesti visele, te simti bine, plin de incredere, plin de dorinta unor noi vise, plin de fericire...plin de viata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana unde suntem dispusi sa mergem pentru a ne indeplinii visele...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visele inseamna munca...cat de mult suntem dispusi sa muncim?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-4313272419310102727?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-943384910702454705</id><published>2010-03-09T20:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:03:29.582+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Versuri</title><content type='html'>Mii de culori in ganduri deslusite&lt;br /&gt;Mii de vibratii in sunetul tacerii...&lt;br /&gt;Intreaga lume paseste agale&lt;br /&gt;Pe un zar fara puncte.&lt;br /&gt;E lumea mea transparenta&lt;br /&gt;Si plina de parfum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un fluture imbracat in verde&lt;br /&gt;Ma invita in parc.&lt;br /&gt;Imi pierd pantoful de sticla&lt;br /&gt;Si lacrimile de cristal.&lt;br /&gt;Imi pierd inima senina&lt;br /&gt;Si flacara de atata amar.&lt;br /&gt;Parfum de tei...te astept...&lt;br /&gt;Pe o banca in parc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-943384910702454705?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/943384910702454705/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/03/versuri.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/943384910702454705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/943384910702454705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/03/versuri.html' title='Versuri'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-6359616064335379708</id><published>2010-03-04T00:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:50:28.364+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri in mijlocul noptii</title><content type='html'>In seara asta am adormit mai devreme...la un moment dat m-am trezit speriata, nu stiu de ce si nici nu vreau sa stiu.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am mai reusit sa adorm dupa aceea...stau si ma gandesc la noi. Ma gandesc la ce s-a intamplat si unde a disparut toata magia, ma gandesc de ce nu a putut sa fie frumos, de ce nu a putut sa ramana asa, asa cum am sperat fiecare dintre noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ultima vreme ma simt singura, ma simt ca ultimul om de pe pamant, ma simt ca un obiect care este trata ca atare.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost intrebata ce imi doresc...am tacut si am incercat sa nu incep sa plang, lucru pe care il fac destul de des de cateva luni incoace.&lt;br /&gt;Imi doresc sa pot sa traiesc linistita si fericita alaturi de persoana pe care o iubesc atat de mult.&lt;br /&gt;Ce este trist in toata povestea asta?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu...poate doar faptul ca nu suntem pe aceasi lungime de unda, poate faptul ca fiecare dintre noi are anumite idei despre ce inseamna o relatie si ce ar trebui sa se faca intr-o relatie. Poate faptul ca in momentul de fata nu suntem impreuna dar totusi suntem. Poate faptul ca in momentul de fata nu stiu care sunt atributile mele, cele de best friend sau cele de iubita. Nu stiu ce ar trebui sa cer si ce ar trebui a dau.&lt;br /&gt;Este ca un fel de " dute-vino" "te vreau, dar totusi nu te vreau".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am spus astazi ca fiecare iubeste in felul lui, ca fiecare isi arata sentimentele asa cum stie, asa cum crede, asa cum poate, dar...ce se intampla in momentul in care celalalt nu este multumit, atunci cand celalat nu se simte bine, atunci cand probabil ca exista dorinta dar orice incercare se prabuseste inainte de a incepe.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt momente in care as vrea sa spun atat de multe, dar cuvintele se opresc si nu vor sa iasa. Cred ca de frica sa nu fie criticate, de frica sa nu raneasca, de frica...dar oare cine se gandeste si la sufletul meu? probabil nimeni, asta pentru ca si eu uit de el de multe ori si atunci cum sa cer altcuiva sa isi aminteasca de el daca nici macar eu nu o fac?&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt ca si lampa de pe birou, fara suflet, fara dreptul de a spune ceva in fata vietii, singura...si trista...&lt;br /&gt;Se zice ca de ce ti-e frica de aia nu scapi, asa si eu,intotdeauna mi-a fost frica de singuratate si daca stau sa ma gandesc bine am trait destul de mult alaturi de ea, exact atunci cand am crezut ca am scapat a revenit cu mai multa forta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca ar trebui sa ma opresc...somnul nu ma vrea sa vina la mine insa ma voi pune sa il astept.&lt;br /&gt;Noapte...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-6359616064335379708?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6359616064335379708/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/03/ganduri-in-mijlocul-noptii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6359616064335379708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6359616064335379708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/03/ganduri-in-mijlocul-noptii.html' title='Ganduri in mijlocul noptii'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-5804976880716308901</id><published>2010-02-20T16:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:21:15.954+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prima zi din restul vietii tale</title><content type='html'>Mergea pe drum fara sa realizeze ce se intampla in jurul ei. Isi pusese castile in urechi pentru ca nu mai dorea sa isi asculte gandurile, a crezut ca in felul acesta va reduce la tacere tot ce striga in ea, credea ca poate reduce la tacere sufletul care zacea intr-un colt si plangea in hohote. S-a inselat. Muzica nici macar nu se auzea, gandurile si amintirile incepuse ca puna stapanire pe tot, trup, ganduri, suflet... Ploaia de afara era rece si deasa dar ea nici macar nu o simtea. Ultimele zile fusesera un cosmar, se simtea obosita.Se simtea la pamant si nu reusea sa se prinda de nimic pentru a se ridica. Sentimentul de singuratate a revenit puternic in sufletul ei, in viata ei desii il ura atat de mult. Toata viata s-a temut de singuratate, toata viata a urat-o chiar daca la un moment dat a crezut ca s-a obisnuit cu ea, toata viata a incercat sa fuga dar de fiecare data a prins-o din urma.&lt;br /&gt;Drumul catre casa a durat o vesnicie...la un moment dat a tresarit. La biserica de peste drum clopotele incepusera sa bata puternic...&lt;br /&gt;" O fi vreo nunta." Se gandi ea si incepuse sa caute cu privirea masini multe, oameni fericiti si nu in ultimul rand femeia cea mai fericita din lume in acel moment, mireasa. Nu era nimic, nici urma de oameni fericiti, nici urma de masini...atunci a izbugnit in plans...visase si ea o nunta, visase si ea sa fie ingerul in alb pentru o zi, sa fie regina lumii si a celui care a hotarat ca doreste sa isi imparta restul vieti cu ea. Visase un copilas care sa aiba parul cret si ochii verzi-albastri, visase un "happy end". Isi imagina ca acasa o va astepta acel barbat, pe care ea il dorea atat de mult, cu o floare si un inel...&lt;br /&gt;Claxonul unei masini a trezit-o din visare. Si-a dat seama de gandurile pe care le avea si s-a mustrat pe sine...a promis sa nu se mai gandeasca la asta niciodata, sa nu mai viseze si sa nu mai spere, dar in timp ce avea aceste ganduri lacrimile curgeau asemeni unui rau de cristal.&lt;br /&gt;A intrat incet in camera, si-a dat seama ca nu mai facuse ordine de cateva zile, iar hainele stateau impratiate...nu mai conta asta.&lt;br /&gt;Isi dorea doar ca cineva sa ii spuna ca visase urat si ca acum se poate trezi, inchise ochii si ii deschise din nou, dar se simtea la fel...Iubise cu toata fiinta si acceptase tot...iar acum nu mai are decat amintirea clipelor frumoase...isi amintii de primele imbratisari, primele saruturi, prima noapte impreuna...toate veneau rand pe rand...incercase sa alunge gandurile insa nu izbutise...iar lacrimile o napadira din nou.&lt;br /&gt;"E prima zi din restul vietii tale in care nu mi-ai auzit vocea. E prima zi din restul vietii mele in care mi-e dor de tine."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-5804976880716308901?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5804976880716308901/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/02/prima-zi-din-restul-vietii-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5804976880716308901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5804976880716308901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/02/prima-zi-din-restul-vietii-tale.html' title='Prima zi din restul vietii tale'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-7742361962340752479</id><published>2010-02-16T22:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:45:34.251+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Primavara incepe cu tine"</title><content type='html'>Desi imi simt ochii obositi si stiu ca ar vrea sa doarma mi s-a facut un dor nebun sa scriu. Mi s-a facut un dor nebun de primavara pe care o astept cu atata nerabdare. Mi-e un dor nebun de serile calde in care imi faceam plimbarea pana in centru si inapoi, de zilele in care mergeam la lucru pe jos si admiram tot ce trecea pe langa mine. Da. Astept primavara. Astept mirosul acela de primavara care reuseste sa ne imbete pe toti, care ne face sa credem ca lumea abia acum incepe.&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt obosita, a fost zi lunga azi si acum as vrea sa ma plimb prin centru de mana cu tine, sa ne intoarcem si sa ne oprim la un ceai in locul nostru preferat, cu muzica buna si ceai fermecat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e un dor nebun sa stau in parc si sa scriu, sa stau si sa imi citesc gandurile ca pe o carte veche si foarte pretioasa, sa ma arunc in iarba si sa fac coronite din papadie. Vreau sa simt mirosul dulce al vietii.&lt;br /&gt;Ma ridic si incep sa dansez, singura, din nou si din nou pe aceiasi melodie pana la epuizare... Primavara incepe cu tine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noapte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OmlPtIpQitw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=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/OmlPtIpQitw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/3783137497227489814-7742361962340752479?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7742361962340752479/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/02/primavara-incepe-cu-tine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7742361962340752479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7742361962340752479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/02/primavara-incepe-cu-tine.html' title='&quot;Primavara incepe cu tine&quot;'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-2201282717769721369</id><published>2010-02-07T20:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:03:23.551+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacrima mea</title><content type='html'>Lumea intreaga...glob de cristal&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea mea un diamant urias,&lt;br /&gt;Frumos, dar neslefuit.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi florile au o alta culoare&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/S28OUjDQkRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/f-t6QEyi-0U/s1600-h/4464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/S28OUjDQkRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/f-t6QEyi-0U/s320/4464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435579021428560146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au un alt miros&lt;br /&gt;Si o ala incatare.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi soarele nu mai este galben&lt;br /&gt;Ci s-a transformat in ceva mai puternic.&lt;br /&gt;Acum cerul nu mai este albastru&lt;br /&gt;A imprumutat din visele mele verzi...&lt;br /&gt;Acum lacrima mea nu mai este sarata,&lt;br /&gt;Are gustul dulce al vinului&lt;br /&gt;Si parca ma imbata&lt;br /&gt;Chiar si numai cu mireasma sa.&lt;br /&gt;Lacrima aceasta ma face sa visez&lt;br /&gt;Ma face sa cant si sa uit&lt;br /&gt;Ma face sa dansez singura&lt;br /&gt;Pana cand incet ma topesc.&lt;br /&gt;Lacrima mea a devenit ...&lt;br /&gt;Trandafirul meu rosu&lt;br /&gt;Crescut in zapada alba...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-2201282717769721369?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2201282717769721369/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/02/lacrima-mea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2201282717769721369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2201282717769721369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/02/lacrima-mea.html' title='Lacrima mea'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/S28OUjDQkRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/f-t6QEyi-0U/s72-c/4464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-2298134535190852707</id><published>2010-02-04T18:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:32:04.177+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Heal the world"</title><content type='html'>Afara se intuneca deja...e si putina ceata...asta ma face sa ma gandesc ca uneori ceata apare atunci cand te astepti mai putin...te face sa mergi pe bajbaite si apoi dispare ...lasandu-te pe tine sa vezi ce ai facut.&lt;br /&gt;Canta acum una dintre melodiile mele preferate, Heal the world-  Michael Jackson, melodia asta ma face sa visez, ma face sa uit de tot. Stiti ce am observat in ultima perioada? Ca incerc sa nu mai vorbesc despre oameni, au suflet mare insa pot face si mult rau, la fel cu am fact si eu cu majoritatea persoanelor care au stat in jurul meu, la fel cum fac si acum cu cele care au mai ramas langa mine...Avem suflet mare ca si oameni insa nu intotdeauna stim sa il folosim...&lt;br /&gt;Mie atat de dor de mare... privesc uneori fotografii facute la mare, inchid ochii si ma gandesc ca sunt langa ea, ca pot sa calc pe nisipul fierbinte, ca pot sa privesc infinitul si atunci totul sa dispara, sa ramanem doar noi in univers, si sa pot sa zbor, sa zbor asa cum imi doresc de-o viata...&lt;br /&gt;Visele mi s-au schimbat, odata cu trecerea timpului am observat ca fie se schimba, fie devin mai complexe. Important este ca de fiecare data avem vise, nu ramane nici o cllipa in care sa nu credem in ceva, nu exista nici o clipa in care sa nu visam la ceva...ne suparam...calcam in picioare visele de pana atunci si in secunda urmatoare ne facem altele sau poate tot aceleasi dar puse intr-o alta lumina...&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa visez, imi place sa visez tot timpul si imi place sa cred ca la un moment dat ele se vor implinii, chiar daca si pentr o scurta perioada de timp...&lt;br /&gt;Mergeam azi pe strada si priveam in jur, toat lumea este atat de trista, si atat de preocupata de probleme, pe care uneori ei singuri si le fac. Atat de [reocupati de ganduri, de ce spune vecina, de ce va spune lumea din jurul lor...Pacat ca pierdem atat de mult timp in tristete...timp pe care l-am putea pierde zambind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-2298134535190852707?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2298134535190852707/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/02/heal-world.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2298134535190852707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2298134535190852707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/02/heal-world.html' title='&quot;Heal the world&quot;'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-3586136202812968032</id><published>2010-02-01T11:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:31:10.949+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fulgi de nea</title><content type='html'>E luni...o noua zi, un  noua saptamana...o oua luna...ce imi va aduce saptamana asta, ce imi va aduce luna fbruarie...nu stiu, si nici nu cred ca vreau sa stiu...stau langa geam si privesc cum ninge...ninge linistit...ninge frumos...&lt;br /&gt;Astazi mi-am dat seama ca se ca face un an indata de cand incerc sa imi indeplinesc niste vise, se cam face un an de cand am inceput sa plang cel putin o data pe satamana, se cam face un an de cand imi tot promit ca nu voi mai fi trista , ca nu voi  mai plange pentru nimeni si nimic...ei bine nu m-am tinut de cuvant, plang chiar si la un film, pentru ca se plange si in film...&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb ce va aduce saptamana asta...imi va aduce putina incredere in mine? Imi va aduce putina liniste si putina ambitie sa merg mai departe... nu pot decat sa sper...&lt;br /&gt;Ninge..si linistea fulgilor ma face sa plang...vreu sa simt si eu linistea asta atat de cautata, macar pentru o secunda, un minut, o zi... Rog fulgii sa imi dea si mie din siguranta si linistea lor...insa nici macar nu ma baga in seama...&lt;br /&gt;Incep sa plang pentru a nu stiu-cata-oara in ultima perioada...e un moment in care nu stiu ce sa fac si cum sa fac. Un moment in care parca viata mea isi pierde rostul. Un moment in care lumea e cu susul in jos iar eu nu stiu ce este mai bine. Nu stiu cum sa fac sa fie mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Inchid ochii si imi doresc sa dansez alaturi de fulgii albi si gingasi, imi doresc sa cobor lin si fara griji, imi doresc sa rad pana la epuizare si sa uit ca exist, sa uit de lucru, de scoala, de neintelegeri, de reprosuri, de ce este bine si ce nu, de ce fac bine si de ce nu fac bine.&lt;br /&gt;Ochii imi sunt tristi si satuli de atatea lacrimi, dar cu toate astea nu se opresc si de multe ori uita sa mai zambeasca ...&lt;br /&gt;Si cam atat am avut de spus...o zi buna...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-3586136202812968032?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3586136202812968032/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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astept ca visele&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma inunde din nou...&lt;br /&gt;Strang tare in brate parfumul tau&lt;br /&gt;Si nu vreau sa ii mai dau drumul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-6508185866897104055?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6508185866897104055/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/01/de-dimineata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6508185866897104055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6508185866897104055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2010/01/de-dimineata.html' title='De dimineata'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-881723113237854907</id><published>2010-01-28T20:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:38:56.398+02:00</updated><title type='text'>................</title><content type='html'>E frig afara.... w frig si zapada...nu a mai vazut o asemenea iarna de cand eram copil si ma dadeam cu sania...fara ganduri, fara griji, fara idei...fara nimic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca am ramas din nou fara inspiratie, insa de aceasta data definitiv, credeam ca nu voi mai scrie niciodata, credeam ca doar o sa privesc randurile scrise demult si din cand in cand o lacrima va aluneca pe obrazul meu...dar in momentul in care mi-a trecut prin gand sa incerc, cuvintele au inceput sa vina, nu stiu de unde...dar cu o repeziciune care la un moment dat m-a speriat...&lt;br /&gt;Zapada, iarna, ganduri, iubire, brad de craciun urias, cele mai frumoase zile departe de tot, departe de oamenii rai, departe de nimicuri de zi cu zi, departe pana si de noi, iubire, respect, idei, vise albastre si verzi, amintiri frumoase, planuri pentru o viata, rasete nebune, nopti cu multe sentimente noi, nopti traite intens, nopti cu doua realitati, una cu ochii larg deschisi si cealalta cu ochii inchisi...&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb uneori...oare cum va fi anul viitor pe vremea asta, oare ce voi face...oare cum va fii viata mea...???&lt;br /&gt;haide...zambeste ca sa pot zambii si eu :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="RO"&gt;Gandurile parca mi-au inghetat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="RO"&gt;Iar visele au plecat la sanius.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="RO"&gt;Un fulg de nea cam adormit,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="RO"&gt;Isi face lista de cadouri.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="RO"&gt;Un altul a-nceput deja &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="RO"&gt;Sa-mpodobeasca bradul...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="RO"&gt;Si asteapta, cu sufletul la gura&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa vina Mos Craciun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-5234028267377251084?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-5490170897172632568</id><published>2009-11-17T22:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:30:20.257+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In umbra noptii</title><content type='html'>In umbra noptii iti simt respiratia,&lt;br /&gt;Ma cheama spre tine cu-o voce soptita.&lt;br /&gt;Afara ploua si stropii te spala,&lt;br /&gt;E toamna tarzie...iarna aproape.&lt;br /&gt;In umbra noptii te caut cu ochii inchisi,&lt;br /&gt;Te strig cu sufletul ascuns&lt;br /&gt;In apa ce tocmai s-a scurs&lt;br /&gt;Din visul meu cald...&lt;br /&gt;In umbra noptii timide ma ascund,&lt;br /&gt;Frigul ma tine pe brate&lt;br /&gt;Si-mi canta la ureche&lt;br /&gt;Cu stropi de cristal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-5490170897172632568?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5490170897172632568/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-umbra-noptii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5490170897172632568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5490170897172632568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-umbra-noptii.html' title='In umbra noptii'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-318099899870014516</id><published>2009-11-17T19:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:36:39.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cainele din spatele blocului latra neincetat...as vrea sa taca sa pot asculta linistea impreuna cu sunetul tastelor lovite parca...&lt;br /&gt;Am venit pe strada si am creat 1001 randuri pe care acum nu le mai tin minte, am incercat sa scriu dar acelea au fost uitate deja, vin altele si altele. Am mers incet si fara sa observ pe unde am calcat, stiu doar pe unde am venit, pwntru ca e drumul  pe care pasesc de ceva vreme, mereu acelasi.  Care este rostul meu in lume? Nu-l stiu si nu cred ca il voi afla vreodata...poate ca nici nu vreau...&lt;br /&gt;Nu reusesc sa fac nimic bine, parca in ciuda mea totul merge invers de cum mi-as dorii eu, ce-i drept imi doresc sa schimb lumea intreaga insa obosesc inainte de a incepe.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi a fost o zi in care dorinta mea de socializare s-a aflat undeva la cel mai mic nivel, tot ce imi doream era sa ma inchid intr-o cutie si nimeni sa nu imi poata spune nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Locul de munca nu ma mai multumeste, parca stau pe loc, oameni cu fete nervoase se afiseaza atunci cand ii rogi ceva, oameni care cred ca viata lor este atat de grea, oameni care cred ca sunt atat de nefericiti incat nimeni nu are dreptul sa le spuna ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi la lucru am citit un mail despre fata de servici din cladire. O fata cam de varsta mea. Ea si mopul pe care il are in mana de fiecare data au fost un subiect de discutie, de ce nu poate si ea sa lucreze cu noi. Fata, mopul, privirea ei...trebuie sa recunosc ca imaginea este una trista...dar am fost de acord cu unul dintre colegii mei care spunea ca " poate fata asta este mai fericita si mai multumita de viata ei decat suntem noi"&lt;br /&gt;Dreptate are, poate ca simplitatea ei o face fericita. Fericita asa cum eu nu stiu sa fiu decat in unele momente, fericita asa cum uneori uit sa fiu. De ce? Pentru ca masca pe care trebuie sa o am in fiecare zi imi ocupa tot timpul, pentru problemele pe care singura mi le fac ma sufoca, pentru ca lucrurile pe care mi le doresc ma fac sa nu mai fiu eu...&lt;br /&gt;Am zis din nou astazi " imi este dor sa fiu eu". Eu...care?  Actorul de acum 2 ani, 3 sau poate mai mult? Actorul de acum o luna sau mai mult? Spun actor pentru ca defapt asta suntem cu totii, jucam un rol in societate, un rol pe care nici macar nu il cunoastem, dar ne straduim sa facem piesa sa iasa bine. Ne straduim sa zambim pe strada sa nu vada celalalt cat de distrusi ne simtim, zambim frumos si raspundem cald " bine fac". Mergem pe strada si vedem un om cum plange, trecem mai departe si spunem "saracul de el" poate ca ar trebui sa ne oprim, poate ca am putea sa mergem sa plangem impreuna cu el. Asta pentru ca la toti ne plange sufletul si noi nu dorim sa il auzim, pentru ca rasul ascutit al nostru se aude mai tare decat plansul inabusit al sufletului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc acum...sa imi spal sufletul...poate isi revine si numa plange...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-318099899870014516?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/318099899870014516/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/11/cainele-din-spatele-blocului-latra.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/318099899870014516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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trezit&lt;br /&gt;Si se duce la intalnire.&lt;br /&gt;O inima de sticla se roteste&lt;br /&gt;Iar lumina ei inveseleste peretele.&lt;br /&gt;Ii e frica sa nu se sparga,&lt;br /&gt;Dar totusi inca mai danseaza.&lt;br /&gt;O stea a coborat&lt;br /&gt;Si m-a lasat fara putere.&lt;br /&gt;Somnul a venit cu parfumul lui...&lt;br /&gt;Plin de dor .&lt;br /&gt;Imaginea ta si-a facut loc in patul meu&lt;br /&gt;Si acum ma tine strans in brate.&lt;br /&gt;Inchide ochii si hai sa visam impreuna...&lt;br /&gt;Noapte buna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-2683526771279219559?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2683526771279219559/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/11/noapte-buna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2683526771279219559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2683526771279219559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/11/noapte-buna.html' title='Noapte buna!'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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noi&lt;br /&gt;Si asteapta sa fie prinsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau doar sa privesc si sa zambesc&lt;br /&gt;Ca lumea intreaga e a mea&lt;br /&gt;Si pot sa o tin in brate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-1687645460162489012?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1687645460162489012/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/11/vreau-doar-sa-privesc.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/1687645460162489012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/1687645460162489012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/11/vreau-doar-sa-privesc.html' title='Vreau doar sa privesc...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-6515101256042210671</id><published>2009-11-05T20:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:03:42.244+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Joi seara...</title><content type='html'>...As vrea sa scriu despre oameni,dar imi dau seama ca nu sunt in masura sa spun foarte multe.&lt;br /&gt;Cu totii mintim, suntem rautaciosi, avem frustrari, invidii, ni se pare ca toata lumea are ceva cu noi, ca... ca...&lt;br /&gt;In ultima perioada am auzit destul de des "prieten adevarat" si acum ma macina. Ce face un prieten adevarat? Sau exista prieten adevarat?&lt;br /&gt;Oamnii vin si pleaca din viata ta, dupa cum am mai zis in functie de increderea pe care le-o acorzi, plecarea doare mai putin sau mai mult, odata cu trecerea timpului vor ramane doar amintirile frumoase, pe care le vom sterge de praf din cand in cand.&lt;br /&gt;Am atatea de spus dar parca cuvintele se opres in gat asemeni unei lame de cutit, si doare din ce in ce mai tare, la un moment dat o sa ma obisnuiesc cu durerea si nu o voi mai simtii. Mi-am dat seama ca eu nu sunt un prieten adevarat, nu stiu sa fiu un prieten adevarat si cred ca nici nu mai vreau sa fiu un prieten adevarat. O sa va spun si de ce...poti sa traiesti o viata langa un om si nu voi reusii sa il cunosc in totalitate, imi creez o anumita impresie si ulteiror se pare ca m-am inselat, dupa cum se zice cu cat ai asteptari mai mari cu atat rana este mai adanca. Am avut asteptari de la persoanele din jurul meu, as mintii sa spun ca nu, iar ranile lasate...nu va pot spune cat sunt de mari.&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt nici un om de cuvant, dar pana la urma cine isi respecta cu sfintenie toate promisiunile facute? Asta ma face un om rau? Poate ca da ...sau poate ca nu...&lt;br /&gt;Stiti ce am mai remarcat eu ? Ca ne place la nebunie sa vorbim de unul si de altul, sa vorbim de cate de naspa nis se pare noua ca si persoana, ca uite ce face sau ce a facut, ca uite cum se poarta...si uitam de noi, uitam complet de noi, uitam ca si noi facem aceleasi lucruri, dar....sunt vazute din alt punct de vedere. Ceea ce este si mai tare...ca nu acceptam sa primim reprosuri, ne irita si ne enerveaza, nu acceptam sa ni se spuna adevarul vazut de celalalt pentru ca din punctul nostru de vedere nu are dreptate. As putea sa continui...dar...punct.&lt;br /&gt;Si de la capat. Viata merge inainte, cu bune si rele, merge inainte fie ca acum am fost raniti si asta ne-a facut mai buni...sau poate mai rai, dupa cum se spune, poate ca viata noastra chiar e scrisa in stele...sau poate nu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-6515101256042210671?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6515101256042210671/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/11/joi-seara.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6515101256042210671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6515101256042210671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/11/joi-seara.html' title='Joi seara...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-3554257850943326698</id><published>2009-10-29T20:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:52:54.349+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Clipe</title><content type='html'>Clipe, clipe, clipe...&lt;br /&gt;Astazi am plecat de acasa fara ceasul de mana, mi-am dat seama cand deja plecasem de acasa...am zis ca nu ma mai intorc... am avut senzatia ca astazi cineva imi numara clipele, si a fost mai rau decat sa privesc ceasul cum imi contorizeaza fiecare respiratie, parca cineva era in spatele meu si imi spunea: 1,2,3 ...secunde....1,2,3...minute...ore...&lt;br /&gt;Aseara cand m-am pus in pat...ma gandeam...a mai trecut o zii, oare ce imi aduce ziua de maine, oare ce se va mai intampla, oare unde imi vor fi gandurile...&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata nu voi avea destul timp....&lt;br /&gt;Nu voi avea destul timp pentru ce?  poate daca as stii sa pretuiesc fiecare clipa pe care o am as vedea ca am timp suficient, doar sa vreau.&lt;br /&gt;Nu voi avea suficient timp sa cunosc oamenii? poate ca nici nu vreau, cu cat ii cunosti mai bine cu atat mai mult parca nu ii cunosti.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt inca un copil, si nu vreau sa ma despart de asta, nu vreau sa las copilul din mine sa plece desii cred ca l-am cam pierdut. Omul matur isi face din ce in ce mai mult loc in sufletul meu, omul satul de oameni isi face si el tot mai mult loc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hey copile, te rog nu pleca, ramai cu mine, mai stai putin te rog...doar o clipa... cat o viata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-3554257850943326698?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3554257850943326698/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/clipe.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3554257850943326698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3554257850943326698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/clipe.html' title='Clipe'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-7176953698138508243</id><published>2009-10-29T00:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:18:57.314+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esti...</title><content type='html'>Esti un vis&lt;br /&gt;...O parte din cuprins.&lt;br /&gt;Esti furtuna din zilele toride,&lt;br /&gt;Ploaia din zilele cu soare,&lt;br /&gt;Nisipul fierbinte de sub picioare,&lt;br /&gt;Lacrima de pe obraz ce curge agale.&lt;br /&gt;Esti in toate cuvintele pe care le-am rostit&lt;br /&gt;...In toate gandurile pe care le am&lt;br /&gt;Si le-am avut.&lt;br /&gt;Esti aerul pe care uneori il tin in piept&lt;br /&gt;Si nu mai vreau sa ii dau drumul.&lt;br /&gt;Esti floarea care aduce primavara&lt;br /&gt;Si vantul care adie usor prin parul meu&lt;br /&gt;...Parfumul de tei si visele lui.&lt;br /&gt;Esti in toate stele de pe cer&lt;br /&gt;Esti inceputul care va venii&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu cand, unde si cum&lt;br /&gt;Dar stiu ca va venii.&lt;br /&gt;Esti zapada alba care stiu ca va cadea.&lt;br /&gt;Esti aerul de dimineata si soarele de seara.&lt;br /&gt;Esti tot ce vreau si ce nu vreau&lt;br /&gt;...Tot ce am si ce nu am&lt;br /&gt;...Tot ce vad si ce nu vad.&lt;br /&gt;Esti sunetul dulce al plansului meu&lt;br /&gt;Si vocea calda a tacerii&lt;br /&gt;In mijlocul marii.&lt;br /&gt;Esti inima pe care lumea mea o are&lt;br /&gt;Esti gandul de dimineata si cel de seara.&lt;br /&gt;Esti zambetul pe care uneori il uit&lt;br /&gt;Si atingerea care ma face sa tresar.&lt;br /&gt;Esti zambetul ce ma umple&lt;br /&gt;Si golul plin de unde fiorii isi fac loc&lt;br /&gt;Esti tot ce este mai frumos...&lt;br /&gt;Esti insasi viata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-7176953698138508243?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7176953698138508243/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/esti.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7176953698138508243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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drumul la vise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupta, compromisuri&lt;br /&gt;Alb, negru, flori, veselie,&lt;br /&gt;Copii, bucurie...&lt;br /&gt;Fluturi si soare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zambeste!&lt;br /&gt;Pentru fiecare stop de ploaie&lt;br /&gt;Pentru fiecare pas pe care il faci.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru fiecare gand pe care il ai.&lt;br /&gt;Zambeste!&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca tocmai ti-am sarutat sufletul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-6705330743714361646?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6705330743714361646/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/zambeste.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6705330743714361646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6705330743714361646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/zambeste.html' title='Zambeste!'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-4350814702603135377</id><published>2009-10-26T13:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:12:29.521+02:00</updated><title type='text'>VIs</title><content type='html'>Vis  ce ma chinui neincetat&lt;br /&gt;Si-mi smulgi din brate tot&lt;br /&gt;Si-mi pui durere.&lt;br /&gt;Vis ce crezi ca totul e al tau&lt;br /&gt;Lasa-ma sa uit de tine...&lt;br /&gt;Vis ce-n verde te-ai colorat&lt;br /&gt;Si inoti in marea mea de ganduri,&lt;br /&gt;lasa-mi sufletul sa traiasca.&lt;br /&gt;Vis ce imi zambesti sfios&lt;br /&gt;Si ma vrajesti cu magia ta&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc in infinitul crud&lt;br /&gt;Al vietii mele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-4350814702603135377?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4350814702603135377/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/vis.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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inviat&lt;br /&gt;Pixul cu care imi scriu pe suflet&lt;br /&gt;S-a terminat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o parte din lacrima ta,&lt;br /&gt;O parte din zambetul tau,&lt;br /&gt;Lumea ta...&lt;br /&gt;Marea din fata declanseaza furtuna&lt;br /&gt;Nisipul imi incalzeste pielea&lt;br /&gt;Si ma topeste de dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vino si ia-ma in brate,&lt;br /&gt;Tine-ma de mana si asculta-mi inima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-1851070178705299790?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1851070178705299790/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/dor.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/1851070178705299790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/1851070178705299790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/dor.html' title='Dor...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-4198548668593604306</id><published>2009-10-23T14:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:24:35.112+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh...</title><content type='html'>Shhh... nu spune nimic...&lt;br /&gt;Asculta doar...&lt;br /&gt;Pasiune, dorinta...&lt;br /&gt;Shhh... liniste&lt;br /&gt;Sa imi pot auzii gandurile,&lt;br /&gt;Sa pot soptii lumii ca sunt aici&lt;br /&gt;Shhh...poate ma strigi in soapta&lt;br /&gt;Si vreau sa iti aud vocea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-4198548668593604306?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4198548668593604306/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/shhh.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/4198548668593604306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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dor...&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai urata cladire,cartofi prajiti,cuvinte, priviri ascunse, priviri pline de dorinta, ceai, dorinta ascunsa a unui sarut, vise, ganduri, iubire, sentimente necunoscute, dorinta, pasiune,saruturi, imbratisari, mesaje fierbinti,certuri, cuvinte aruncate, impacare si promisiuni...&lt;br /&gt;Imi vin atat de multe in minte acum  si totusi atat de putine...&lt;br /&gt;Deeeeci....si punct.   si de la capat... Vreau tot ce nu se poate avea, vreau ca luna sa aiba parul lung si cret, vreau ca soarele sa rada in hohote, vreau ca zapada sa nu se topeasca in palma mea, vreau...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau tot si in acelasi timp nimic, vreau sa zbor dar imi este frica sa nu cad, vreau sa fug pana la tine in picioarele goale...Vreau sa pot intinde mana si sa te tin langa mine pentru o viata, in fiecare secunda, in fiecare moment al vietii noastre, vreau cerul sa ne fie prieten, vreau marea intreaga doar pentru noi si plaja toata in bratele noastre...o lume fara ganduri si plina de iubire, o lume a noastra...&lt;br /&gt;-Dormi?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu.&lt;br /&gt;- Ma bucur, pentru ca vroiam sa te aud...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-8134951179784743107?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8134951179784743107/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/cateva-cuvinte-cu-pleoapele-inchise.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8134951179784743107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8134951179784743107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/cateva-cuvinte-cu-pleoapele-inchise.html' title='Cateva cuvinte cu pleoapele inchise...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-678488638012130031</id><published>2009-10-19T15:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:12:20.861+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tin cerul in brate&lt;br /&gt;Si ma joc cu norii mari si grei.&lt;br /&gt;Tin gandurile in maini&lt;br /&gt;Si ma intreb daca sa le dau drumul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-678488638012130031?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/678488638012130031/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/tin-cerul-in-brate-si-ma-joc-cu-norii.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/678488638012130031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/678488638012130031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/tin-cerul-in-brate-si-ma-joc-cu-norii.html' title=''/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-5328119106114638113</id><published>2009-10-19T14:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:07:04.900+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cateva cuvinte</title><content type='html'>Dupa un somn cu vise cumplite, m-am trezit la realitate, simt o liniste ciudata, nu am mai simtit asta de ceva timp, acum sunt linistita, departe de o lume care imi pare din ce in ce mai straina, departe de tot...&lt;br /&gt;Linistea ce a pus stapanire pe mine este atat de placuta, imi da senzatia ca as putea face orice, as putea sa zbor pana la nori si sa cobor inapoi, as putea sa aduc muntii mai aproape pentru a ma cufunda in zapada atat de calma, sa o rog sa imi imprumute si mie din calmul ei...&lt;br /&gt;Desii afara este atat de urat, in lumea mea incepe sa rasara soarele, nu stiu cat il va tine, dar sper sa ramana acolo pentru ...o eternitate....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-5328119106114638113?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5328119106114638113/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/cateva-cuvinte.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5328119106114638113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5328119106114638113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/cateva-cuvinte.html' title='Cateva cuvinte'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-254861055051524686</id><published>2009-10-18T00:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:34:02.842+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La multi ani,!</title><content type='html'>La multi ani, Iuly!&lt;br /&gt;A mai trecut un an,&lt;br /&gt;S-a mai scurs o parte din viata ta,&lt;br /&gt;S-au mai scurs clipe uitate si clipe frumoase,&lt;br /&gt;Ce va aduce noul an?&lt;br /&gt;Cine stie...&lt;br /&gt;Poate fericire, poate lacrimi...poate...&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-254861055051524686?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/254861055051524686/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-multi-ani.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/254861055051524686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/254861055051524686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-multi-ani.html' title='La multi ani,!'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-6194201586024307329</id><published>2009-10-18T00:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:31:55.912+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce-mi doresc?</title><content type='html'>CE-mi doresc?&lt;br /&gt;Sa pot sa zbor fara frica,&lt;br /&gt;Sa pot sa visez fara sa imi fie teama&lt;br /&gt;De ziua de maine.&lt;br /&gt;Sa pot sa vorbesc fara sa ranesc,&lt;br /&gt;Sa pot sa zambesc&lt;br /&gt;Chiar si atunci cand nu am chef,&lt;br /&gt;Sa pot sa te tin langa mine&lt;br /&gt;Pentru o eternitate de acum,&lt;br /&gt;Sa pot sa inchid ochii&lt;br /&gt;Si sa primesc un sarut&lt;br /&gt;Pe neasteptate...&lt;br /&gt;Ce-mi doresc?&lt;br /&gt;O viata fara ganduri&lt;br /&gt;Fara iluziii,&lt;br /&gt;Doar cu realitati frumoase,&lt;br /&gt;Doar cu ganduri si vise implinite,&lt;br /&gt;Ganduri de seara si ganduri de dimineata&lt;br /&gt;Pline de fericire.&lt;br /&gt;Un sarut in fuga&lt;br /&gt;Si o atingere ...&lt;br /&gt;Si.... ma opresc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-6194201586024307329?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6194201586024307329/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/ce-mi-doresc-sa-pot-sa-zbor-fara-frica.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mine&lt;br /&gt;Ma prinde de mana si ma trage usor.&lt;br /&gt;Ganduri de sticla ma acopera&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa le dau la o parte,&lt;br /&gt;Dra fiecare ciob lasa o rana.&lt;br /&gt;Papusa de portelan priveste sfios&lt;br /&gt;La intreg tabloul...&lt;br /&gt;Umbra ma trage din nou,&lt;br /&gt;Ma duce sigura catre nicaieri&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu o urmez cuminte.&lt;br /&gt;Soarele incearca sa sopteasca ceva&lt;br /&gt;Dar norii ii fac semn sa taca.&lt;br /&gt;Ma indrept catre o alta viata...&lt;br /&gt;Umbra care ma tine de mana&lt;br /&gt;E umbra mea...&lt;br /&gt;Ma las purtata de val&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa ma trezesc cu soarele pe fata&lt;br /&gt;Si nisip pe picioare&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa ma trezesc cu vise purtate pe brate&lt;br /&gt;Si ganduri 1000...&lt;br /&gt;Si umbra mea tinandu-ma de mana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-3323684514533455230?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' 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trista'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-5296589735686936711</id><published>2009-10-07T01:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:49:02.173+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Din nou...</title><content type='html'>Gandurile imi sunt departe,&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimi transformate in vise,&lt;br /&gt;Si Vise transformate in crini...&lt;br /&gt;Imi las capul in jos&lt;br /&gt;Si incerc sa merg cu ochii inchisi.&lt;br /&gt;Vantul imi spala sufletul&lt;br /&gt;Si iarna incearca sa il inghete,&lt;br /&gt;Spune ca asa nu mai doare...&lt;br /&gt;Ma transform in nisip,&lt;br /&gt;Si ma scurg incet in apa.&lt;br /&gt;Ma transform in nori&lt;br /&gt;Si apoi in ploaie&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa imi spal trupul&lt;br /&gt;Cazut in noroi...&lt;br /&gt;Stropi care lasa in urma rani&lt;br /&gt;Si stropi care le vindeca...&lt;br /&gt;Din nou...inchid ochii...&lt;br /&gt;Din nou pictez vise&lt;br /&gt;Pe o panza alba...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-5296589735686936711?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5296589735686936711/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/din-nou.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5296589735686936711'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Un nor pluteste agale&lt;br /&gt;Peste lumea intreaga...&lt;br /&gt;Unicornul tocmai m-a zarit&lt;br /&gt;Si a plecat usor...&lt;br /&gt;Catre alte ganduri,&lt;br /&gt;Poate...catre alte lumi.&lt;br /&gt;Cu ochi de copil privesc&lt;br /&gt;Catre lumea intoarsa pe dos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-7909129295776192526?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7909129295776192526/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-lumea-mea.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7909129295776192526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7909129295776192526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-lumea-mea.html' title='In lumea mea'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-1680414800162474338</id><published>2009-09-15T23:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:29:23.946+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noapte...</title><content type='html'>Departe imi sunt gandurile acum...departe as vrea sa fiu si eu, departe de lume si de reprosuri departe de tot...vreti sa stiti ce doare cel mai tare? ca incerc sa fac bine, si apoi imi primesc si rasplata REPROSURI cat cuprinde. Un prieten zicea ca nici o fapta buna nu ramane nepedepsita, l-am contrazis atunci dar uite ca incep sa ii dau dreptate...incerc sa fac bine, dar o dau in bara de fiecare data...si ajung sa fac rau.&lt;br /&gt;Vise nu mai am...nu mai vreau sa am vise, am renuntat la ele, pentru ca se calca in picioare la fiecare pas, fie le calcam noi fie au grija altii de asta.&lt;br /&gt;Pana acum cateva luni visam ca un copil prost, acum...nici macar asta nu mai vreau sa fac, bineinteles de frica ...da...imi este frica ...imi este frica sa inchid ochii si sa visez, imi este frica ca totul se va darama si voi ramane ca si data trecuta, singura printre ruine...imi este frica sa nu ma intorc acolo, imi este frica si sa ma gandesc ...&lt;br /&gt;Piedica dupa piedica, dar pana la urma din vina cui? a mea...poate ca nu lupt pentru ceea ce am, poate ca nu fac nimic ca sa primesc ce imi doresc...poate...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt momente in care am impresia ca stau pe loc...in care parca as vrea sa mut muntii ...dar din pacate nu pot...sau sa aduc marea mai aproape de mine... Sunt momente, ca si acesta de exemplu in care mi se pare ca intreg cerul a cazut in capul meu , ma acopera in totalitate si nu reusesc sa respir asa cum trebuie, sau mai bine spus atat cat am nevoie. Acum sunt un copil, vreau sa zambesc, sa zburd, sa dansez, sa rad pana la epuizare, sa nu imi pese de nimic decat de mine si de tine...as vrea...as vrea sa zbor...as vrea... ufff cat de multe as vrea...parca ziceam ca nu imi mai fac vise...&lt;br /&gt;Acum mi se pare ca totul este atat de greu de realizat, atat de lung este drumul pana la luminitza verde...dar o sa dorm, poate dimineata voi fii mai optimista, mai plina de viata, mai...si mai...si mai...&lt;br /&gt;Noapte...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-1680414800162474338?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1680414800162474338/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/09/noapte.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/1680414800162474338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/1680414800162474338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/09/noapte.html' title='Noapte...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-2243032269215893296</id><published>2009-09-03T12:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:55:52.837+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri...premii...ganduti...</title><content type='html'>Nu am mai scris parca de o viata... imi era atat de dor...&lt;br /&gt;Daca va intrebati unde am fost, ei bine...mi-am luat concediu, de la tot...concediu din ala in care incerci sa faci doar ce vrei, sa nu ma intrebati daca am reusit. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ce s-a intamplat in tot acest timp, ei bine, de toate, am iubit, am urat, am pierdut si am castigat, am creat vise si le-am calcat in picioare, si apoi mi-am facut altele si tot asa, ma mir ca imaginatia inca ma mai tine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am revenit si am gasit prieteni care mi-au dus dorul, si de asemenea am asit si un premiu pe care l-am primit de la Raza de Soare, il dau si eu mai departe pentru ca asa am spus,. Parca nu as vrea sa enumar pe toti cei carora le ofer acest premiu, dar haide ca o voi face :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/Sp-uk3eobSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fh5ipcIitZY/s1600-h/premiu+cora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/Sp-uk3eobSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fh5ipcIitZY/s320/premiu+cora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377208428494613794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Daniela&lt;br /&gt;2.Paul ( vis sau realitate)&lt;br /&gt;3. Raza de soare&lt;br /&gt;4. Poesis&lt;br /&gt;5. Povestile de viata a lui Dan Gheorghe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a opresc aici, nu ma intrebati de ce, si vreau sa precizez ca premiul nu se adreseaza doar celor de mai sus, ci tuturor , tuturor celor care ma viziteaza din cand in cand.&lt;br /&gt;O zii minunata sa aveti! plina de soare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ma bucur acum de ultimele zile intre peretii mei galbeni care imi cunosc viata si gandurile mai bine decat mine, ultimele zile la povesti cu nucul batran si ganditor din fata geamului, si din pacate si de ultimele raze de soare, iarna vine grabita si parca nu as vrea...&lt;br /&gt;...vara...mai stai putin...te rugam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-2243032269215893296?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2243032269215893296/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/09/ganduripremiiganduti.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2243032269215893296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2243032269215893296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/09/ganduripremiiganduti.html' title='Ganduri...premii...ganduti...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/Sp-uk3eobSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fh5ipcIitZY/s72-c/premiu+cora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-4644565102301844292</id><published>2009-08-10T17:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:40:10.103+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma transform...</title><content type='html'>In aerul ce ma inconjoara,&lt;br /&gt;In lacrima de pe obraz,&lt;br /&gt;In cuvintele care plutesc agale,&lt;br /&gt;In visele ce se spulbera la fiecare pas.&lt;br /&gt;Ma transform in umbra,&lt;br /&gt;In dor si iubire,&lt;br /&gt;In amintirile calde&lt;br /&gt;Ce imi aduc aminte de mine,&lt;br /&gt;In apusul de tocmai a inceput&lt;br /&gt;Si tocmai s-a sfarsit...&lt;br /&gt;Ma transform in ceasul&lt;br /&gt;Care ticaie neincetat&lt;br /&gt;Parca grabindu-se catre  o noua viata&lt;br /&gt;Si care crede ca lumea e a lui&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca ne numara clipele.&lt;br /&gt;Ma transform in raze de soare&lt;br /&gt;Si apoi in stropi de ploaie.&lt;br /&gt;Ma transform in tot...&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce ma inconjoara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-4644565102301844292?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4644565102301844292/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/08/ma-transform.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/4644565102301844292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/4644565102301844292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/08/ma-transform.html' title='Ma transform...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-2307386980309208697</id><published>2009-08-06T14:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:12:10.841+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagini...</title><content type='html'>Intind mana si pot atinge gandurile,&lt;br /&gt;Ridic privirea si pot inconjura lumea,&lt;br /&gt;Ma ridic in picioare si vantul ma ia in brate&lt;br /&gt;Si ma duce pana la tine...&lt;br /&gt;Ma saruti si ma faci sa ma pierd.&lt;br /&gt;O raza de soare a intrat in inima ta&lt;br /&gt;Si nu mai vrea sa plece...niciodata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In colt o lumanare sta aprinsa,&lt;br /&gt;Arde deziluzii si creaza vise,&lt;br /&gt;Iti unduieste trupul si se reflecta in apa.&lt;br /&gt;Zambeste ascuns si stie tot...&lt;br /&gt;Ma joc cu un nor&lt;br /&gt;Ating cerul si ma contopesc cu vantul...&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am lipit aripile de fluture&lt;br /&gt;Si invat din nou sa zbor.&lt;br /&gt;Un ceas imi masoara timpul,&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu mai vreau sa il aud...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-2307386980309208697?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2307386980309208697/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/08/imagini.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2307386980309208697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2307386980309208697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/08/imagini.html' title='Imagini...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-244410994424213200</id><published>2009-08-05T15:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:12:04.766+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Indemnuri</title><content type='html'>Ma gandesc la tine&lt;br /&gt;Si trupul meu se incalzeste.&lt;br /&gt;Mii de ganduri si dorinte ma inunda&lt;br /&gt;Visez atingerea ta si tresar.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SnmFEf4B3lI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Q4_Tkqw-tmU/s1600-h/6eb56b0e908d1bc5a0f73b0d512c7814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SnmFEf4B3lI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Q4_Tkqw-tmU/s320/6eb56b0e908d1bc5a0f73b0d512c7814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366466743311130194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visez pielea ta si ma cutremur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atinge!&lt;br /&gt;Saruta!&lt;br /&gt;Doreste!&lt;br /&gt;Iubeste asa cum stii doar tu!&lt;br /&gt;Iubeste-ma cu dor...si pana la epuizare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haide strange-ma in brate&lt;br /&gt;Si nu imi mai da drumul!&lt;br /&gt;Viseaza si crede in mine!&lt;br /&gt;Asterne iubire peste visele mele&lt;br /&gt;Si hai sa le cantam impreuna!&lt;br /&gt;Inchide ochii si lasa-ma...&lt;br /&gt;Sa te iubesc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-244410994424213200?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/244410994424213200/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/08/indemnuri.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/244410994424213200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/244410994424213200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/08/indemnuri.html' title='Indemnuri'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SnmFEf4B3lI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Q4_Tkqw-tmU/s72-c/6eb56b0e908d1bc5a0f73b0d512c7814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-68439384211023468</id><published>2009-07-24T14:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:54:40.892+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un vis</title><content type='html'>Un vis a pus stapanire pe tot,&lt;br /&gt;Un vis ma face sa vad lumea in culori.&lt;br /&gt;Cerul vrea sa o ia la goana&lt;br /&gt;Un norisor rosu rade in hohote&lt;br /&gt;Deasupra capului meu.&lt;br /&gt;Un dor nebun da usor din picior,&lt;br /&gt;Aseara ti-am simti bratele in jurul meu&lt;br /&gt;Si buzele pe intreg trupul...&lt;br /&gt;Soarele ma face sa ma topesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danseaza cu mine!&lt;br /&gt;Strange-ma tare la pieptul tau&lt;br /&gt;Si nu ma mai lasa sa plec!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natura zambeste&lt;br /&gt;Si odata cu ea si eu...&lt;br /&gt;Am aripi sa zbor pana la tine.&lt;br /&gt;Simt ca plutesc&lt;br /&gt;Si 1000 de culori ne invaluie.&lt;br /&gt;Un vis si o raza de cristal,&lt;br /&gt;Un gand si o lacrima in zare&lt;br /&gt;Sunt gata sa plece catre tine.&lt;br /&gt;Un vis..isi asteapta implinirea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-68439384211023468?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/68439384211023468/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-vis.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/68439384211023468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/68439384211023468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-vis.html' title='Un vis'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-1901086363156023167</id><published>2009-07-23T00:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T01:44:51.922+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri de seara</title><content type='html'>Ganduri nebune imi inunda trupul,&lt;br /&gt;Nori jucausi apar si dispar&lt;br /&gt;Cerul ma tine de mana,&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu incerc sa ajung pana la tine&lt;br /&gt;Dar esti mult prea departe...&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul meu zburda&lt;br /&gt;Pe campul viselor colorate.&lt;br /&gt;Tine in mana un greier&lt;br /&gt;Care parca-mi canta o serenada.&lt;br /&gt;E inspirata din povestea lui...&lt;br /&gt;De viata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un tablou galben&lt;br /&gt;Pe un perete galben&lt;br /&gt;Imi spune din nou povestea,&lt;br /&gt;Zambeste sfios prin rama de lemn.,&lt;br /&gt;Imi stie gandurile...&lt;br /&gt;Si acum aranjeaza in ordine iluziile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inchide ochii!&lt;br /&gt;Si lasa-ti gandurile sa pluteasca&lt;br /&gt;Pana la mine...&lt;br /&gt;Le iubesc si ti le dau inapoi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-1901086363156023167?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1901086363156023167/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/07/genduri-de-seara.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/1901086363156023167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/1901086363156023167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/07/genduri-de-seara.html' title='Ganduri de seara'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-5078127034837065574</id><published>2009-07-19T21:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:26:21.058+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poveste</title><content type='html'>Apa clipoceste ...&lt;br /&gt;Spune o poveste pe care o intelege doar ea.&lt;br /&gt;E acolo de ani, dar nu a uitat sa zambeasca.&lt;br /&gt;Un nor imi canta clipa,&lt;br /&gt;Un altul ma ia la dans.&lt;br /&gt;Am flori in par si lacrimi pe obraz...&lt;br /&gt;Un nume sters, o noua iubire&lt;br /&gt;Un fir de iarba, o noua speranta&lt;br /&gt;O clipa pierduta, un zambet castigat.&lt;br /&gt;Inchin... un pahar de vin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lacrima de cristal&lt;br /&gt;Imi aduce aminte ca exist&lt;br /&gt;Ca iubesc si zambesc.&lt;br /&gt;Ma intind pe iarba si ma pierd&lt;br /&gt;In marea de vise si ganduri.&lt;br /&gt;O barca tocmai pluteste&lt;br /&gt;Si tine in brate ... cerul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-5078127034837065574?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5078127034837065574/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/07/poveste.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5078127034837065574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5078127034837065574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/07/poveste.html' title='Poveste'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-9055211090460692188</id><published>2009-07-17T23:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:14:45.300+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceasul</title><content type='html'>Un ceas se aude in departare&lt;br /&gt;Imi numara clipele cu rautate&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu ii zambesc.&lt;br /&gt;Trec secunde fara sa le numar,&lt;br /&gt;Cu ganduri colorate&lt;br /&gt;Si ganduri triste...&lt;br /&gt;Trec clipe fara sa le pese,&lt;br /&gt;Peste iubiri nemarginite&lt;br /&gt;Si clipe de tandrete.&lt;br /&gt;Ceasul parca se apropie,&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc sa iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Cat mai este timp...&lt;br /&gt;Ceasul imi spune sa mai stau&lt;br /&gt;Dar eu ii zambesc si ii spun...&lt;br /&gt;Ca ma grabesc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-9055211090460692188?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/9055211090460692188/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/07/ceasul.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/9055211090460692188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/9055211090460692188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/07/ceasul.html' title='Ceasul'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-7092817475182007894</id><published>2009-07-17T19:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:48:23.066+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un vant placut</title><content type='html'>Un vant placut ma strange in brate,&lt;br /&gt;Apoi fuge si se imbraca in haine de pianist,&lt;br /&gt;Cu degete de sticla...&lt;br /&gt;Canta dragoste...si parfum...&lt;br /&gt;Canta ganduri de nisip&lt;br /&gt;Si vise implinite...sau sfarmate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un vant placut se contopeste&lt;br /&gt;Cu un storp de ploaie,&lt;br /&gt;Tresar impreuna ...&lt;br /&gt;Se-nalta si coboara&lt;br /&gt;Cu mai multe vise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-7092817475182007894?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7092817475182007894/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-vant-placut.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7092817475182007894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7092817475182007894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-vant-placut.html' title='Un vant placut'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-5029400992339398126</id><published>2009-07-11T21:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.554+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un zambet...</title><content type='html'>Un zambet  pe furis,&lt;br /&gt;O lacrima pierduta in zare&lt;br /&gt;Si un gand ce a rasarit rusinat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am cufundat in aripi colorate&lt;br /&gt;Si in vise pline cu miros de vin.&lt;br /&gt;O lumanare arde in trecut&lt;br /&gt;Iar lumina ei ma arde inca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-5029400992339398126?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5029400992339398126/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-zambet.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5029400992339398126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5029400992339398126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-zambet.html' title='Un zambet...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-8339988669260872450</id><published>2009-07-01T22:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.554+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Haide!</title><content type='html'>M-am intins pe iarba,&lt;br /&gt;Haide si tu langa mine,&lt;br /&gt;Stange-ma de mana si inchide ochii&lt;br /&gt;Am tras cerul peste noi&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne incalzeasca visele si inimile,&lt;br /&gt;Gandurile si iluzile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haide langa mine!&lt;br /&gt;Sa numaram impreuna stelele,&lt;br /&gt;Si sa ne cante luna cantul ei drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haide sa dansam!&lt;br /&gt;Pana piciorele nu vor mai vrea&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne asculte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haide paseste odata cu mine&lt;br /&gt;Pe nisipul fierbinte al sufletului tau,&lt;br /&gt;Si sa mergem astfel o viata...&lt;br /&gt;Haide!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-8339988669260872450?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8339988669260872450/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/07/haide.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8339988669260872450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8339988669260872450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/07/haide.html' title='Haide!'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-966242041340095441</id><published>2009-06-14T19:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.554+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parfum de tei...</title><content type='html'>Parfum de tei ... amestecat cu ganduri...&lt;br /&gt;In verdele inchis patrund&lt;br /&gt;Si nu mai vreau sa ies...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SjUtoLx-MDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Q8xVVJrSMU4/s1600-h/czk070529_ceai_de_tei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SjUtoLx-MDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Q8xVVJrSMU4/s320/czk070529_ceai_de_tei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347230300952735794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma-ntind pe cer si privesc apusul,&lt;br /&gt;Nisipul se transforma in umbra&lt;br /&gt;Si marea in desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parfum de tei...amestecat cu  vise...&lt;br /&gt;un zambet regasit in zare&lt;br /&gt;Si un ceas ce ticaie in departare,&lt;br /&gt;Imi aduc norii in palma&lt;br /&gt;Si soarele in brate.&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea se transforma in crini&lt;br /&gt;Iar ziua in imagini...&lt;br /&gt;Parfum de tei...amestecat cu ganduri...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-966242041340095441?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/966242041340095441/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/06/parfum-de-tei.html#comment-form' title='56 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/966242041340095441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/966242041340095441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/06/parfum-de-tei.html' title='Parfum de tei...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SjUtoLx-MDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Q8xVVJrSMU4/s72-c/czk070529_ceai_de_tei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-6803538308608008844</id><published>2009-06-06T21:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.554+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vioara</title><content type='html'>Astazi sunt colorata in galben.&lt;br /&gt;Dorul meu calatoreste&lt;br /&gt;Si odata cu el,&lt;br /&gt;Plutesc pe un curcubeu.&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt nisip&lt;br /&gt;Si ma strecor usor&lt;br /&gt;Printre degetele tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vioara iluziilor&lt;br /&gt;Imi canta gandurile&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o gama gresita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-6803538308608008844?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6803538308608008844/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/06/vioara.html#comment-form' title='12 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6803538308608008844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6803538308608008844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/06/vioara.html' title='Vioara'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-3796644620401572268</id><published>2009-06-05T11:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.554+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce?</title><content type='html'>De ce se uita atat de repede toate momentele frumoase? De ce se uita atat de repede toate cuvintele spuse in clipe fericite? De ce se uita atat de repede ca ai iubit din toata fiinta ta?&lt;br /&gt;Stau si privesc inapoi, si imi dau seama ca am fost si sunt cea mai fericita, am iubit asa cum am crezut eu si cum am putut eu, am zambit cat de sincer am putut, am strans mana unui prieten la fel de sincer...am trait clipe frumoase, poate prea frumoase, poate cele mai frumoase.&lt;br /&gt;Am iubit, apoi am uitat si am iubit din nou, si iar am uitat si iar am iubit din nou, acum sunt undeva intre iubire si uitare...oare o sa mai iubesc din nou...? Astept...am o viata inainte...&lt;br /&gt;Recent am auzit " vreau sa fac ceva doar pentru mine" asta m-a pus pe ganduri...ceva doar pentru mine? poate ca ar fi cazul sa incep sa fac ceva doar pentru mine. Cred ca voi incepe cu o iesire la o inghetata, eu si sufletul meu...nu am mai discutat de un veac...parca... Odata am urat singuratatea, eh...lucrurile s-au schimbat, incep sa o iubesc, din nou, imi da posibilitatea sa discut cu mine, cu gandurile mele, cu visele si iluzile mele...sa incerc sa nu uit momentele frumoase pe care le-am petrecut...&lt;br /&gt;De ce uitam atat de repede?&lt;br /&gt;pentru a face loc altor...amintiri...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-3796644620401572268?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3796644620401572268/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/06/de-ce.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3796644620401572268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3796644620401572268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/06/de-ce.html' title='De ce?'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-3153569042465696838</id><published>2009-06-04T11:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.555+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleaca!</title><content type='html'>Mi-am lasat gandurile&lt;br /&gt;Sa stea la umbra nucului din fata geamului.&lt;br /&gt;Aveau nevoie de o pauza.&lt;br /&gt;Ploaia le-a curatat de noroi,&lt;br /&gt;Cerul le-a imbracat in albastru,&lt;br /&gt;Iar soarele le-a dat un pic de auriu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O iluzie spulberata a aparut,&lt;br /&gt;De nicaieri...&lt;br /&gt;Furase cateva ganduri&lt;br /&gt;Si a venit sa le aduca inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;-Pleaca!&lt;br /&gt;-Nu mai am nevoie de alte ganduri!&lt;br /&gt;-Nu mai vreau iluzii spulberate!&lt;br /&gt;-Pleaca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-a intors plangand si a plecat.&lt;br /&gt;Erau gandurile mele albastre...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-3153569042465696838?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3153569042465696838/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/06/pleaca.html#comment-form' title='4 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ma-ntreba de ce bate vantul,&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma-ntreba de ce azi nu e soare,&lt;br /&gt;Nici de ce cerul e suparat,&lt;br /&gt;Si negru...&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma-ntreba de ce lumea e atat de rea,&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soarele nu e singur,&lt;br /&gt;Dar lumea asta crede.&lt;br /&gt;Vantul urca si coboara,&lt;br /&gt;Pe un drum doar de el stiut.&lt;br /&gt;Il prinzi in palma pentru o clipa,&lt;br /&gt;Si apoi uiti ca l-ai avut.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma-ntreba de ce dispare,&lt;br /&gt;Cand nici macar nu l-am vazut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-1610592883920103683?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1610592883920103683/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/06/nu-ma-ntreba.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/1610592883920103683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/1610592883920103683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/06/nu-ma-ntreba.html' title='Nu ma-ntreba'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-8897431397960135889</id><published>2009-05-30T10:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.555+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In gand...</title><content type='html'>Vantul ma cheama&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma joc cu el.&lt;br /&gt;Norii zburda pe cer&lt;br /&gt;Si rad in hohote.&lt;br /&gt;Un frig ciudat ma invaluie,&lt;br /&gt;Ma strange in brate&lt;br /&gt;Si apoi ma lasa usor...&lt;br /&gt;Amintiri de o viata&lt;br /&gt;Imi trec prin gand&lt;br /&gt;Si ma aduc mai aproape de mine.&lt;br /&gt;Pianul imaginar imi canta&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea in albastru...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-8897431397960135889?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8897431397960135889/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-gand.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8897431397960135889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8897431397960135889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-gand.html' title='In gand...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-5221411316591394169</id><published>2009-05-21T23:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.555+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri ratacite</title><content type='html'>Sensuri si nonsensuri,&lt;br /&gt;Ganduri si imagini se impletesc intr-un tot.&lt;br /&gt;Iluzii aparute de dupa colt,&lt;br /&gt;Idei venite pe neasteptate...&lt;br /&gt;Ochii mi se inchid incet&lt;br /&gt;Am gandurile pline de alte ganduri&lt;br /&gt;Am inima plina de alte inimi,&lt;br /&gt;Am bratele atat de lungi&lt;br /&gt;Incat reusesc sa cuprind lumea.&lt;br /&gt;Am sufletul plin de iubire...&lt;br /&gt;Si trupul plin de dorinta.&lt;br /&gt;Sensuri si nonsensuri,&lt;br /&gt;Imagini in alb si negru...&lt;br /&gt;Ganduri colorate,&lt;br /&gt;Gaduri ratacite.&lt;br /&gt;Am aripi la suflet si idei in albastru...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-5221411316591394169?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5221411316591394169/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/05/ganduri-ratacite.html#comment-form' title='12 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5221411316591394169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5221411316591394169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/05/ganduri-ratacite.html' title='Ganduri ratacite'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-3479208864400894402</id><published>2009-05-18T22:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:58.384+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul meu uscat se scalda&lt;br /&gt;In marea de lacrimi&lt;br /&gt;Care asteapta furtuna.&lt;br /&gt;Valuri inalte se ridica,&lt;br /&gt;Vor sa ajunga la soare&lt;br /&gt;Si sa ii fure maretia...&lt;br /&gt;Am prins marea in brate&lt;br /&gt;Si nu vreau sa ii mai dau drumul.&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul meu se priveste in oglinda.&lt;br /&gt;S-a speriat...&lt;br /&gt;Era murdar si pin de rani&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/3783137497227489814-3479208864400894402?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3479208864400894402/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/05/sufletul-meu-uscat-se-scalda-in-marea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3479208864400894402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3479208864400894402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/05/sufletul-meu-uscat-se-scalda-in-marea.html' title=''/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-8740350135456023499</id><published>2009-05-14T18:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.555+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubire</title><content type='html'>Te privesc si ma pierd in universul tau,&lt;br /&gt;Iti vorbesc, si parca esti din ce in ce mai aproape&lt;br /&gt;Te ascult si parca vocea ta imi mangaie sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;Natura din jurul meu ma cunoaste&lt;br /&gt;Cerul imi alina privirea.&lt;br /&gt;Soarele imi mangaie pielea&lt;br /&gt;Nucul din fata geamului tocmai ma imbratisat...&lt;br /&gt;O pasare imi confirma gandurile&lt;br /&gt;Si mi le spune pe ale ei.&lt;br /&gt;Miroase a iubire.&lt;br /&gt;Pluteste peste tot.&lt;br /&gt;Inchide ochii si simte...&lt;br /&gt;Vantul parca te ridica pana la nori&lt;br /&gt;Ei ma ajuta sa plutesc .&lt;br /&gt;Ma ridica la stele si ma coboara inapoi,&lt;br /&gt;Ma invaluie in ceata si in amintiri.&lt;br /&gt;Ma imbata cu saruturi si iubire&lt;br /&gt;Si ma arunca pe pamant...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-8740350135456023499?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8740350135456023499/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/05/iubire.html#comment-form' title='14 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8740350135456023499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8740350135456023499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/05/iubire.html' title='Iubire'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-5757928570926881722</id><published>2009-05-03T11:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.556+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Timp...</title><content type='html'>Un vis a fost...&lt;br /&gt;S-a prabusit in mare&lt;br /&gt;Asemeni unui pesarus&lt;br /&gt;Cu aripile frante.&lt;br /&gt;A rasarit  un soare,&lt;br /&gt;Este un soare care nu se plictiseste&lt;br /&gt;Si rasare in fiecare zi,&lt;br /&gt;Timp de o eternitate.&lt;br /&gt;El are tot timpul din lume&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/Sf1hzqVXxpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ouW9wIWRn48/s1600-h/dscf9236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/Sf1hzqVXxpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ouW9wIWRn48/s320/dscf9236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331525074041685650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru noi insa...&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai este timp pentru iubiri&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai este timp pentru ganduri zapacite&lt;br /&gt;Sau pentru lacrimi infundate.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai este timp pentru iluzii intretinute&lt;br /&gt;Sau vise marete...&lt;br /&gt;O floare uscata, priveste trist in zare&lt;br /&gt;Amintirile o prind in vraja lor&lt;br /&gt;Si nu stie cum sa scape...&lt;br /&gt;Ma roaga din priviri sa o ajut&lt;br /&gt;Dar ma fac ca nu observ.&lt;br /&gt;Priveste soarele care altadata&lt;br /&gt;Ii incalzea iubirea&lt;br /&gt;Iar vantul care o mangaia.&lt;br /&gt;Avea atingerea unui zeu in devenire.&lt;br /&gt;Un tablou galben pe un perete galben&lt;br /&gt;Si-a trait clipa,iar acum asteapta...&lt;br /&gt;Poate o alta clipa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-5757928570926881722?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5757928570926881722/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/05/timp.html#comment-form' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5757928570926881722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5757928570926881722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/05/timp.html' title='Timp...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/Sf1hzqVXxpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ouW9wIWRn48/s72-c/dscf9236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-7548387047716897791</id><published>2009-04-28T01:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.556+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iluzii</title><content type='html'>S-a lasat amagitoarea noapte&lt;br /&gt;Cuprinsa de un intuneric ametitor&lt;br /&gt;SI rece...&lt;br /&gt;Se joaca si luna&lt;br /&gt;Imi mangaie chipul,&lt;br /&gt;Sperand sa isi alunge singuratatea.&lt;br /&gt;E trista de veacuri...desi lumineaza.&lt;br /&gt;E ca un zambet&lt;br /&gt;Ce ascunde sute de lacrimi&lt;br /&gt;Si o inima trista...&lt;br /&gt;Visez in tacere, creez ganduri&lt;br /&gt;Si astern soapte.&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa ascult, dar nu inteleg tacerea&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa uit, dar nu stiu ce.&lt;br /&gt;Priveste-ma in noapte&lt;br /&gt;Si iubeste-ma in soapta.&lt;br /&gt;Am aripile frante.&lt;br /&gt;Alunga-mi amarul  si uita de lume...&lt;br /&gt;Iubeste, alinta, priveste&lt;br /&gt;Doreste in gand si cauta-ma in vis.&lt;br /&gt;Soarele imi acopera privirea&lt;br /&gt;Si imi pastreaza secretul.&lt;br /&gt;Tace si ii canta unei flori...&lt;br /&gt;Un fluture rosu imi fura iluziile&lt;br /&gt;Si imi aduce parfum .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-7548387047716897791?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7548387047716897791/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/iluzii.html#comment-form' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7548387047716897791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/7548387047716897791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/iluzii.html' title='Iluzii'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-2821158808269561267</id><published>2009-04-23T00:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.556+03:00</updated><title type='text'>O urma de parfum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Sunt momente in care lumea pare atat de mica&lt;br /&gt;Sunt clipe care par o vesnicie,&lt;br /&gt;Si ore care par secunde.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt imagini pe care nu le uiti,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt iubiri care se consuma,&lt;br /&gt;Si care se pierd in uitare.&lt;br /&gt;Ai vrea sa fugi&lt;br /&gt;Insa ceva te retine si iti spune sa taci.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt dimineti in care camera mea&lt;br /&gt;Pare atat de mica, incat ma sufoc.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt momente in care&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa te tin in brate,&lt;br /&gt;Dar te evapori inainte ca gandul meu&lt;br /&gt;Sa prinda aripi...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt dimineti in care as vrea sa ma trezesc&lt;br /&gt;Aproape de inima ta.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt cuvinte care uita unde se termina realitatea&lt;br /&gt;Si viata continua in ceata.&lt;br /&gt;Trezirea este brusca si dureroasa.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt iluzii care par reale,&lt;br /&gt;Si traiesti inbratisand o urma de parfun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-2821158808269561267?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-8810530154780173020</id><published>2009-04-12T22:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.556+03:00</updated><title type='text'>O lacrima</title><content type='html'>O lacrima se scurge usor...&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa o sterg insa apare din nou,&lt;br /&gt;O lacrima ... pentru mine,&lt;br /&gt;Una pentru tine, si pentru ochii tai.&lt;br /&gt;O alta, pentru omul care trece,&lt;br /&gt;Pe cealalta parte de drum&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SeJKrjEGHvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CKAIQkL2I4g/s1600-h/lacrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SeJKrjEGHvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CKAIQkL2I4g/s320/lacrima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323899821512597234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe drumul lui...&lt;br /&gt;O lacrima pentru prima privire,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru prima strangere de mana,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru prima imbratisare&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru primul "te iubesc!"&lt;br /&gt;O lacrima...pentru ziua de azi&lt;br /&gt;Si cea de maine.&lt;br /&gt;O alta pentru tigara pe care ai fumat-o,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru noaptea neagra,&lt;br /&gt;Ce tocmai s-a lasat...&lt;br /&gt;O lacrima pentru florile albe,&lt;br /&gt;Care s-au uscat pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;Una pentru luna care imi zambeste sfios&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru soarele care ma va mangaia&lt;br /&gt;Maine...din nou...&lt;br /&gt;O lacrima pentru lumea intreaga,&lt;br /&gt;O lacrima, pe-o floare albastra...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-8810530154780173020?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8810530154780173020/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-lacrima.html#comment-form' title='16 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8810530154780173020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8810530154780173020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-lacrima.html' title='O lacrima'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SeJKrjEGHvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CKAIQkL2I4g/s72-c/lacrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-2563961209280988573</id><published>2009-04-08T03:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.556+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Te privesc</title><content type='html'>Te privesc acum...&lt;br /&gt;Printre miile de maini subtiate.&lt;br /&gt;Crengile parca s-au transformat in franghii,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt inca uscate, dar vor prinde viata...&lt;br /&gt;Te privesc acum, cat inca mi se mai permite.&lt;br /&gt;Ai ochii veseli si zambet colorat,&lt;br /&gt;Ai bujori in obraji si radiezi ecou.&lt;br /&gt;Te privesc...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SdvwvUJeEJI/AAAAAAAAAII/qYF1BayubV0/s1600-h/img_0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SdvwvUJeEJI/AAAAAAAAAII/qYF1BayubV0/s320/img_0370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322112080321319058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti o pata de lumina pe un cer de noapte,&lt;br /&gt;Secundele se scurg senin,&lt;br /&gt;Zambetul tau ma duce catre zori,&lt;br /&gt;Iar ochii tai imi jura credinta,&lt;br /&gt;Ai vrea sa ma atingi dar esti mult prea sus,&lt;br /&gt;Visele mele se inalta catre tine,&lt;br /&gt;Si te ating,iar tu zambesti...&lt;br /&gt;Am facut un balon de vise&lt;br /&gt;Si l-am umplut cu cele mai frumoase ganduri&lt;br /&gt;Cu cele mai frumoase clipe,&lt;br /&gt;Cu cele mai zapacite secrete.&lt;br /&gt;Te privesc printre miile de crengi,&lt;br /&gt;Inca uscate dar parca dornice de viata...&lt;br /&gt;Te privesc de pe geamul meu,&lt;br /&gt;Si te rog sa vii si maine seara,&lt;br /&gt;La aceasi ora...si in acelasi loc&lt;br /&gt;Poate cu un zambet mai mare.&lt;br /&gt;O sa iti spun ca te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Soptit ...si la ureche...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E luna mea...si imi zambeste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-2563961209280988573?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2563961209280988573/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/te-privesc.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2563961209280988573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2563961209280988573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/te-privesc.html' title='Te privesc'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SdvwvUJeEJI/AAAAAAAAAII/qYF1BayubV0/s72-c/img_0370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-9100236268961621660</id><published>2009-04-06T22:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.557+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cateva raze de soare</title><content type='html'>Cateva raze de soare&lt;br /&gt;Si un zambet pe buzele tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am impletit o coronita de papadii,&lt;br /&gt;E ca si cum mi-as fi impletit copilaria,&lt;br /&gt;Visele mele toate,&lt;br /&gt;Gandurile  si iluzile de primavara.&lt;br /&gt;O floare galbena mi-a prins iubirea,&lt;br /&gt;O papadie imi stie visele...&lt;br /&gt;Cateva raze de soare,&lt;br /&gt;Imi lumineaza chipul,&lt;br /&gt;Si ma fac sa te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Firicele de iarba verde&lt;br /&gt;Imi gadila mana,&lt;br /&gt;Le privesc si ma bucur ...&lt;br /&gt;Cateva raze de soare ,&lt;br /&gt;Imi lumineaza viata&lt;br /&gt;Si imi arata drumul catre tine.&lt;br /&gt;Imi zambesc ...&lt;br /&gt;Si apoi ma invaluie&lt;br /&gt;Cu parfum de primavara,&lt;br /&gt;Cu parfumul tau...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-9100236268961621660?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/9100236268961621660/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/cateva-raze-de-soare.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/9100236268961621660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/9100236268961621660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/cateva-raze-de-soare.html' title='Cateva raze de soare'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-3148988389091926568</id><published>2009-04-04T21:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.557+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eram eu...</title><content type='html'>Nu mai cred in nimic,&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai vreau sa cred.&lt;br /&gt;O lupta inutila cu sufletul meu&lt;br /&gt;Secunde scurse degeaba,&lt;br /&gt;Ganduri pierdute in zare&lt;br /&gt;Si colorate in negru...&lt;br /&gt;Ma pierd in intuneric&lt;br /&gt;Si vreau sa raman acolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt singura...&lt;br /&gt;Si asa vreau sa raman,&lt;br /&gt;Lumea nu pierde nimic&lt;br /&gt;Si nu regaseste  nimic...&lt;br /&gt;Ma pierd intr-un nimic&lt;br /&gt;Si ma transform in el.&lt;br /&gt;Drumul catre nicaieri&lt;br /&gt;Se va opri aici...&lt;br /&gt;O floare uscata&lt;br /&gt;Ti-a cazut la picioare...&lt;br /&gt;Erau visele mele,&lt;br /&gt;Eram eu...&lt;br /&gt;Ai calcat cu piciorul tau&lt;br /&gt;Si totul s-a transformat&lt;br /&gt;In nimic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-3148988389091926568?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3148988389091926568/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/eram-eu.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3148988389091926568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3148988389091926568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/eram-eu.html' title='Eram eu...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-2790711319738176224</id><published>2009-04-04T13:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.557+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasati-ma cu supararea mea</title><content type='html'>Afara soarele straluceste, e acea vreme de primavara pe care majoritatea oamenilor o adora, desi poate nu stiu asta, e acea zi in care ai putea sa te plimbi la nesfarsit...poate la un moment dat voi face si eu asta...cine stie...pe malul marii m-as plimba acum, eu cu supararea mea, cu singuratatea mea, cu gandurile mele...eu...&lt;br /&gt;Azi m-am trezit asa...cu un sentiment de singuratatea, cu o suparare care ma apasa dar nu stiu de ce...&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa vorbesc cu nimeni...doar cu mine...&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa inteleg tot ce se intampla in jurul meu, incerc sa inteleg persoanele care ma inconjoara , dar nu resuesc, e atat de greu sa sti ce vor cu adevarat, cand nu sti nici macar ce vrei tu...&lt;br /&gt;E una din acele zile in care cuvintele mi se par de prisos, e una din acele zile in care la un moment dat simiti nevoia ca cineva sa te tina in brate...sa nu zica nimic, doar sa te tina strans in brate...daca nu se intampla asta la momentul potrivit, dupa aceea ,nu mai vrei decat sa fugi si singurul loc, unde poti sa fugi, sunt bratele triste si ramolite ale singuratatii...&lt;br /&gt;Asta am facut si eu acum...&lt;br /&gt;Privesc pe geam, si parca imi privesc sufletul, imi privesc copilaria, adolescenta, privesc zilele fericite si zilele mai triste, privesc oamenii care au trecut prin viata mea si apoi au disparut , fara sa zica nimic, privesc oamenii care inca au mai ramas dar cine stie pentru cat timp, privesc...ma privesc pe mine si nu ma recunosc, ma privesc pe mine si parca as privi un om strain, incerc sa vad dincolo de fereastra, dar nu reusesc.&lt;br /&gt;Azi...lasati-ma cu supararea mea...&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum eu nu inteleg pe nimeni, nimeni nu ma intelege pe mine, asa cum eu nu stiu nimic despre nimeni, nimeni nu stie nimic despre mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ce mai faci?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uite, stau de vorba cu mine...stau de vorba cu supararea mea, cu singuratatea mea...ne-am intalnit la un ceai..."&lt;br /&gt;"Pot sa vin si eu? In mine poti avea incredere."&lt;br /&gt;" Nu e vorba de incredere, nu e vorba de tine, e vorba de mine...Cum spunea Paulo Coelho -Problema mea, sunt eu insumi-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi...lasati-ma cu supararea mea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-2790711319738176224?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2790711319738176224/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/lasati-ma-cu-supararea-mea.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2790711319738176224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/2790711319738176224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/lasati-ma-cu-supararea-mea.html' title='Lasati-ma cu supararea mea'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-8276183555306830307</id><published>2009-04-01T22:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.557+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri de nisip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ganduri de nisip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Si idei in valurile marii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ganduri de nisip care dispar printre degete&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Soarele vorbeste cu marea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Si ii incalzeste sufletul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ganduri de nisip fierbinti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Care se racorec in albastrul etern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ganduri de nisip in pumnul tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Incerci sa le pastrezi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dar ti se scurg incet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Incerci sa le prinzi dar se pierd in valuri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gandurile de nisip si florile albe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O iluzie de primavara ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Si sarutul tau nebun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ganduri de nisip...se pierd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Si revin mai fierbinti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pielea mea ramane calda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In bratele tale, tu ma framanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Si-mi spui ca ma iubesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Te cred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-8276183555306830307?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8276183555306830307/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/ganduri-de-nisip.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8276183555306830307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8276183555306830307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/ganduri-de-nisip.html' title='Ganduri de nisip'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-4727103963158505350</id><published>2009-03-30T16:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.557+03:00</updated><title type='text'>O clipa</title><content type='html'>O zi in alb si negru,&lt;br /&gt;O zi in mii de culori.&lt;br /&gt;O zi in nuante de gri,&lt;br /&gt;O zi in roz...&lt;br /&gt;O zi printre nori,&lt;br /&gt;O alta la mii de metri sub pamant.&lt;br /&gt;Un minut in rai,&lt;br /&gt;O ora in iad...&lt;br /&gt;O zi inconjurat de mii de suflete&lt;br /&gt;O zi singur pe pamant.&lt;br /&gt;O parte a vietii in care esti tu&lt;br /&gt;O parte in care porti o masca...&lt;br /&gt;O viata eu...&lt;br /&gt;O viata singuratatea mea&lt;br /&gt;O clipa dragoste ,&lt;br /&gt;Si o eternitate ura...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-4727103963158505350?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4727103963158505350/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-clipa.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/4727103963158505350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/4727103963158505350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-clipa.html' title='O clipa'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-8047527451650101219</id><published>2009-03-30T16:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.557+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma pierd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;In albul florilor de pe masa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;in mirosul de primavara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;In vantul care parca ma mangaie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Am impresia ca stie fiecare gand al meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ma pierd in mirosul florilor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Atat de patrunzator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ma pierd in dragostea mea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Si a ta...a noastra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dragoste de primavara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ma pierd cu gandul in idei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Si-mi uit fantezia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ma pierd in razele soarelui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Si in albastrul cerului,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ma pierd in amintiri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Acelasi soare de anul trecut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ma pierd ...intr-un tot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-8047527451650101219?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8047527451650101219/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/ma-pierd.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8047527451650101219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8047527451650101219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/ma-pierd.html' title='Ma pierd...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-3556293729736626418</id><published>2009-03-27T19:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.558+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zi grea azi...</title><content type='html'>Exista momente in viata cand iti vine pur si simplu sa iti iei lumea in cap si sa pleci...cat mai departe de tot si de toti...momente care trec, vin altele si acestea vor fi uitate...&lt;br /&gt;Zi grea azi...parca nu imi gasesc locul...as vrea sa plec dar nu stiu unde, as vrea sa fug, dar nu stiu cum, as vrea sa ma ascund dar lumea e prea mica si tot as fi gasita sau cel putin observata de cineva...&lt;br /&gt;Ceaiul este fierbinte ...astept sa se raceasca , dar parca imi face in ciuda si se lasa asteptat... imi aduce aminte de acel ceai pe care l-am baut in prima zi din acest an, in cana mea de craciun...acum nici cana nu mai este aceasi , nici ceaiul, nici camera, nici macar eu nu mai sunt la fel...poate doar infatisare mai e asemanatoare...&lt;br /&gt;"ce mai faci?" asa scrie pe cana mea, pe cana din care astept sa beau o gura de ceai, care sper sa imi aduca putina liniste...&lt;br /&gt;Intrebarea imi aduce in minte automat si raspunsul "bine"...nici mai mult nici mai putin...doar "bine"...desi e sec si fara nici un sens, este uneori atat de util si atat de bine poate masca unele lucruri incat pana si eu am fost surprinsa de cat de bun este in unele momente si de cate explicatii te poate scapa...&lt;br /&gt;Am milioane de ganduri acum, impatite in alte milioane de bucati si nu reusesc sa le pun cap la cap, reusesc sa le potrivesc pentru cateva secunde dupa care totul se duce dracului...parca acea potrivire nu ar fi existat niciodata...&lt;br /&gt;Zi grea azi...trupul va inceta sa ma mai asculte, parca e amortit si ar vrea sa planga, dar cu toate astea inca zambeste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seara buna...Iuly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-3556293729736626418?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3556293729736626418/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/zi-grea-azi.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3556293729736626418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3556293729736626418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/zi-grea-azi.html' title='Zi grea azi...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-4331810102270076811</id><published>2009-03-25T20:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.558+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene</title><content type='html'>Luminita verde imi atrage privirea&lt;br /&gt;Imi vad parca cerul intreg&lt;br /&gt;Scene pictate pe nori,&lt;br /&gt;Scene in culori ...&lt;br /&gt;Vise si iluzii desenate&lt;br /&gt;Cu degetul tremurand...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/Scp4pQq5vNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/041EDjlkfuw/s1600-h/340579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/Scp4pQq5vNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/041EDjlkfuw/s320/340579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317194960309173458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privesc luminita si parca ma pierd,&lt;br /&gt;Vreau lumea intreaga sa dispara&lt;br /&gt;Si sa ramanem doar noi.&lt;br /&gt;Scene cu vise pierdute&lt;br /&gt;Scene cu iubiri neimplinite,&lt;br /&gt;Si nori care tremura de dor.&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea in care te-am visat,&lt;br /&gt;Si primul tau sarut,&lt;br /&gt;Scene cu mine,&lt;br /&gt;Scene cu tine&lt;br /&gt;Scene transformate in trandafiri.&lt;br /&gt;Culori tranformate in ganduri&lt;br /&gt;Si randuri transformate in amintiri...&lt;br /&gt;Un galben ma invaluie&lt;br /&gt;Si ma strange usor in brate,&lt;br /&gt;Un fluture care duce in spate...o viata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-4331810102270076811?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4331810102270076811/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/scene.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/4331810102270076811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/4331810102270076811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/scene.html' title='Scene'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/Scp4pQq5vNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/041EDjlkfuw/s72-c/340579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-3009308893847088667</id><published>2009-03-25T20:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.558+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sufletul meu, are un gand nebun</title><content type='html'>Un ingeras sta ganditor,&lt;br /&gt;Asculta pianul lui imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Afara vantul isi face de cap,&lt;br /&gt;Vrea sa prinda totul din zbor...&lt;br /&gt;Pomul din fata geamului&lt;br /&gt;Isi intinde crengile catre mine&lt;br /&gt;Parca vor sa ma prinda...&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul meu,&lt;br /&gt;Are acum un gand,&lt;br /&gt;Un gand nebun si...ciudat&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa te fac sa ma iubesti,&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa inchid ochii&lt;br /&gt;Si sa iti simt pielea moale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul meu,&lt;br /&gt;Are un gand nebun&lt;br /&gt;Sopteste-mi...iubirea ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-3009308893847088667?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3009308893847088667/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/sufletul-meu-are-un-gand-nebun.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3009308893847088667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3009308893847088667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/sufletul-meu-are-un-gand-nebun.html' title='Sufletul meu, are un gand nebun'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-5241262050833230594</id><published>2009-03-23T00:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.558+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un dor nebun</title><content type='html'>Dor de mine...&lt;br /&gt;Dor nebun de mine...&lt;br /&gt;Dor de casa cu pereti verzi,&lt;br /&gt;Dor de scarile pe care imi pierdeam serile,&lt;br /&gt;Si imi faceam vise,&lt;br /&gt;Florile care abia asteptau sa le vorbesc,&lt;br /&gt;Catelul care dadea jucaus din coada&lt;br /&gt;Poarta aceea din lemn...uitata parca,&lt;br /&gt;Strada neasfaltata pe care m-am sarutat&lt;br /&gt;Pentru prima oara,&lt;br /&gt;Si am trait prima iubire.&lt;br /&gt;Banca aceea, atat de aproape de luna.&lt;br /&gt;Apa pe care inca o aud&lt;br /&gt;Si fantana cu apa rece pentru trecatori...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabloul galben pe un perete galben&lt;br /&gt;Parca mi-a citit gandurile&lt;br /&gt;Imi vad acolo intreaga viata,&lt;br /&gt;Ma vad pe mine&lt;br /&gt;Si mie dor...&lt;br /&gt;Un dor nebun de tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit de dimineata&lt;br /&gt;Cu un dor nebun ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-5241262050833230594?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5241262050833230594/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/un-dor-nebun.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5241262050833230594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5241262050833230594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/un-dor-nebun.html' title='Un dor nebun'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-8124920732862817572</id><published>2009-03-21T15:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.558+03:00</updated><title type='text'>O parte...</title><content type='html'>O parte din mine s-a nascut,&lt;br /&gt;O parte a murit,&lt;br /&gt;O parte a fost uitata&lt;br /&gt;Si acum e plina de praf...&lt;br /&gt;O alta parte din mine a inviat&lt;br /&gt;Si alta este in moarte clinica&lt;br /&gt;O parte este colorata&lt;br /&gt;Alta este neagra complet.&lt;br /&gt;O parte a devenit buna&lt;br /&gt;Iar una este cea mai egoista.&lt;br /&gt;O parte imi spune sa iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Cealalta sa urasc.&lt;br /&gt;O parte imi spune ca imi dau sufletul&lt;br /&gt;Alta imi face gandurile albe...&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu o sa le pictez in culori...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-8124920732862817572?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8124920732862817572/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-parte.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8124920732862817572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/8124920732862817572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-parte.html' title='O parte...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-3397530175317967781</id><published>2009-03-21T15:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.559+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Te rog...</title><content type='html'>Iubeste-ma!!!&lt;br /&gt;Iubeste-ma asa cum sti tu&lt;br /&gt;Si nu ma lasa sa ma transform in vis&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma lasa sa ma evapor ca un nor&lt;br /&gt;Iubeste-ma!&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa te simt cu totul,&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa ma iubesti pana dimineata&lt;br /&gt;Si apoi sa o iei de la capat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubeste-ma si nu ma lasa...&lt;br /&gt;Doar tu poti sa ma faci sa simt&lt;br /&gt;Ca viata mai e si buna,&lt;br /&gt;Doar tu poti sa ma faci sa simt&lt;br /&gt;Ca lumea nu e intotdeuna rea,&lt;br /&gt;Doar tu poti sa imi dai o stea&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand nu mai am lumina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubeste-ma ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-3397530175317967781?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3397530175317967781/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/te-rog.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3397530175317967781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/3397530175317967781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/te-rog.html' title='Te rog...'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-6288832315886433726</id><published>2009-03-21T15:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.559+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine II</title><content type='html'>O privire pe furis, un zambet cald,&lt;br /&gt;O floare albastra cu tulpina rosie,&lt;br /&gt;Un gand necurat si unul jucaus,&lt;br /&gt;O mangaiere in vis&lt;br /&gt;Si un sarut pe buzele reci.&lt;br /&gt;O floare primita in dar&lt;br /&gt;O haina aruncata la intamplare,&lt;br /&gt;Un gand pierdut pe covor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabloul de pe tavan&lt;br /&gt;Parca ma priveste...&lt;br /&gt;Mana ta pe trupul meu,&lt;br /&gt;Ochii tai care ma  dezbraca&lt;br /&gt;Si trupul tau care ma doreste .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Nu e nevoie de nici un cuvat in plus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-6288832315886433726?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6288832315886433726/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/imagine-ii.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6288832315886433726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6288832315886433726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/imagine-ii.html' title='Imagine II'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-6286093125563907370</id><published>2009-03-21T14:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.559+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri jucause</title><content type='html'>O steluta albastra sta si ma priveste,&lt;br /&gt;Ar vrea parca sa spuna ceva&lt;br /&gt;Dar se multumeste sa priveasca.&lt;br /&gt;Gandurile mele s-au trezit&lt;br /&gt;Cu un chef nebun de joaca.&lt;br /&gt;Perindau prin camera cu pereti galbeni&lt;br /&gt;Si parca vroiau sa iasa afara,&lt;br /&gt;Soarele meu zambeste pe cer&lt;br /&gt;Si parca ii aud chemarea.&lt;br /&gt;Ma cheama la un ceai.&lt;br /&gt;Gandurile mele jucause&lt;br /&gt;Se invart in cerc...&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am trimis gandurile la tine&lt;br /&gt;Sa faca dragoste cu ale tale&lt;br /&gt;Sa te mangaie asa cum stiu doar eu&lt;br /&gt;Sa te sarute pana la epuizare&lt;br /&gt;Si sa iti sopteasca&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am trimis visele la tine ...&lt;br /&gt;Sa prinda aripi...aripi colorate&lt;br /&gt;Ti-am dat un sarut...&lt;br /&gt;Te rog sa mi-l dai inapoi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-6286093125563907370?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6286093125563907370/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/ganduri-jucause.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6286093125563907370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6286093125563907370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/ganduri-jucause.html' title='Ganduri jucause'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-5766903883405905146</id><published>2009-03-19T22:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.559+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragoste si masti</title><content type='html'>Sunt inconjurata de masti,&lt;br /&gt;Care mai de care mai colorate,&lt;br /&gt;Mai frumoasa sau nu...&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit in mijlocul lor&lt;br /&gt;Si nu reusesc sa scap...&lt;br /&gt;Inchid ochii si visez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cadourihaioase.ro/images/masti-fluturi-94441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 159px;" src="http://cadourihaioase.ro/images/masti-fluturi-94441.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un trandafir plange&lt;br /&gt;A facut dragoste cu luna&lt;br /&gt;Si acum s-a indragostit de ea.&lt;br /&gt;E aproape ofilit...&lt;br /&gt;Si plange impreuna cu mine&lt;br /&gt;Pianul imaginar ne acompaniaza&lt;br /&gt;Iar norii ne simt lacrimile&lt;br /&gt;Si s-au adunat langa noi&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne incalzeasca ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fac parte din tine&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu nu iti dai seama&lt;br /&gt;Vocea ta ma duce catre un nou vis&lt;br /&gt;Inchide ochii...&lt;br /&gt;Si ...fa dragoste cu mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-5766903883405905146?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5766903883405905146/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/dragoste-si-masti.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5766903883405905146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/5766903883405905146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/dragoste-si-masti.html' title='Dragoste si masti'/><author><name>Iuly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728472426325883538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zf8ez1XRHk0/SmNqaoMOumI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TCdmWWTJnwg/S220/S6300406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783137497227489814.post-6050577715905754108</id><published>2009-03-16T23:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:04:53.559+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabloul</title><content type='html'>Privea prin tabloul din fata mea&lt;br /&gt;Si vedeam cum amintiri cad si ma lovesc&lt;br /&gt;Ploua...dar pentru mine nu cu stropi.&lt;br /&gt;Se transformau cand in ganduri&lt;br /&gt;Cand in amintiri...&lt;br /&gt;Pana si vremea imi simtea starea&lt;br /&gt;Lasam in urma amintiri&lt;br /&gt;Am incercat sa le dau foc&lt;br /&gt;Dar erau ude de la lacrimi&lt;br /&gt;Si nu au vrut sa arda.&lt;br /&gt;Drumul meu pare uneori&lt;br /&gt;Imposibil de urmat&lt;br /&gt;Am amintiri pentru o viata de acum&lt;br /&gt;Si inca mai strang...&lt;br /&gt;Loc mai este suficient in tablou&lt;br /&gt;Tabloul galben pe un perete galben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783137497227489814-6050577715905754108?l=drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6050577715905754108/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drumulcatrenicaieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/tabloul.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783137497227489814/posts/default/6050577715905754108'/><link 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