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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIDQHo_fCp7ImA9WhRXGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525968040730125168</id><updated>2011-12-26T18:39:31.444+02:00</updated><title>- Trecator prin viata -</title><subtitle type="html">"Limitele sunt doar cele impuse de moralul nostru" (Silviu Dobre)</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://silviudobre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://silviudobre.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Silviu Dobre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02521926885097464730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_19H6XdZ_OB4/TSXSPd8u-HI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KHqee6CH90A/S220/IMG_0038.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/-TrecatorPrinViata-" /><feedburner:info uri="-trecatorprinviata-" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8AR34zeSp7ImA9Wx9UFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525968040730125168.post-28863021674843234</id><published>2011-02-12T12:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T12:50:46.081+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-12T12:50:46.081+02:00</app:edited><title>Fericire</title><content type="html">Un nou cuvant in dictionarul vietii mele a fost scris cu litere de aur cu pana sufletului, ce mi-a zadarnicit mintea, spulberandu-mi gandurile preconcepute despre acest...sentiment/cuvant/anecdota a trairii mele interioare: "Fericirea"; cuvant si sentiment cu un singur inteles dar exprimat in atatea mii de moduri a ajuns sa ma schimbe, sa imi schimbe privirea, sa imi arate lumea intr-un mod atat de ... real, mi-am redescoperit setea de cunoastere, de nou, de sentimente.&lt;br /&gt;
S-au dus zilele care incepeau monoton,in care griul era oceanul pe care-mi navigau sentimentele si gandurile, pustiite de sperante si dorinte.&lt;br /&gt;
Acum ziua incepe in culori ce-mi inunda sufletul de fericire iar soarele-mi saruta buzele in timp ce imi mangaie chipul intr-un mod in care nu l-am mai simtit pana acum, in mine are loc o implozie de sentimente si simt ca am totul si nu-mi mai trebuie nimic, ca toate dorintele mele s-ar fi implinit dintr-odata, in fiecare dimineta acelasi sentiment de implinire, aceleasi ganduri numai ca din ce in ce mai puternice si mai bine ancorate in sbconstienul meu.&lt;br /&gt;
Imi doresc mai mult de la viata, imi doresc mai mult pentru noi, imi doresc totul in egoismul meu excentric. (va urma)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525968040730125168-28863021674843234?l=silviudobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ce reprezintă bărbatul în această lume? &lt;br /&gt;
- forţă de muncă                                          &lt;br /&gt;
- un savant&lt;br /&gt;
- cheia perpetuării speciei                             &lt;br /&gt;
- un nebun&lt;br /&gt;
- opusul femeii                                            &lt;br /&gt;
- un profet &lt;br /&gt;
- un romantic incurabil                                    &lt;br /&gt;
- un rege&lt;br /&gt;
- un scop                                                  &lt;br /&gt;
- o maşina de ucis &lt;br /&gt;
- un element al puterii                                     &lt;br /&gt;
- un poet&lt;br /&gt;
- un idealist                                               &lt;br /&gt;
- un visător, dar cu picioarele pe pământ  &lt;br /&gt;
- un vis                                                        &lt;br /&gt;
- un aparat de senzaţii tari &lt;br /&gt;
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Dar cel mai important: e un om. Un om care face totul să aibă totul. De ce? Pentru că poate! Pentru că nu îi place monotonia, nu îi place că cineva să fie mai bun ca el.&lt;br /&gt;
Chiar dacă aparent lasă garda jos uneori şi devine vulnerabil, el aşteaptă un atac; deşi rănit, el se şterge de praf şi învaţă din greşeli, devenind tot mai putenic cu fiecare eşec, ajungând la o perfecţiune relativă. Spun relativă pentru că bărbatul nu este mulţumit niciodată de nimeni şi nimic. Întotdeauna există ceva mai bun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Momentele de decadenţă sunt extrem de rare, dar când apar, caracterul se schimbă radical, uneori în bine, alteori în rău - în legumă, respectiv fiară sălbatică.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bărbatul vede în femeie o provocare, un lucru pe care nu îl are şi pe care îl poate obţine doar renunţând la o parte a libertăţii sale de gândire şi la o parte a timpului său, atât de preţios. Acest mister caracteristic femeii îl face pe bărbat să îşi modifice comportamentul, gândirea, felul lui de a fi pentru a o impresiona, devenind graţios, atent, subtil, galant. Când apare sentimentul de atracţie dintre cei doi, nimic nu-l împiedică pe el să-şi manifeste dorinţa de a o avea; nici măcar timiditatea, nici frica. Atunci bărbatul devine prima dată visător şi lasă garda jos, şi, deşi conştient de o eventuală respingere brutală din partea femeii, el se aruncă cu capul înainte. Dacă este refuzat , el se ridică şi se şterge de praf, cu orgoliul rănit, cu ura în suflet accentuată de mintea care-i redă la nesfârşit scena eşecului.&lt;br /&gt;
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Totul se reface după câteva săptămâni, devenind mai puternic, mai încrezător. Nu spun acum că bărbatul este lipsit de sentimente, dar nu îi place să trăiască în trecut şi vede viitorul în tot ce atinge.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://issuu.com/revista_stud-life/docs/decembrie2010"&gt;Publicat in revista STUD-LIFE (Decembrie 2010) click aici pentru revista &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525968040730125168-2433978840485724200?l=silviudobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In Romania, omul, ca fiinta vie si cu o inteligenta deasupra animaleor(in cea mai mare parte,existand si exceptii), tinde sa exploateze orice fel de informatie, veti spune: da, romanul este un om informat,de acord,dar in momentul cand el se apuca de deslusit informatia primordiala, apare complexul Constantintian,cum imi place mie sa-i spun acesta definindu-se plin exploatarea unei informatii si dezvoltarea ei la infinit,fara ca aceasta dezvoltare sa fie relevanta.&lt;br /&gt;
Am sa va dau un exemplu: ultima stire aparuta este legata de eruptia unui vulcan in Islanda, romanul primeste informatia,o asimileaza si incepe sa o proceseze,de aici incepe complexul Constantintian,prin care eruptia este asociata sfarsitului lumii, al racirii globale si a venirii unei noi ere glaciare,ba mai mult o civilizatie extraterestra ne trimite impulsuri energetice pentru a ne distruge,dupa ce ne-a vizitat si a vazut ca suntem un real periocol pentru galaxie si daca tot ne autodistrugem, sa scape mai repede de noi,unii sunt mai retinuti si cu o imaginatie mai saraca,si incep sa vada particule cum zboara prin aer(inainte ca norul vulcanic sa ajunga la o distanta mai mica de 1000km de ei),vad cum se umplu capotele masin ilor cu un praf misterios negru si simt ca nu mai pot respira, simturile o iau razna.&lt;br /&gt;
Fiecare detaiu este analizat,transpus la o scara apocaliptica si imprastiat prin toate mijloacele,oriunde. Romanul este un om inventiv,cu o imaginatie pe masura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525968040730125168-2561569224810889484?l=silviudobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Intorcandu-ma brusc si o vad; ii sareau scantei din ochii aceia ce erau atintiti asupra mea, corpul meu incepu sa vibreze,inima pulsa frenetic,simturile o luasera razana,un amalgam de sentimete imi nauceau gandirea. Clipesc si dispare...Debusolat, cautam cu disperare un semn,o urma,cautam ceva...orice,dar linistea grea a noptii se lasase deja peste parcul pustiu. Incepusem sa alerg  nelinistit,cu fiecare pas ce-l faceam, simteam cum ceva imi sfasie inima,era o durere crunta ce apasa din ce in ce mai tare,toutl incepe sa se invarta in jurul meu un suierat se aude din ce in ce mai puternic si cad.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oare de ce se intampla asta? Poate ca noi suntem de viona,noi ce votam sau nu. Personalitati de incredere nu avem cine stie ce sau oamni care sa nu fi fost implicati in cine stie ce activitati dubioase si apoi musamalizate. Cum sa mearga bine aceasta tara cand oricine isi poate lua diploma fara sa-si insuseaca cunostintele,fara sa cunoasca profesorul si fara sa stie unde este sediul facultatii? O tara plina de oameni "inteligenti" si "descurcareti".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;S-au facut investii de sute de mii de euro pentru a dota centrele de invatamant cu tehnici de ultima generatie dar cineva acolo sus nu s-a gandit sa ii invete pe profesori cum sa le utilizeze, nu s-au gandit domnii ministrii ca unii profesori vor fi incapabili sa se adapteze la aceste noi metode de predare care ar face mult mai atragator mediul de invatamant de stat. Nu avem nici o universitate in top 400 ale lumii si ne intrebam de ce? eu sunt de parere ca nu isi are rostul aceasta intrebare atat timp cat educatia elevilor si studentilor se face cu lipsa de interes, nepasare si cu tehnici de acum cateva zeci de ani.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O sa o ducem mai bine cand vor apune generatiile care au bagat tinerii in haturi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anchete tot or sa mai fie si pe la un ministru si pe la altul,vor veni alegerile,vom fi uitat cu totii ce a fost si o vom lua de la capat cu ministrii corupti sau provenind dintr-o lume care nu are mentalitatea necesara sa conduca o tara libera ,democrata si frumoasa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Publicat in revista STUD-LIFE&lt;br /&gt;
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De asemenea este o persoana foarte bine educata,amabila si dulce careia ii poti spune totul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Relatia noastra de prietenie a inceput cam pe la 1 ale lui octomvrie 2007 cand ale vietii drumuri s-au intalnit la Universitatea de Construcii din marea capitala a tarisoarei noastre.Din acea zi in care ne-am vazut am remarcat la ea ceva special,unic. Era fata cu parul cret,castaniu, cu chip suav si tot timpul cu zambetul pe buze; era misterioasa si totusi ochii ei spuneau multe, iar cand te apropiai de ea un parfum ametitor, usor dulceag te facea sa-ti pierzi vorbele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Au trecut aproape 2 ani si timpul a trecut peste noi au fost vremuri fumoase cu amintiri pe care nu le uiti o viata , au fost si vremuri mai grele pline de incercari emotionale, dar am trecut cu bine peste tot si toate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clipe minunate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prin viata presarate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vorbe dulci ce-adie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rasete si bucurie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am zburat spre nori&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si-am atins zarea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am dansat printre flori&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si-am sarutat marea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iubire profunda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dragoste pura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In suflet s-afunda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si-n viata cea dura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si ninge cu zile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ploua cu nopti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suiera vantul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La praguri de porti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ce zana divina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cu roche de floare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imi zburda prin vise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Usor ea apare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;M-atinge usor si dispare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525968040730125168-3361620691371781716?l=silviudobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Asa cum mi s-a intamplat si mie intr-o insorita zi de vineri,cand o adiere de primavara ce purta un parfum dulceag imi dezmierda narile si razele aurii se jucau pe chipul meu. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;M-am hotarat cu 2 colegute(care imi sunt si cele mai bune pritene) sa mergem sa luam masa la un local.Cred ca erau orele 12 cand am plecat de la universitate.Am ajuns, am mancat si Catalina se uita la noi cu ochisorii ei sclipitori si spune : "Haideti sa mergem undeva,la munte." Eu cu Lore am ramas pret de 2-3secunde uitandu-ne unul la altul cu un zambet pe fata si am strigat:"Haideti sa mergem". erau totusi cateva mici probleme de rezolvat inainte,fiecare trebuia sa ajunga acasa sa isi ia una,alta ca tot omul cand pleaca undeva.Eu cu Lore am ramas sa mergem cu autobuzul si sa ne interesam de tren in timp ce Cata a plecat cu metroul spre resedinta sa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Surpirza!!! nu erau trenuri spre munte decat dupa orele17,ceea ce ar fi insemnat sa fie pierduta ziua aceea. Resemnati de acest lucru ne indreptam catre statia de autobuz cand Lorenei ii suna telefonul. O idee mirifica iarasi venise din mintea colegei noastre de drumetie: "N-ar fi mai bine sa mergem la mare?". In gandurile noastre deja ne vedeam pe plaja mangaind nisipul si sarutand marea rece. Zis si facut;Lorena deja vorbea cu matusa de cazare si am pornit grabiti spre camin sa ne luam cateva lucrusoare si periutele de dinti,un accesoriu destul de important din viata de zi cu zi. Toate bune si frumoase,am ajuns inapoi la tren,am luat bilete si ne-am urcat in trenul cu destinatia Constanta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Constanta,3 aprilie 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ajunsi pe lasatul serii cand soarele arata ca o portocala coapta gata sa musti din ea si cuprinsi de o emotie nebuna sa ne contopim cu nisipul,cu aerul si cu marea printre pescarusii care se pare ca nu aveau somn sau poate deranjati de prezenta noastra zburau bezmetic in ultimul fir de aur ce strabatea cerul erau singurii care sfasiau tacerea,nici vantul,nici marea,nici macar nisipul nu se clintea.Totul parca se oprise,la scurt timp si pescarusii au disparut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Va urma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525968040730125168-7174508030690442777?l=silviudobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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