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Eliade)" /><title>VaSi: Glosa: "Singura batalie sigur pierduta este cea pe care nu ai dat-o niciodata" (M. Eliade)</title><content type="html">Toate cuvintele din vocabularul nostru uzual ascund miracole. Dar majoritatea oamenilor nu mai stiu sa priveasca aceste miracolele. Viata, aventura, experienta, timp, fapt, gandire, intamplare, libertate, banii care nu te schimba pe tine, ci pe oamenii din jurul tau, esec, sinceritate, rolul nostru, ridicol, imperfect, creatie, suferinta, durere, moarte, infrangere, s.a.m.d.&lt;br /&gt;         Sunt oameni care depasesc durerea numai prin moarte. Toti oamenii mor la un moment dat, dar nu toti traiesc cu adevarat pentru ca atunci cand te abandonezi, nu mai traiestit tu, ci esti trait, la intamplare.&lt;br /&gt;         Moartea nu exista decat pt cei care o accepta. Infrangerea nu exista decat pt acela care nu se reintoarce in lupta.&lt;br /&gt;         Multora le este frica de moarte, dar "moartea da unor oameni o noua viata iar existenta lor pamanteasca devine doar o simpla umbra". Exemplul sunt poetii si eroii morti, dar totusi inca in viata. Cosbuc, Octavian Goga, Titu Maiorescu, Kogalniceanu, Iorga, Regele Mihai, Creanga, Slavici, Caragiale, Blaga, Toparceanu, Arghezi, Eminescu, Minulescu, Marin Sorescu, Nichita Stanescu, Enescu, Rebreanu, Preda, Tonitza, Maria Tanase, Tepes, Stefan cel Mare, etc.&lt;br /&gt;         Singura libertate posibila o concep prin experienta, caci nu pot sa scapa de anumite lucruri decat traindu-le, nu pot limpezii anumite obsesii decat privindu-le in fata, si nu pot cunoaste adevarata dragoste decat depasind-o. Si ca sa obtii aceasta libertate dupa care tanjeste orice om, nu este alta cale: practica, eroica, decat cea a experientelor. Numai experimentand totul poti cunoaste real viata omeneasca, poti ajunge un om intreg. Si numai o astfel de cunoastere, adica o astfel de realizare, face posibila libertatea omului nou, deschizandu-i calea adevaratei creatii si adevaratei fericiri.&lt;br /&gt;         Sunt de parere ca toate lucrurile rele si greselile, aduc cu ele mereu ceva bun in viata noastra; cel putin o invatatura importanta. chiar daca te simti oribil intr un moment, viata ta se schimba, nu este un lucru rau! "M-a parasit iubita, o sa spui?" - Mare scofala!.. "Mi.e dor de ea" - DU-I DORUL! Toti avem un ocean de regrete si cred ca nu conteaza de cate ori viata ne doboara, pentru ca nu putem pierde.&lt;br /&gt;         cine nu are probleme sufletesti, cine nu capata insomnii din cauza meditatiilor, cine nu e in pragul nebuniei, cine nu urla "neant! agonie! zadarnicie!", cine nu se da cu capul de pereti sa afle "autenticitatea", "spiritualitatea", si "viata interioara"...acela nu poate fi om, nu poate cunoaste valorile vietii si ale culturii, nu poate crea nimic.&lt;br /&gt;         Ma uit in jurul meu si, sincer vorbind, nu gasesc nimic de invatat decat de la oameni si de la autori ridicoli. Ridicolul nu merita sa fie imitat. Caci numai imitand ridicolul imitam viata; deoarece acolo se ascunde sinceritatea ei deplina, nu ideile si conventiile ei care sunt aspecte de-ale mortii.&lt;br /&gt;Orice act care nu e ridicol, intr.o masura mai mica sau mai mare, este un act mort. Aceasta se verifica chiar in cea mai cotidiana si mai banala viata sociala. Cand iti bei ceaiul intr-un salon si pui linistit ceasca la loc, implinesti un act perfect, un act mort, caci nu are consecinte nici in constiinta ta, nici in constiinta celorlalti. Dar ia scapa ceasca jos, si varsa ceaiul in poala unei domnisoare care vorbeste frantuzeste, si scuza-te balbaindu-te, si incearca sa repari gafa stergand parchetul cu batista de matase. Fii o clipa ridicol, pur si simplu ridicol. Actul acesta devine deodata incarcat de nenumarate posibilitati. Suferi si poti intelege in acele clipe de panica si sfiala cat de inutila e viata ta, cat de goale sunt vietile celorlalti, ce maimuta grotesca esti tu, bine imbracat si perfect stilat, intr-o incapere unde se pierde timpul si unde oamenii se aduna manati de spaima singuratatii si de atractia vacuitatii lor. O intreaga filozofie dintr-o ceasca de ceai sparta la intamplare. Si inca n.ai fost ridicol decat intr.o mica masura. Dar ia apucat-te si spune-le in fata ceea ce crezi tu despre ceaiul lor (ceea ce crede, de altfel, toata lumea care gandeste), spune-le raspicat ca isi pierd vremea, ca se pacalesc unul pe altul, ca traiesc o viata artificiala, factice, inutila. Spune tot si spune-le cu pasiune. Atunci vei fi cu adevarat ridicol, atunci lumea va rade de tine, atunci vei intelege ca nu-ti poti trai viata fara a fi ridicol. Caci la aceasta se rezuma ridicolul: la trairea vietii tale proprii, nude, imediate; refuzandu-te superstitiilor, conventiilor si dogmelor. Cu cat suntem mai personali, mai identificati cu intentiile noastre, cu atat fapta noastra coincide mai perfect cu gandul nostru - cu atat suntem mai ridicoli.&lt;br /&gt;Ridicolul e o formula lansata de oameni contra sinceritatii.&lt;br /&gt;Nu exista act, uman, sincer - care sa nu fie ridicol.&lt;br /&gt;Ridicolul este cel te face uneori sa fi prezent, constient in viata.&lt;br /&gt;         Nu sunt pierdute decat acele batalii pe care nu le incepi niciodata. Nu esti invis decat daca refuzi lupta. Altminteri, orice faci, orice incerci in aceasta existenta miraculoasa - sunt victorii? si cat ar fi ele de mutilate, nu trebuie sa regreti ca le-ai obtinut. In constiinta omului modern exista aceasta grava confuzie intre victorie si premiu. Cei mai multi dintre noi credem ca am facut un lucru bun numai daca primim o recompensa: o felicitare, o distractie, o observatie favorabila. Si, dimpotriva, socotim esuate acele acte ale noastre care au trecut neobservate, sau au fost privite cu neincredere, sau cu dispret. Confuzia aceasta isi are radacini adanci, in setea omului pentru fructul faptelor sale. Noi, care nu sim niciodata ce sa facem cu pasiunile noastre, credem ca o actiune detasata de dorinta recompensei, este o actiune "fara pasiune", un fapt neutru sau o simpla "disponibilitate". Ni se pare ca numai acele actiuni sunt intr-adevar omenesti care sunt promovate de o mare pasiune. O pasiune indeamna intotdeauna la victorie. O pasiune  care se afla prezenta inapoia orcarui act al nostru - nu cauta niciodata premierea sau sau promovarea ei, nu cauta recomensa. Dorinta aceasta e creata si alimentata numai de "prea omenescul" din noi, adica de mizeriile si limitarile egoismului nostru.&lt;br /&gt;         Ne-am obisnuit sa acuzam pasiunile pentru tot ceea ce e scazut si hidos in noi. E absurd sa osandesi o pasiune pentru ca n-ai stiut s-o stapanesti. Si nu poti stapani decat acele lucruri la care ai renuntat, de care te-ai liberat, nu prin detasare de ele insele, ci prin detasare de dorinta fructelor lor. Renuntarea la o actiune, nu inseamna nimic; e o negatie, o castrare, o alterare. Singura renuntare eficace e renuntarea la fructul actiunii. Daca acestea sunt adevarate, apoi fara indoiala ca nici o batalie nu e prierduta, ca putem fi victoriosi fara a obtine vreun premiu, ca putem fi liberi si noi insine, fara ca lumea sa o stie.&lt;br /&gt;         De aceea trebuie sa ne purtam inainte, fiecare, bataliile noastre. Daca fiecare ins ar activa fara gandul recompensei, pamantul acesta ar fi un rai. Secretul vietii perfecte este acela de a trai dupa moarte, in draogstea prietenilor, a elevilor, a urmasilor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004831487519790836-8739975090229043993?l=vasialex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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În urma completării chestionarelor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt; de mai jos veţi primi GRATUIT în termen de câteva zile PROFILUL DVS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt; PSIHOLOGIC (constă dintr-o HISTOGRAMĂ în care sunt EVALUATE CANTITATIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt; diversele trăsături psihice).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv903643121yiv860328618yiv1680572283steluta"&gt;♦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://spreadsheets.google.com/viewform?formkey=dHZQdG9UVHQ3LVBtbTdldFIyUVB1UUE6MQ"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chestionar on-line 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv903643121yiv860328618yiv1680572283steluta"&gt;♦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://spreadsheets.google.com/viewform?formkey=dDRTeXkyYW8wOGgtN1oxbi1VVXVWWFE6MQ"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chestionar on-line 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv903643121yiv860328618yiv1680572283steluta"&gt;♦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://spreadsheets.google.com/viewform?formkey=dEwzS3RvZjZBYk1JdkdyRGNIcVRuMnc6MQ"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chestionar on-line 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt;Studiul aparține dr. Dorin Dragoș (Spitalul Universitar de Urgență&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt; București), iar rezultatele preliminarii vor fi publicate începând cu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt; primul semestru al anului 2011 în Journal of Medicine and Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt;După încheierea studiului vă vom trimite un chestionar facultativ în&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt; urma completării căruia veți primi un PROFIL DE RISC (o  estimare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt; cantitativă a PREDISPOZIŢIEI PSIHOEMOŢIONALE de a dezvolta diverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt; BOLI).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt;Tot ce trebuie să faceți este să intraţi pe link-uri, să completaţi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt; cele 3 chestionare doar cu un simplu click pe varianta de răspuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt; dorită. Veţi găsi toate instrucţiunile la începutul chestionarului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt;Vă rugăm să TRANSMITEȚI acest mesaj și PRIETENILOR dvs. Dorim să&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt; realizăm un studiu recunoscut internațional și de aceea avem nevoie de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt; câteva mii de respondenți, ne-ar bucura dacă v-ați alătura nouă ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt; participant și dacă ați putea trimite mesajul mai departe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt;Poate mai mult decât evaluarea noastră psihologică, în urma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt; completării chestionarelor veţi primi satisfacţia de a fi participat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt; la primul studiu de acest fel din lume şi de a  susţine şi contribui la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt; amploarea lui prin trimiterea mai departe a mesajului. 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Acum e tarziu sa mai adaug ceva la tot ce a fost frumos. s.au depanat atatea amintiri, atatea ganduri frumoase, atatea clipe minunate intr.un timp asa de scurt incat mi.a amutit gandul printre lacrimi. Am colindat cu tine printre imagini pline de frumusete, imagini asa de placute pe care nu am cum sa le uit vreodata. Ma intreb mereu acelasi lucru: de ce trebuie sa iubim atat de mult persoane cu care nu putem fi?. Daca nu suntem facuti unul pt celalalt, de ce ne.am intalnit? De ce a trebuit sa vii in viata mea si sa patrunzi atat de adanc in sufletul meu daca nu am fost alesul inimii tale? De ce sufletul de multe ori ti.l ia tocmai acela care nu are nevoie de el? Oare exista dragoste absoluta? Sau ochii care nu se vad se uita? Cand imi amintesc clipele petrecute impreuna imi vine sa mor de dorul lor. A fost un vis aproape implinit! M.am lasat purtat de glasuri pe aripile amintirilor, ca sa retraiesc inca o data clipa noastra. Imi amintesc primele clipe in care ne.am cunoscut, clipele pe care le.am petrecut toate acele zile in care mergeam impreuna pe jos pana acasa si povesteam, primele momente petrecute impreuna ca iubiti, nu voi uita primul sarut, clipa cand in brate ne strageam si simteam cum iti batea inima, cum ne alintam si ne sarutam, cat de dulce putea fii sarutul tau, cat de mult imi placeau ochii tai, nasucul tau, gurita ta, cat de mult te iubeam. Imi amintesc tot; acele nopti frumoase, cand ne iubeam amandoi nebuneste la lumina stelelor si ne sarutam ore in sir; cum as putea uita asa ceva? a fost o parte din visul la care am visat o viata intreaga. Pentru moment imi venea sa plang de fericire, credeam ca tu esti persoana pe care am asteptat.o. Am stiut de la bun inceput ca vei pleca, dar inima mea a refuzat sa creada ca ne vom desparti. Visam alaturi de tine, insa acum mi s.au spulberat toate visele. Nu credeam ca noi ne vom desparti. Acum vad cu ochii mintii cum m.ai privit pentru ultima data in ochi.. Nu credeam ca ultimul sarut va fi atat de plin de suferinta. Imaginea ta imi apare in minte de multe ori; apari ca un inger, dar esti mult prea sus ca sa te pot atinge. Te uiti la mine cu blandete, imi zambesti ca atunci, si dispari! Acum stiu ca esti fericita, stiu ca nu mai insemn nimic pentru tine, dar ma multumesc sa stiu c.a fost candva; ca am trait amandoi in acelasi vis; stiu ca am un mod ciudat de a iubi si arata asta.. dar pe mine asta ma face sa fiu mai bun, mai intelegator, sper sa nu ajungi sa suferi asa cum sufar eu. In sufletul meu va ramane mereu acel sarut dulce cu care mi.ai furat inima. Iar numele tau este scris in inima mea el va ramane acolo pentru todeauna.. Vei fi mereu o amintire frumoasa pe care seara de seara o sa mi.o amintesc; un gand care va ramane in mintea mea si in sufletul meu o viata intreaga, pentru ca asa cum ti.am zis ai fost cel mai bun si mai scump sufletel de om pe care l.am intalnit vreodata; alaturi de tine am petrecut cele mai frumoase clipe din viata mea. De ce am crezut ca tu esti ingerul pe care mi la trimis Dumnezeu? Ingerul pe care i l.am cerut lui Dumnezeu? Ce te.a facut sa crezi ca nu esti tu persoana care imi apartine? Cateodata noaptea te visez.. ca te tin in brate si ca te strang la piept.. as face orice sa nu ma mai pot trezi din acel vis frumos; as dormi o viata intreaga pentru ca stiu ca daca deschid ochii si ma uit langa mine Tu nu mai esti.. visez ca te voi avea inapoi odata, ca voi retrai acele clipe minunate in care sa iti mai aud glasul cum imi sopteste "te iubesc". Visez ca te sarut pe gurita si pe nasuc ca te mangai si te privesc in ochi. Visez ca ne mai trezim amandoi impreuna si ca esti iar in bratele mele; as face orice sa mai retraiesc acele clipe frumoase. O singura data in viata gasesti dragostea adevarata si asta daca ai noroc; eu am gasit.o! Dar Tu ai facut ca sa dispara! Cand am scris aceste randuri mana mea a scris dupa dictarea creierului si a sufletului caci ochii mei nu au mai vazut, au fost plini de lacrimi iar inima mea mai avea un pic si inceta sa mai bata, fiecare lacrima care a alunecat pe obrazul meu, a fost o picatura din dragostea enorma pe care am purtat.o pentru tine. Am incercat sa scap de ele dar au ramas in sufletul meu. Am chemat vantul si i.am spus sa te mangaie pentru ca eu nu mai pot. Cand simti o adiere de vant sa stii ca eu am trimis.o peste rauri, peste munti si peste dealuri de dorul tau, ca sa stii ca eu ma mai gandesc la tine din cand in cand. Esti singura persoana pe care nu am reusit s.o uit. Desi nu mai suntem impreuna, nu pot sa mi te scot din gand, vreau sa vi sa.mi stergi lacrimile si sa.mi spui ca ma iubesti.. sa ma strangi in brate, te vreau inapoi langa mine, dar stiu ca nu se poate. Intr.o zi o picatura de ploaie sau un fulg iti va atinge usor obrazul sau buzele!! Nu il alunga pentru ca acela sunt eu.. atingandu.te, mangaindu.te, si soptindu.ti cat de mult te.am iubit! Poate odata imi vei auzi glasul si te vei intoarce la mine.. sa iti spun acel cuvant pe care in fiecare zi ti.l spuneam cu gandul, cu fapta sau cu vorba. Acel cuvant care venea din adancul sufletului meu! Acea expresie care ma tulbura! Acel "Te iubesc".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004831487519790836-4535494561025305279?l=vasialex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Normal că nu pot descrie în câteva rânduri tot ce aş vrea să-ţi povestesc...aşa că încep prin a-ţi multumi pentru tot ce mi-ai lasat aici, pentru toate gândurile tale pe care le-ai aşternut pe foi pentru cei ca mine...cei care atunci când te citesc nu îşi pot imagina cum poate un scriitor să aiba pareri indentice şi atât de frumoase şi adevărate despre viată.&lt;br /&gt;             Uneori ma gândesc de ce nu m-am născut macar în ultimul tău an de viaţă, mai apoi să pot spune că eu şi Marin Preda am trăit într-un an de viaţă comun. Tu ştii că aş fi vrut asta? Ce ai făcut tu, din ce ai fost compus şi cum ţi-au venit toate ideile acelea geniale şi excelente despre iubire, politică, viaţă, oameni şi valori? Zambesc atunci când ajung să te cunosc drept cel mai iubit dintre pămanteni şi spun tutror cine esti tu să ştii! Nu poţi să-ţi imaginezi cât de asemanatoare sunt copilăriile noastre, din câte mi-ai ilustrat în familia Morometiană.&lt;br /&gt;              Şi eu mă numesc tot Preda; aceasta este o coincidenţă, ştiu. Pozele tale imi amintesc de un unchi de-al meu, pentru că ai o aluniţă identică lui, iar personajul tău Ilie Moromete, de tata. Parcă ai fi aici cu mine şi te-aş ţine de vorbă trei zile şi trei nopţi să-mi spui tu cum ţi-ai dat seama ce este un om puternic, de când căutam o definiţie în cuvinte şi în final mi-ai spus-o tu în „Cel mai iubit dintre pământeni”, şi cum adică cei ce nu pacătuiesc nu au curaj sa o facă, şi tu crezi asta? şi eu dintotdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;               Acum sunt într-o lume destul de tristă dacă stai să o analizezi. Se cam pierde totul şi, chiar dacă poate nu e adevărat, eu vreau să cred că a ta nu a fost asa, poate a fost mai rau din cauza schimbarilor politice, dar eu nu concep asta. Ai trăit frumos nu? Ai făcut ce ţi-ai dorit. Oare cum ai scris secretele alea despe comunism pe care nimeni nu avea curaj să le gândească măcar? Încă un motiv de admiraţie. Cred că nu am nimic antitetic stimei vis-a-vis de tine.&lt;br /&gt;                Daca ai putea ca măcar o clipă sa vezi ce mai este pe pământ aş vrea ca tu sa-mi dai un sfat. Să-mi zici acum, cum ţi se pare că a spulberat valul vieţii oamenii, a mai rămas ceva uman aici? Merită să mai încerc? Cu siguranţă tu ai ştii să-mi arăţi un fir de care să mă pot agaţa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Într-adevar, cuvintele nu trebuie să domine gândurile, sunt cuvinete pe care nu ţi le spun, vreau să le gândesc doar. Cu respect, Simona Preda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004831487519790836-705505655549774579?l=vasialex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Asta poate sa fie o coincidenta dar acum lucrurile devin mult mai interesante.&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt; este statul numarul 11.&lt;br /&gt;6) Primul avion care s-a abatut asupra celor 2 edificii avea numarul 11.&lt;br /&gt;7) Cursa de avion cu numarul 11 avea &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92 pasageri&lt;/span&gt; la bord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 +2 = 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Si cursa zborului numarul 77 s.a abatut asupra celor 2 edificii si avea la bord &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;65 pasageri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6+5 = 11&lt;br /&gt;9) Tragedia a avut loc in data 11 Septembrie, mai bine zis: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9/11&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9+1+1=11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Ziua si luna tragediei sunt identice cu numarul de telefon al poliziei in America &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;911&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9+1+1=11&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Simpla coincidenta??? Continua sa citesti...&lt;br /&gt;11) Numarul total de victime in toate avioanele implicate a fost de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;254&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2+5+4= 11&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;12) 11 Septembrie este cea de.a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;254&lt;/span&gt; zi din calendar. Inca o data &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2+5+4=11&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;13) Exploziile din Madrid s.au intamplat in data de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3/11/2004&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3+1+1+2+4= 11&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;14) Tragedia din Madrid s-a intamplat dupa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;911&lt;/span&gt; zile de la cea din America...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9+1+1=11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum este momentul in care lucrurile devin si mai misterioase.&lt;br /&gt;Unul dintre simbolurile cele mai cunoscute ale Americii, dupa linii si stele, este Acvila.&lt;br /&gt;Urmatoarea strofa este luata din Coran, cartea sacra a Islamului. Sta scris ca fiul Arabiei va trezi o teribila Acvila. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Puterea Acvilei se va simti in toate pamanturile lui Alah, in timp ce anumite persoane vor tremura de disperare dar in fond se vor bucura: pentru ca puterea Acvilei va curata pamanturile lui Alah si va fii pace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta strofa este&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; strofa numarul 9.11 din Coran&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Inca nu esti ferm convins....?!&lt;br /&gt;Fa asta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deschide Microsoft Word&lt;/span&gt; si:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scrie cu litere mari Q33 NY&lt;/span&gt; . Asta este numarul zborului al primului avion care s.a abatut asupra celor 2 edificii.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Schimba dimensiunea caracterului cu cea de 48&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Schimba caracterul literelor in cel WINGDINGS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACUM CE MAI ZICI?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004831487519790836-8818677052391489310?l=vasialex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Acum, se pare ca boala s.a agravat din ce in ce mai mult. A trimis o scrisoare de ramas bun prietenilor, cititorilor si admiratorilor lui si, datorita Internetului, acum este difuzata. Va recomand s.o cititi, intrucat acest scurt text scris de catre unul dintre cei mai stralucitori latino-americani din ultimii ani este mai mult decat miscator."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daca pentru o clipa Dumnezeu ar uita ca sunt o marioneta din carpa si mi.ar darui o bucatica de viata, probabil ca n.as spune tot ceea ce gandesc, insa in mod categoric as gandi tot ceea ce zic. As da valoare lucrurilor, dar nu pentru ce valoreaza, ci pentru ceea ce semnifica. As dormi mai putin, dar as visa mai mult, intelegand ca pentru fiecare minut in care inchidem ochii, pierdem saizeci de secunde de lumina. As merge cand ceilati se opresc, m.as trezi cand ceilalti dorm. As asculta cand ceilalti vorbesc si cat m.as bucura de o inghetata cu ciocolata! Daca Dumnezeu mi.ar face cadou o bucatica de viata, m.as imbraca foarte modest, m.as intinde la soare, lasand la vederea tuturor nu numai corpul, ci si sufletul meu. Dumnezeul meu, daca as avea o bucatica de viata... N.as lasa sa treaca nici o zi fara sa le spun oamenilor pe care ii iubesc, ca ii iubesc. As convinge pe fiecare femeie sau barbat spunandu.le ca sunt favoritii mei si as trai indragostit de dragoste. Oamenilor le.as demonstra cat se insala crezand ca nu se mai indragostesc cand imbatranesc, nestiind ca imbatranesc cand nu se mai indragostesc! Unui copil i.as da aripi, dar l.as lasa sa invete sa zboare singur. Pe batrani i.as invata ca moartea nu vine cu batranetea, ci cu uitarea. Atatea lucruri am invatat de la voi, oamenii... Am invatat ca toata lumea vrea sa traiasca pe varful muntelui, insa fara sa bage de seama ca adevarata fericire rezida in felul de a.l escalada. Am invatat ca atunci cand un nou nascut strange cu pumnul lui micut, pentru prima oara, degetul parintelui, l.a acaparat pentru intotdeauna. Spune intotdeauna ce simti si fa ceea ce gandesti. Daca as stii ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand te voi vedea dormind, te.as imbratisa foarte strans si l.as ruga pe Dumnezeu sa fiu pazitorul sufletului tau. Daca as stii ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand te voi vedea iesind pe usa, ti.as da o imbratisare, un sarut si te.as chema inapoi sa.ti dau mai multe. Daca as stii ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand voi auzi vocea ta, as inregistra fiecare dintre cuvintele tale pentru a le putea asculta o data si inca o data pana la infinit. Daca as stii ca acestea ar fi ultimele minute in care te.as vedea, as spune "te iubesc??" si nu mi.as asuma, in mod prostesc, gandul ca deja stii. Nimeni nu.si va aduce aminte de tine pentru gandurile tale secrete. Cere.i Domnului taria si intelepciunea pentru a le exprima. Demostreaza.le prietenilor tai cat de importanti sunt pentru tine. Ziua de maine nu.i este asigurata nimanui, tanar sau batran. Azi poate sa fie ultima zi cand ii vezi pe cei pe care.i iubesti. De aceea, nu mai astepta, fa.o azi, intrucat daca ziua de maine nu va ajunge niciodata, in mod sigur vei regreta ziua cand nu ti.ai facut timp pentru un suras, o imbratisare, un sarut si ca ai fost prea ocupat ca sa le conferi o ultima dorinta. Sa.i mentii pe cei pe care.i iubesti aproape de tine, spune.le la ureche cat de multa nevoie ai de ei, iubeste.i si trateaza.i bine, ia.ti timp sa le spui "imi pare rau", "iarta.ma", "te rog" si toate cuvintele de dragoste pe care le stii. Intotdeauna exista ziua de maine si viata ne da de fiecare data alta oportunitate pentru a face lucrurile bine, dar daca cumva gresesc si ziua de azi este tot ce ne ramane, mi.ar face placere sa.ti spun cat te iubesc si, ca niciodata nu te voi uita."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004831487519790836-6171829089471151886?l=vasialex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Omul, natura, ego-ul, aura, deja-vu-ul, karma, gandirea pozitiva/negativa, dragostea, s.a.m.d.&lt;br /&gt;Marii intelepti au inteles si au scris despre legea existentiala incercand sa schimbe macar putin modul de gandire al omului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Suntem ceea ce gandim, tot ceea ce suntem ia nastere din gandurile noastre, cu gandurile noastre construim lumea"&lt;/span&gt; - spunea&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Buddha&lt;/span&gt;; la fel si in cartea "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secretul&lt;/span&gt;", Mike Dooley a spus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"gandurile devin lucrui"&lt;/span&gt;. Asta inseamna ca putem sa ne indreptam spre o lume mai buna daca suntem pozitivi, nu? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gandurile&lt;/span&gt; pozitive atrag intotdeauna doar lucruri bune in viata. Trebuie sa urmam cursul vietii asa cum este el si sa ne traim legenda personala, dar sa nu ne identificam cu ego.ul. Undeva se spunea : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cele mai dificile trei lucruri din lume pentru un om sunt: sa raspunzi la ura cu iubire; sa.i accepti pe cei exclusi; sa admiti ca gresesti. Dar acestea ar fi cele mai usoare lucruri din lume daca nu te.ai identifica cu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ego.ul&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. Impreuna putem opta pt pace, liniste, beatitudine; in acest caz, va trebui sa va redescoperiti inocenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cand TU vrei ceva cu adevarat, tot universul conspira la realizarea dorintei tale"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;. Eu vreau o lume mai buna. O lume in care nu conteaza banul sau puterea. In jurul meu am deja o lume mai buna si in jurul lor este o alta lume buna pt ca si ei au ales sa gandeasca pozitiv. Fiecare om are o aura. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aura&lt;/span&gt; este un camp energetic care inconjoara corpul nostru cu putere pozitiva sau negativa. Gandeste.te la o persoana pe care o simpatizezi; ea are un camp energetic asemanator cu al tau si te simti bine mereu in preajma ei. Campul energetic functioneaza ca un radar personal care ne avertizeaza cand se apropie un prieten sau o persoana cu ganduri mai putin bune. Cand simti un nod in gat sau cand iesi dintr.o aglomeratie cu ganduri apasatoare, desi inainte te simteai bine; inseamna ca ai stat in apropierea unor campuri negative. Poate si tu esti un negativist dar ai face bine sa incerci sa fii mai bun si mai intelegator. Probabil plantele din casa.ti sunt ofilite. Plantele simt si ele aceasta energie. Daca ai o planta in camera in care te certi mereu cu familia; unde este mereu galagie si suparare; nu va resista mult acolo. Din fericire iti poti schimba modul de gandire si in loc de un negativist poti sa fii un om bun si, cu siguranta contribui si tu la o schimbare in bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Totul in viata are un pret"&lt;/span&gt; a citat Paulo Coelho, iar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karma&lt;/span&gt; spune ca&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "aceasta nu se plateste neaparat in actuala viata"&lt;/span&gt;. Ati avut vreodata un&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Deja-Vu&lt;/span&gt;? (inseamna in limba franceza "deja vazut"). Deja vu-ul reprezinta un sentiment ciudat sau iluzia ca am vazut sau trait deja o experienta cu care ne intalnim pentru prima data. Prin urmare sentimentul ca am mai fost acolo candva se datoreaza faptului ca intr.adevar am mai fost.&lt;br /&gt;Karma inseamna actiune. Pt a intelege mai bine conceptul karma o sa folosesc exemplul unui bumerang aruncat cu foarte mare putere; chiar daca o sa dureze mult, se va intoarce la tine in locul de unde a fost aruncat. In acelasi fel, orice actiune se intoarce in cele din urma, egal si in aceeasi forma, la cel care a initiat.o. Karma nu inseamna neaparat ceva rau, si nu are decat o legatura extrem de vaga cu ideea crestina de "pacat". Nu este o pedeapsa. Este pur si simplu legea firii, unde ceea ce semeni, aia culegi. Faptele bune se vor intoarce candva la tine, la fel ca si cele negative. Depinde de ceea ce proiectezi in viata, in fiecare moment; asa mai spunea si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Omul este suma actiunilor sale, a ceea ce a facut, a ceea ce poate face. Nimic altceva"&lt;/span&gt;. Daca esti bun si pozitiv, atunci vei fi si fericit.&lt;br /&gt;Poate cei de la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt; aveau dreptate, in cele din urma. Poate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"tot de ceea ce avem nevoie este &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dragostea&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceastea toate sunt cheia spre succesul personal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004831487519790836-4285880622910578715?l=vasialex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(Enriyeu Castaldo)&lt;br /&gt;-Prin a renunta, femeile inteleg o scurta pauza intre doua dorinte. (Mario Adorf)&lt;br /&gt;-Cind femeile nu mai stiu ce sa faca, se dezbraca. Si acest lucru e probabil singurul lucru bun pe care il pot face. (Samuel Beckett)&lt;br /&gt;-Femeile isi iubesc mai mult copiii, pentru ca pot fi sigure ca e al lor. (Aristotel)&lt;br /&gt;-Un barbat intelept nu isi contrazice nevasta. El asteapta pana o face ea singura. (Humphrey Bogart)&lt;br /&gt;-Bunul renume al unei femei se datoreaza tacerii mai multor barbati. (Maurice Chevalier)&lt;br /&gt;-Atentie la o femeie care gandeste logic! Caci logica si femeia sunt atat de heterogene, incat este impotriva naturii cand apar impreuna. (Johannes Cotta)&lt;br /&gt;-Exista trei tipuri de femei: cele frumoase, cele inteligente si majoritatea. (Rainer Werner Fassbinder)&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru mine femeile sint ca si elefantii. Imi place sa-i privesc, dar nu mi-ar placea sa am unul. (W.C. Fields)&lt;br /&gt;-Cind o femeie isi contureaza buzele, este ca si cand un soldat isi curata mitraliera. (Bob Hope)&lt;br /&gt;-Femeile trateaza in special ranile provocate de ele. (Jacques Marchand)&lt;br /&gt;-Nimic nu e mai rau decat o femeie, chiar daca e buna. (Menander)&lt;br /&gt;-Femeia este o greseala acceptabila a naturii. (John Milton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Necunoscuti:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Care este asemanarea intre o femeie si un loc de parcare? Cele bune sunt mereu ocupate, singurele care raman libere fiind cele pentru handicapati.&lt;br /&gt;-Care este asemanarea intre o farfurie zburatoare si o femeie inteligenta? Nu exista dovezi palpabile privind existenta niciuneia dintre ele.&lt;br /&gt;-Care este ultimul lucru care s-a auzit prin radio inainte de explozia navetei Challenger? Nu te atinge de butonul acela, dobitoaco!&lt;br /&gt;-Care este asemanarea intre o femeie la volan si o piersica? Ambele se aduna din copaci.&lt;br /&gt;-Care este femeia ideala? O blonda frumoasa, nimfomana, muta, surda si orfana de mama.&lt;br /&gt;-Care este pentru un barbat mijlocul cel mai rapid sa scape de 60 kg inutile de grasime? Sa divorteze.&lt;br /&gt;-Cum se poate da unei femei mai multa libertate de miscare? Se mareste suprafata bucatariei.&lt;br /&gt;-De ce a creat Dumnezeu barbatul inaintea femeii? Ca sa-i dea un pic de timp sa-si dea seama cum este in paradis.&lt;br /&gt;-Ce este o femeie care si-a pierdut 99% din inteligenta? Vaduva.&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/2004831487519790836-7461919455207718376?l=vasialex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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