tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63024778109800303902011-11-28T02:05:58.600+02:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comBlogger23125BunDimineaahttp://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-46049913616587088072011-10-06T22:20:00.000+03:002011-10-06T22:20:42.566+03:002011-10-06T22:20:42.566+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comUrasc oamenii care citesc tone de carti si-ti dau sfaturi din ele. Ca si cum daca citesti toata cartea de bucate stii si ce gust au mancarurile din ea. De cateva zile m-am apucat de gatit fara carte de bucate. Mi-au iesit niste mancaruri foarte "creative" - fie arse, fie cam dietetice (adica fara gust, zice fiul meu). Din pacate fac parte din categoria celor care citesc tone de carti. Iar cand ma <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4Q-KBzZhSwZWsG0BlgUGCucy0FQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4Q-KBzZhSwZWsG0BlgUGCucy0FQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4Q-KBzZhSwZWsG0BlgUGCucy0FQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4Q-KBzZhSwZWsG0BlgUGCucy0FQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/LqTXXbDcSYg" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#4604991361658708807tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-32494047276572661342011-10-05T10:01:00.000+03:002011-10-05T10:01:36.837+03:002011-10-05T10:01:36.837+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comDemult n-am mai citit o carte atat de prost tradusa... In primul moment mi-a fost ciuda ca am dat banii pe un asemenea gunoi literar, cu superioritatea unui redactor la revistele de lingvistica ale Academiei Romane. Cu toate astea nu am putut sa o las din mana si mi-am amintit de acele texte pe care le intelegi dincolo de insiurirea creativa a literelor in cuvinte fara sens. M-a surprins una <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3n8lLAxYolZZ5aa8rylCNGq6a6Y/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3n8lLAxYolZZ5aa8rylCNGq6a6Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3n8lLAxYolZZ5aa8rylCNGq6a6Y/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3n8lLAxYolZZ5aa8rylCNGq6a6Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/2LkFxLvqP3E" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#3249404727657266134tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-61992662405928141712011-08-31T22:21:00.001+03:002011-10-06T21:46:32.314+03:002011-10-06T21:46:32.314+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.com..mă tot întreb dacă să-mi folosesc numele adevărat pentru blog sau să folosesc un pseudonim. Paranoia îmi spune că mi se pot întâmpla chestii nasoale dacă îmi dau numele real, apoi vine decenţa care zice că totuşi nu sunt buricul pamântului şi-or mai fi şi alţii mai importanţi ca mine care spun cine sunt şi ce gândesc fără să li se întâmple nimic, apoi apare mândria care zice că dacă tot sunt <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C7hJbwNF5XI3C26EVZIIGozVaNg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C7hJbwNF5XI3C26EVZIIGozVaNg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C7hJbwNF5XI3C26EVZIIGozVaNg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C7hJbwNF5XI3C26EVZIIGozVaNg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/WeaJytWYWk8" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#6199266240592814171tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-29031826729852681412011-07-08T18:20:00.003+03:002011-07-08T18:31:01.770+03:002011-07-08T18:31:01.770+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comÎn Romania am trăit o bună vreme cu ideea ca rușii au o mare literatură, un mare suflet ÎNSĂ, având în vedere modul în care au știut să se impună în primul rând politic la noi, nu pot fi prea ușor iubiți. De aproape o săptămână sunt în Armenia, unde am aflat, auzit și văzut urme ale cumplitului genocid turcesc din primul război mondial. Nici nu-ți trebuie multe zile ca să vezi țara asta de la un <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bbcd71UeWk4b5ErN7-4AxNxXefM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bbcd71UeWk4b5ErN7-4AxNxXefM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bbcd71UeWk4b5ErN7-4AxNxXefM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bbcd71UeWk4b5ErN7-4AxNxXefM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/KMNzBmgDNj4" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#2903182672985268141tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-16801808709080543442011-05-29T00:31:00.004+03:002011-05-29T00:48:46.864+03:002011-05-29T00:48:46.864+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comDupă-amiază, într-o bisericuță ortodoxă, între blocuri. O femeie șchioapă îl roagă pe Dumnezeu să-i cruțe nou-născutul, promițându-I că va face pe jos drumul din Normandia la Ierusalim. După 50 de ani, băiatul salvat se ocupă cu lumina (este electrician), iar uluitoarea carte a mamei despre drumul ei e urmată de prezența unui academician francez și de cântări bizantine. Părintele, la ieșire: <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ma0K_GWrl4sbQca-BX9PZ_WihaI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ma0K_GWrl4sbQca-BX9PZ_WihaI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ma0K_GWrl4sbQca-BX9PZ_WihaI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ma0K_GWrl4sbQca-BX9PZ_WihaI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/3bcZHPUiYZU" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#1680180870908054344tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-54754455856079710132011-05-29T00:16:00.002+03:002011-05-29T00:43:44.395+03:002011-05-29T00:43:44.395+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comAm găsit acest citat din sf. Augustin tradus muncitorește: "iubește și fă ce vrei" (ba chiar o cunoștință s-a indignat de libertinismul afirmației). Cu ceva amintiri de latină din facultate m-am preocupat să aflu sensurile lui dilige și m-am bucurat de înțelesul verbului: prețuiește/ valorizează/ respectă. Parcă e ceva diferit: partea simplă e să faci ce vrei dar dilige răstoarnă totul: cu <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E3yJ_wMpbVtCMZ_Vr9RC5c0sXGI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E3yJ_wMpbVtCMZ_Vr9RC5c0sXGI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E3yJ_wMpbVtCMZ_Vr9RC5c0sXGI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E3yJ_wMpbVtCMZ_Vr9RC5c0sXGI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/0sQHtfdAZbI" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#5475445585607971013tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-19571410874859927902010-08-26T00:02:00.000+03:002010-08-26T00:02:51.937+03:002010-08-26T00:02:51.937+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comAzi mi-am dat seama că am de toate: ani, cărţi, kilograme, probleme, sănătate, mâncare, haine, străzi pe care să merg cu bicicleta, pe alocuri şi piste, nervi, amintiri, o grămadă de succese (sau succesuri), diplome, bucurii neaşteptate, bani, propuneri interesante, întrebări, proiecte, timp, prieteni, natură, dezamăgiri, depresii, idei... Oare sunt chiar normală?? <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JrChRe1GtGfTSdMYIlQ7HodCkSM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JrChRe1GtGfTSdMYIlQ7HodCkSM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JrChRe1GtGfTSdMYIlQ7HodCkSM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JrChRe1GtGfTSdMYIlQ7HodCkSM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/-cZlypRNJyQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#1957141087485992790tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-68757859901998004842010-08-13T20:56:00.000+03:002010-08-13T20:56:14.456+03:002010-08-13T20:56:14.456+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comDaca as fi fost barbat mi-ar fi placut sa traiesc in Orient. Spatiile interioare au forme de femei: moscheile, hamamul sunt rotunde, calde si moi. Femininul este invaluit, intrezarit, simtit si se foloseste dupa un anumit ritual. Exteriorul este pietros, dur, in plina arsita, fara umbra. Ca europeanca m-am simtit agresata de privirile barbatilor, de faptul ca ei mergeau inainte, doar ei stateau <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ywIvbTMBljkkSNXIgykUTupJxKc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ywIvbTMBljkkSNXIgykUTupJxKc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ywIvbTMBljkkSNXIgykUTupJxKc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ywIvbTMBljkkSNXIgykUTupJxKc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/x-vGI2s233E" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#6875785990199800484tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-23670075926992818972008-05-19T18:54:00.003+03:002008-05-19T19:22:37.788+03:002008-05-19T19:22:37.788+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comAm o familie mare si complexa cat un univers intreg. Fiecare dintre membrii ei are o poveste care l-ar umple de invidie pe Balzac. Sau poate am avut eu sansa sa le ascult povestile... Personaje cu istorii fabuloase, incredibile, marete in splendoare sau in mizerie, arbori genealogici cat un sequoia sau, vorba unui unchi, cat un tufis mai robust.A propos, azi e ziua lui, implineste 90 de ani. De <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WmAhnm0d3khp7Zk1dFko_Vo2nUE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WmAhnm0d3khp7Zk1dFko_Vo2nUE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WmAhnm0d3khp7Zk1dFko_Vo2nUE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WmAhnm0d3khp7Zk1dFko_Vo2nUE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/8_LdwHpgDnI" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2367007592699281897tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-3353619441214200112008-02-11T14:23:00.000+02:002008-02-11T15:16:00.883+02:002008-02-11T15:16:00.883+02:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comLuni am răcit, marţi am făcut curăţenie cu Valerica pentru nunta de sâmbătă, miecuri am zăcut, joi a murit Marioara şi după-amiaza a venit doctoriţa să-l consulte pe Henri care avea febră, vineri am făcut pregătirile de nuntă şi de înmormântare, sâmbătă am fost să luăm tortul şi prăjiturile, apoi am petrecut la nuntă, duminică dimineaţa am fost după colivă şi apoi la cimitr, după care am venit <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sUadHBgAmryOHTbwIopFaOeTy4o/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sUadHBgAmryOHTbwIopFaOeTy4o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sUadHBgAmryOHTbwIopFaOeTy4o/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sUadHBgAmryOHTbwIopFaOeTy4o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/3ejIjcpC37E" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#335361944121420011tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-13835853072726199272007-09-14T14:46:00.000+03:002007-09-14T14:48:24.522+03:002007-09-14T14:48:24.522+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comSunt sute de carti pe care cu siguranta nu le voi citi niciodata desi stiu ca m-ar imbogati – remarcam eu dand peste un site belgian de training. Asa mi-a venit in minte si ca sunt sute sau poate mii de oameni pe care cu siguranta nu-i voi cunoaste niciodata desi stiu ca prezenta si vorbele lor m-ar imbogati… la fel si filme, locuri, actiuni cu care n-am sa am de-a face desi… Ma apucase tristetea <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hoC403aGc1j4SX8-u--H9PhfW4g/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hoC403aGc1j4SX8-u--H9PhfW4g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hoC403aGc1j4SX8-u--H9PhfW4g/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hoC403aGc1j4SX8-u--H9PhfW4g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/81Ct64psOIk" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1383585307272619927tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-53323837060334180222007-09-13T19:42:00.000+03:002007-09-14T13:24:43.959+03:002007-09-14T13:24:43.959+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.com- Mama, in coltul asta era un steag... si se uita intelegator la mine. Daca mai era aici puteam sa ti-l arat, dar nu mai e!(eu sunt singura persoana din casa care ARUNCA lucruri, as putea sa fiu vinovata!?)- Am rupt mai demult coltul asta si am pierdut steagul...Uh, am scapat de data asta!!! <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/35bwSJ0MF-jdonmo9ae2ybGxrrI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/35bwSJ0MF-jdonmo9ae2ybGxrrI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/35bwSJ0MF-jdonmo9ae2ybGxrrI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/35bwSJ0MF-jdonmo9ae2ybGxrrI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/pmCWxDUjFSQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5332383706033418022tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-80339651548558735382007-07-17T09:02:00.000+03:002007-07-17T15:35:00.271+03:002007-07-17T15:35:00.271+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comDuminica, drumul de pietre pe care tot suiam s-a terminat si ne gandeam sa ne punem cortul, ca se inseara. Nea Tudor venea de la un vecin care-i daduse o sticla de vin: “bre domnita, nu va costa nimic, stati la mine”. A doua zi, pe la 7, in GAZ-ul rusesc proaspat vopsit trei copii cu furci plecau la camp. Pe carari, top managementul satului, oameni bronzati, in camasi albe si cu palarii de paie ( <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OkwdAl86NN4wxzMgVlDoEqoyD3E/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OkwdAl86NN4wxzMgVlDoEqoyD3E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OkwdAl86NN4wxzMgVlDoEqoyD3E/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OkwdAl86NN4wxzMgVlDoEqoyD3E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/qxIXTvXvTpw" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8033965154855873538tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-91889639573382930092007-06-11T19:12:00.000+03:002007-06-11T19:25:34.991+03:002007-06-11T19:25:34.991+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comHenri, trecand pe langa televizorul aprins: "dragoste adevarata, ca intre mine si Bianca. "Eu: - pai nu ziceai ca o iubesti pe Maria?- Ba da, si pe Maria si pe Mada.- Si ce faci daca una dintre ele vrea sa o iubesti doar pe ea?- Pai e secret pentru fiecare. Si daca e sa aleg..... Maria e cam grasuta, Mada e cam slabuta... Bianca e cam potrivita.- Si daca una din ele va dori sa te casatoresti cu <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JaUHGEM6thiZbGNNSMS_iDaObZE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JaUHGEM6thiZbGNNSMS_iDaObZE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JaUHGEM6thiZbGNNSMS_iDaObZE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JaUHGEM6thiZbGNNSMS_iDaObZE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/_9g5_3839LE" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#9188963957338293009tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-9097942389506207862007-06-04T19:35:00.000+03:002007-06-04T19:53:59.339+03:002007-06-04T19:53:59.339+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.com(Yourcenar, femeia indragostita de imparatul Hadrian, indragostit de servitorul sau, care s-a sinucis). in timp ce altii fac ceva, eu scriu. De la minunata Vila d'Este in metroul Bucuresti: trei barbati pe scaune beti-morti, cu sticle de bere in maini, dormitand (bine ca nu li se facuse rau!). M-am gandit ca poate muncisera pe schele toata ziua si ii batuse soarele in cap, saracii. Pe urma am <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JFHnXlb-HaT3EvVaOwDO-I7WR0k/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JFHnXlb-HaT3EvVaOwDO-I7WR0k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JFHnXlb-HaT3EvVaOwDO-I7WR0k/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JFHnXlb-HaT3EvVaOwDO-I7WR0k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/_hERWcv_FdQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#909794238950620786tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-53288455445535004772007-06-02T19:13:00.000+03:002007-06-02T19:19:59.057+03:002007-06-02T19:19:59.057+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comSe pare ca imi place mult apa - nu purtam umbrela din cauza fantanilor ci a ploii.. <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zkfJXPXKL0dCtx5TzL0JkL1vqCw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zkfJXPXKL0dCtx5TzL0JkL1vqCw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zkfJXPXKL0dCtx5TzL0JkL1vqCw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zkfJXPXKL0dCtx5TzL0JkL1vqCw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/B0ulXi8aTWk" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5328845544553500477tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-25886400151395671592007-06-02T18:49:00.000+03:002007-09-14T12:56:34.860+03:002007-09-14T12:56:34.860+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comCel mai bine ma simt in avion - parca as fi de acolo, din cer - si-imi doresc sa dispar intr-o zi intr-un nor. Iar dupa ce voi diparea, ceva din mine va putea fi regasit in Fontana di Trevi - locul in care un rau subteran iese la suprafata printr-o sculptura imensa, la capatul unui palat. <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/68RFKHRnk5aSyQt-qvkh6Fo8hbQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/68RFKHRnk5aSyQt-qvkh6Fo8hbQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/68RFKHRnk5aSyQt-qvkh6Fo8hbQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/68RFKHRnk5aSyQt-qvkh6Fo8hbQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/VJEKm8ZD4DM" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2588640015139567159tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-7106925511522252552007-05-22T08:25:00.000+03:002007-05-22T08:27:56.102+03:002007-05-22T08:27:56.102+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comam visat azi-noapte ca sunt floare. ce traire stranie! si de dimineata m-am trezit. oare? <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DaGKIh3Oma1yvHfu28XziJ7nrU8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DaGKIh3Oma1yvHfu28XziJ7nrU8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DaGKIh3Oma1yvHfu28XziJ7nrU8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DaGKIh3Oma1yvHfu28XziJ7nrU8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/k1XBCVPh_tQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#710692551152225255tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-8799620854512847462007-05-21T18:10:00.000+03:002007-05-21T18:45:10.805+03:002007-05-21T18:45:10.805+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comDe cand ma stiu mi-a placut sa ma plimb: prin Bucuresti, prin tara sau prin alte tari. Prima calatorie a fost in camera strabunicii mele care vorbea doar ruseste: ea imi dadea ceai cu bucati de zahar si imi spunea poezii si povesti din care mai tin minte doar fragmente intr-o limba care ma vrajeste si acum. Apoi am plecat cu ai mei in Jugoslavia si in cateva luni vorbeam sarbeste cu copiii de pe <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7XBuy6jQC2QkHBG2z-u4e5FJm5M/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7XBuy6jQC2QkHBG2z-u4e5FJm5M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7XBuy6jQC2QkHBG2z-u4e5FJm5M/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7XBuy6jQC2QkHBG2z-u4e5FJm5M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/fipj5wM5slc" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#879962085451284746tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-79442429294247432822007-05-20T21:26:00.000+03:002007-05-20T21:48:42.364+03:002007-05-20T21:48:42.364+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comaveam odata un catel: Bibicu. Ne intelegeam perfect, cand avea chef pleca la plimbare, dupa ce lipsea 2 - 3 zile stia ca urmeaza sa-i dau cu spray de capuse, intelegea procedura si rezista stoic... pana ce am plecat intr-o tabara si bunica mea l-a dat, toata familia sustinand ca a disparut. Am suferit groaznic o data pentru ca imi lipsea cainele si-apoi pentru ca aveam sentimentul oribil ca sunt <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JjhXHET-gZqAQkZSBCpKYcpwk34/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JjhXHET-gZqAQkZSBCpKYcpwk34/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JjhXHET-gZqAQkZSBCpKYcpwk34/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JjhXHET-gZqAQkZSBCpKYcpwk34/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/CYp1wUdzbcc" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7944242929424743282tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-51153207442619785392007-05-17T22:23:00.000+03:002007-05-17T22:40:37.902+03:002007-05-17T22:40:37.902+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comfaceam placinta cu mere cu Henri si usa de la bucatarie se tot deschidea (fireste, bate vantul!!) si-mi trece prin minte ideea ca ar putea fi entitati care se plimba de capul lor. Exasperata sa tot inchid usa, zic cu voce tare: mai, da multi mai sunteti! La care Henri imi raspunde: "ah, nu, sunt prietenele mele fantome care au venit si ele la placinta".- Daaa??? zic eu cu ochii mari. Da' tu vezi <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hYT-gkWW9t7OsWAUxmKT8iMKgwg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hYT-gkWW9t7OsWAUxmKT8iMKgwg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hYT-gkWW9t7OsWAUxmKT8iMKgwg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hYT-gkWW9t7OsWAUxmKT8iMKgwg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/OQmuByGLAmQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5115320744261978539tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-57932331965067029222007-05-16T12:49:00.000+03:002007-05-21T18:43:11.020+03:002007-05-21T18:43:11.020+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comera o poveste despre un om care mergea cu copilul lui pe un magarus si, trecand printr-un sat, oamenii l-au certat ca omoara magarusul sub greutatea lor, s-au dat jos si-n satul urmator oamenii si-au batut joc de ei ca merg pe jos si mandrete de animal nu cara nimic, apoi l-a suit pe copil pe magar si in urmatorul sat oamenii l-au certat pe copil ca bietul tata merge pe jos iar el, tanar, se <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PPsVk6-39Yh3acVxDv0UXSCrjJg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PPsVk6-39Yh3acVxDv0UXSCrjJg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PPsVk6-39Yh3acVxDv0UXSCrjJg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PPsVk6-39Yh3acVxDv0UXSCrjJg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/bbQiBCzChpQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5793233196506702922tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302477810980030390.post-28307581566266172352007-05-14T12:59:00.000+03:002007-05-14T14:09:04.879+03:002007-05-14T14:09:04.879+03:00Irinanoreply@blogger.comIeri am fost la intalnirea cu Tobias, despre care stiam din news-ul editurii For You - ba chiar imi propusesem sa merg pana la New York anul asta, ca sa particip la Crimson Circle, fara sa stiu ca va veni in Bucuresti. Channellingul facut de Jeff a durat cam jumatate de ora iar transmisia facuta de el m-a purtat intr-un spatiu pe care il mai intalnisem o data la o optimizare facuta la radiestezie <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RtDwCNV8vf56eUP8aao6ghLiEPU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RtDwCNV8vf56eUP8aao6ghLiEPU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RtDwCNV8vf56eUP8aao6ghLiEPU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RtDwCNV8vf56eUP8aao6ghLiEPU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BunDimineaa/~4/S8C8mxb-DZ0" height="1" width="1"/>http://irinahillerin.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2830758156626617235