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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 21:08:44 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>love(ală)</category><category>Quotes</category><category>martie in orice luna</category><category>handmade</category><category>Music</category><category>if we ever meet again</category><category>clipiri</category><category>ultima scrisoare</category><category>sunrise avenue</category><category>accesorii</category><category>bob marley</category><category>30 second to mars</category><category>dorinte</category><category>craciun</category><category>bucurie</category><category>confuzie</category><category>plec pe marte</category><category>memories</category><category>cercei</category><category>calatorii</category><category>tudor chirila</category><category>seasons</category><category>leapsa</category><category>no answer</category><category>omul sobolan</category><category>smiley</category><category>stele verzi</category><category>curiozitati</category><category>despre mine</category><category>cheryl cole-3 words</category><category>oboseala</category><category>I A C</category><category>vama</category><category>Funny</category><category>raritati</category><title>Clipitul unei pleoape</title><description /><link>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</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/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ClipitulUneiPloape" /><feedburner:info uri="clipituluneiploape" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-4345494008658325406</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 19:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-01T22:37:31.769+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">despre mine</category><title>cave in</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9362300/12881878992904_large.jpg?1304277856" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9362300/12881878992904_large.jpg?1304277856" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;M am blocat intre eu-ri.Nici macar intre mine si tine, indiferent la care "tine" ma poarta gandul.Si crede ma, ma poarta des in ultimul timp.Catre capete de vise si de povesti.Mi s a inchis o artera principala de circulatie si nu mi dau seama daca e catre inima sau.. mai am si alta posibilitate? M ai barat pe undeva, intr un fost necunoscut dulce, si uite, ca de ceva luni nu mai simt nevoia sa impart nici macar cu mine. Mi ai furat din ganduri, procese afective,convingeri, resentimente, dar mai ales.. cuvinte.CuvinteLE.M am ratacit?!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;eronat, fals, greșit, inexact, neexact, nefondat, neîntemeiat.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ne am incurcat.Am facut noduri, astfel incat sa nu ne mai puteam descurca usor.Dar nu cumva ne am ingreunat asa?Ne complicam.Ne tulburam-suntem lipsiti de transparenta, de limpezime.Agitati si difuzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Si in curand pierduti.Eu de eu, ca tu stii sa ma tii aproape, dar care parte din mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-4345494008658325406?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/5c5UzLgXYf8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/5c5UzLgXYf8/cave-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2011/05/cave-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-7683111349089897434</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Jan 2011 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-11T21:01:55.706+02:00</atom:updated><title>Grown up</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.karena.ro/images/15.02.2009/tort2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.karena.ro/images/15.02.2009/tort2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Imi doresc zile zbuciumate cu sentimente maxime, imi doresc nopţi lipsite de oboseală şi oftat, inceput de an zgomotos şi vesel, nebunie şi agitaţie, bătăi de inimă dese şi cascade de râs fericit. Pentru că pe astea ni le amintim. Zilele liniştite şi calme le uităm. Imi doresc oameni noi şi emoţie, lacrimi neastâmpărate şi ţipăt de surpriză, lucruri neaşteptate şi de necrezut, descoperiri, împliniri şi căutări, regăsiri, îmbrăţişări şi joacă. Iubire.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Happy 18 to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-7683111349089897434?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/VsGN0RJ5b_s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/VsGN0RJ5b_s/grown-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2011/01/grown-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-2054640167502881397</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jan 2011 22:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-04T00:20:02.428+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clipiri</category><title>Doar ca sa intelegi ce-nseamna sa te pierzi in ochii ei</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;"Si nu-s aici, degeaba bati cu zambete la usa mea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;La geamuri-i o perdea care opreste timpul meu din lumea ta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Prin alte parti ma bucur, si parasesc odaile sedus de paginile altei carti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ca o poveste de caldura altor ochi ce vor sa soarba foile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Va neglizej, imi pare rau nu fac decat sa imi ascult nevoile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sunt primitiv, urmez impulsuri,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ma contopesc cu visele ca doua pulsuri ce se suprapun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Si-atunci cand sunt definitiv plecat s-adun arme ce pot ucide griji,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pe aicea nasc apusuri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Caci cei care imi striga numele cand sunt in vise prins, numai de la ecou primesc raspunsuri."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Cine stie, cunoaste. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-2054640167502881397?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/2m7Jp2AaHU8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/2m7Jp2AaHU8/doar-ca-sa-intelegi-ce-nseamna-sa-te.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2011/01/doar-ca-sa-intelegi-ce-nseamna-sa-te.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-8635680651459307000</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Dec 2010 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-25T17:00:15.620+02:00</atom:updated><title>Ho!Ho.... ho</title><description>Cel mai trist Craciun.Just great. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-8635680651459307000?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/GVAmVNrcYJI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/GVAmVNrcYJI/hoho-ho.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/12/hoho-ho.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-7638292361018905310</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Dec 2010 21:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-05T23:21:10.022+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">despre mine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">plec pe marte</category><title>Punctul pe trei de i</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ba baiatule,mi ai luat inspiratia!Nu te mai suport.Serios.Am ajuns sa ma holbez ca proasta,juma' de ora, la o pagina alba si sa nu fiu in starea sa scot un sunet, sa mazgalesc un dor sau sa tastez o silaba.Ce naiba, ca si clipirile mi le ai luat.Nici urma de entuziasm creator in mine,gata cu orice forta launtrica creatoare.Asa ca realizand prejudiciile,pagubele pe care mi le provoci, intreb si eu : cine naiba crezi ca esti?!&lt;br /&gt;
Da,da. Am imbufnat si aerul din jurul meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sunt persoana care mai presus de toate se exprima.Dar oare inca sunt persoana aia?Dar oare inca..sunt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E putin spus ca o sa ajung sa sufar de tulburari ale sistemului nervos (daca nu se intampla deja ), ca o sa fiu un om stapanit de obsesii, o sa ajung posedata de mintea-mi proprie.Esti mai rau decat o criza de trigemen.Si nici nu treci cu nimic.Ce calmamazepina, ce nimic.Mi ai dat peste cap si functia asociativa.Avea si psihicu' meu o aproape unica proprietate normala, de a lega intre ele mai multe imagini senzoriale, idei, reprezentari alergand in constiinta cu alte reprezentari asemanatoare sau intalnite anerior.. &amp;nbsp;Da cum, ce atata asociere?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nu mai reusesc sa ne leg decat pe noi.Asta a ramas singura asociere (in)corecta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Incorecta pentru ca probabil singurul scop comun e autodistrugerea.Corecta.. corecta pentru ca desi e atat de defectuasa apropierea asta e ceva ce n ai cum sa regreti. Nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Asa ca dau tot-intreg; integral, complet; din care nu lipseste nimeni sau nimic; cat exista, cat este, cat are; cat e de mare, cat se întinde, cat cuprinde; cat durează, cat tine-eu si inima mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-7638292361018905310?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/kDV1fyzmzZY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/kDV1fyzmzZY/punctul-pe-trei-de-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/12/punctul-pe-trei-de-i.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-2526637894404537452</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2010 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-01T22:19:31.703+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cheryl cole-3 words</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">confuzie</category><title>SHT</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.signalsigns.co.uk/everythingPosh1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.signalsigns.co.uk/everythingPosh1.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Someone told me, not so long ago,that in this life I should hold up for everthing. My idea of everything..&lt;br /&gt;
But what&amp;nbsp;happens when everything I've been holding up before ... he is ready to give?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-2526637894404537452?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/agA5ISG03WQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/agA5ISG03WQ/sht.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/12/sht.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-1357884882412851943</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Nov 2010 21:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-17T23:58:08.352+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">despre mine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">seasons</category><title>Sevraj= dezobisnuire progresiva de… tine.</title><description>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nu văd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ș&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;i nu aud&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Simptomele sevrajului incep in decurs de cateva ore de la incetarea sau reducerea consumului masiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; dragoste in compania ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Am avut nopti in care nu am putut sa dorm de fericire, altele in care aveam convulsii de extaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In prima faza,aveam senzatii si efecte, chiar a durat o buna perioada,mintindu ma la un moment dat ca n am picat, apoi ai devenit obisnuinta, parte din tabieturile mele , parte din viata mea , parte din mine.Uite cum azi esti un alt &amp;nbsp;viciu pe care nu stiu daca &amp;nbsp;vreau sa-l depasesc...Oare am devenit prea.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;slaba?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sa pun punct si gata, fara regrete, fara amintiri, fara tine, doar cu un zambet.Dar eu nici macar puncte, puncte nu pot pune cand vine vorba de propozitii cu tine.Care gandire rationala? De fapt,care gandire.. S-a asternut toamna peste toate.Nu ma mai recunoaste oglinda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se spune ca pentru diagnostic trebuie prezentate 2 din urmatoarele elemente :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- hiperactivitatea sistemului nervos autonom &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- tremor al mainilor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;- insomnie;confuzie;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;- iluzii sau halucinatii tranzitorii;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;- anxietate;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;- agitatie psihomotorie si un dor &amp;nbsp;nebun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eu in mod cert le am pe ultimele doua.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;La reluarea consumului de&amp;nbsp; tine, aceste simptome pot sa dispara rapid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Starea de sevraj poate dura cateva zile sau poate duce la aparitia de crize epileptice sau delirium tremens.&lt;/span&gt;Nu cred ca m ai lasa sa ajung pana acolo, nu i asa?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tratament:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- doze de tine&lt;br /&gt;
- suplimente vitaminice constand in afectiune&lt;br /&gt;
- anticonvulsivante constand in imbratisari&lt;br /&gt;
- in primele 5 zile se monitorizeaza zilnic: temperatura, pulsul, tensiunea arteriala, starea de hidratare, nivelul de constienta si orientarea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ideal ar fi sa fii langa mine. Idealuri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Afli ca este posibil sa fii doar jumatate din ceea ce consideri ca esti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Chestiile astea care exista numai in mintea omului,in inchipuiri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="black" href="http://www.dex-online-ro.ro/cautari/gradul.htm" style="color: black;"&gt;gradul&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;cel mai inalt si mai greu de atins&amp;nbsp;al perfecţiunii intr o directie ne a fost interzis prin definitie..Si totusi, atunci pentru ce mai visam?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-1357884882412851943?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/YapotaKw05w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/YapotaKw05w/sevraj-dezobisnuire-progresiva-de-tine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/11/sevraj-dezobisnuire-progresiva-de-tine.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-5861668561437487229</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-18T22:18:31.186+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">despre mine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">accesorii</category><title /><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/291/e/4/playin_by_dudykaa-d310aup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/291/e/4/playin_by_dudykaa-d310aup.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Deschide-mi sufletul.Ia spune, ce vezi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Iti spun eu ce'ai sa vezi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Peste tot zac aruncate la intamplare franturi de tine, pentru ca nu pot sa te am tot.Cate un pic aici, cate un pic acolo.Povesti vechi,vrafuri de negative pe placi de sticla, mobile rupte- ca multele relatii din care am iesit.Dar toate sunt sterse de praf de o mana grijulie.In ciuda aerului proaspat ce navalise pe ..fereastra, prin tine, in mine staruie inca, pentru cei obisnuiti sa'l recunoasca, izul caldut, ca de migdale amare, al iubirilor fara noroc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In minte iti suna un ecou spunand : "ce-a fost mai greu a trecut de mult".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nu. Ce a fost mai greu e undeva pe drum, pierdut intre lumile noastre de poveste.Dar nu te ingrijora, sta la panda, o sa apara.Si atunci sa te tii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ia spune, altceva, ce mai vezi?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-5861668561437487229?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/JdUpG6qCFPk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/JdUpG6qCFPk/deschide-mi-sufletul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/10/deschide-mi-sufletul.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-5846673784636295</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Oct 2010 21:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-10T00:27:30.123+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">if we ever meet again</category><title /><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myprettyms.com/import/graphics/MissingU/i-do-not-like-missing-you.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="111" src="http://www.myprettyms.com/import/graphics/MissingU/i-do-not-like-missing-you.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-5846673784636295?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/Vh9JIQbZ6bg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/Vh9JIQbZ6bg/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-4731508017155226099</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Sep 2010 22:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-03T13:12:27.904+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">despre mine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">seasons</category><title>Si cine a zis ca nu cred in basme?</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu nu cred in vise vagi care plutesc fara tinta pe un cer senin!Nu cred in spiridusi si zane nici daca unul mi-ar dansa pe varful nasului!Iar tu ma faci sa cred ca au incins ditamai hora pe langa mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Poate ca am nevoie sa vad si sa ating vraja ca sa cred in ea.In noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dar care vraja?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Numai pentru ca nu accept sa ma amagesc singura nu inseamna ca sunt lipsita de imaginatie sau de dorinta..Daca schimb regulile, nu inseamna ca am incetat jocul asa cum daca'mi mut privirea nu inseamna ca n-as mai vrea sa te vad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Asa cum faptul ca stiu cum sa'mi folosesc bagheta magica nu ma face o zana.Asa cum pseudosentimentele asta, pentru ca sper din inima sa fie cu PSEUDO in fata, nu pot sa le dau la schimb pentru o pereche de aripi.Poate nici pe un fulg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Asa cum si eu incep sa cred ca am un carlig pe spate, doar ca n-a nimerit bine ce agat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se prind de mine doar cele mai complicate situatii.Daca prind una mai simpla, o arunc inapoi in raul de probleme/ confuzii/mistere/curiozitati si bag iar carligul la fund dupa ceva mai... mai sadic? Da, probabil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ar fi cazul sa mai scoti ceva din jobenul tau magic daca nu vrei sa ma gasesti prinsa in alte carlige, or worse, inecata in al meu, propriu si personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-4731508017155226099?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/2ElCZmRT7Os" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/2ElCZmRT7Os/si-cine-zis-ca-nu-cred-in-basme.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/10/si-cine-zis-ca-nu-cred-in-basme.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-3078794564242264314</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Sep 2010 18:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-23T21:34:48.479+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">curiozitati</category><title>Ce-am de pierdut?!</title><description>Mda, am dat de un concurs.Sa vedem ce si daca iese ceva.&lt;div&gt;Detalii @&lt;a href="http://pcnews.ro/2010/09/01/superblog-2010-primele-detalii/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&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/1958347847291220686-3078794564242264314?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/qCkt7eeF648" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/qCkt7eeF648/ce-am-de-pierdut.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/09/ce-am-de-pierdut.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-6553302240999513953</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2010 21:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-17T00:30:07.562+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">despre mine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">confuzie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">30 second to mars</category><title>Fericirea'i la bursa</title><description>Ma aflu intr-un cerc vicios.Unul de genul din care dupa ce iesi, ai nevoie sa fi dus la reabilitare.Reabilitare in adevaraul sens al cuvantului, in acte.Sa fi repus in drepturile personale pierdute,in urma unei condamnari, facute de mana ta.Nu stiu daca sunt inca la momentul in care ma condamn singura, dar poate ar fi cazul.&lt;br /&gt;
Pe de'o parte esti tu.&lt;br /&gt;
Tu, pentru care nu doar ca am tras cu dintii, dar probabil mi-am si pierdut din ei, metaforic vorbind.Exact ce credeam cu tarie ca am nevoie, la momentul si locul potrivit.Cantitatea nepotrivita din toate, dar cu care ma multumeam.Si mie imi suna ciudat "multumeam".&lt;br /&gt;
Tu care mi-ai dat peste cap toate principiile,orice lege de baza pe care o aveam intemeiata&amp;nbsp;de ideea stiintifica&amp;nbsp;conform careia la un anumit moment, dupa o anumita experienta, poti sa cataloghezi pe cineva prin prisma a ceea ce ne inconjoara si ceea ce este relativ normal, pe langa actiunile reflexe si fiziologice.Nu mi-ai mai lasat niciun element primordial de care sa ma leg, prin care ma consolez ca "uite ma, asta o sa urmeze acum".Cunoscandu'te am cam inceput sa ma prind care e smecheria.Si sincer, nici la momentul actual nu stiu daca e bine sau e rau, dar in mod cert ti-a oferit un plus. (Unul chiar imens, pe care il purtai in frunte).Pentru ca suntem inconjurati numai de clisee si trebuie sa ma supun si eu unora, ca si cel care ne-a adus aici,din categoria ce e nou pe piata atrage si provoaca, m-am riscat si eu tratand cu indiferenta ipoteza in care mi-ai dauna.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu fiind opusul unui stereotip,am picat totusi si in plasa asta.Minus un punct pentru mine.Asa ca in timp ce tu gastigai puncte, eu le pierdeam.Doar in mintea mea, normal.Pana am ajuns undeva aproape la poluri opuse chiar pe axe opuse si totusi impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;
Si inca sunt in pericol sa mai "pierd" niste dintisori.Si rau n-o sa-mi para.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pe de alta parte, mai e si opusul tau.&lt;br /&gt;
Persoana picata la momentul si locul nepotrivit, tot in cantitatea nepotrivita.Exact ceea ce credeam cu tarie ca nu as mai avea nevoie niciodata, pentru ca ajunsesem la punctul de saturatie cu un alt exemplu' de genul.Chiar credeam ca nu pot sa mai aditionez cu alte elemente din molecula lui ( genului).Tipologie ce bate spre clasic, evident cu anumite piese caracteristice, pe baza careia imi formasem multe principii.Care ma face sa imi amintesc &amp;nbsp;ca nu fac parte din cele 99,99999% femei care tanjesc dupa simplitate.Alt cliseu, din categoria ce e vechi nu e demn de atentie si uite asa &amp;nbsp;m-am riscat si eu fiind sigura ca nu mi-ai putea dauna.Motiv pentru care purtai un mare minus pe frunte.Iar cu plusurile lui, dadeai tot&amp;nbsp;minus.Doar ca am omis partea in care minus cu minus, da plus.Adica, tu cu mine, tot plus dadea. I was wrong, again.&lt;br /&gt;
Apoi, imi aminteai de el.De cel care mi-a provocat saturatia, al treilea punct din cercul meu.Cred ca d-aia te vroiam mai mult.De antrenament.&lt;br /&gt;
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Combinandu-te pe tine cu opusul tau, unele s-ar declara &lt;strike&gt;fericite&lt;/strike&gt;.Wrong, cel mult multumite, pentru ca atat timp cat imaginea mea despre fericire nu se mananca cu asa ceva, nu pot sa imi inchipui cum altcineva ar fi.Ce-i drept, e contropirea perfecta.E ca atunci cand esti in mall si nu stii ce vrei.Te ghidezi dupa starea de spirit first " hmm.. asta-mi trebuie acum!".Asa si cu voi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ceea ce nu stiti e ca tu si opusul tau ati conceput al patrulea punct pe cercul meu.&lt;br /&gt;
Tu il urasti, opusul tau il iubeste.&lt;br /&gt;
How lovely.&lt;br /&gt;
Persoana cea mai nepotrivita, in cel mai nepotrivit moment cu putinta, dar in cantitatea perfecta.Moment in care voi ar trebui sa va puneti pe treaba si sa imi amintiti ca e vorba de un cerc si ca trebui sa imi continui traseul si sa nu ma opresc in punctul patru.Cel care are toate gesturile si toate cuvintele in cele mai bine alese momente, mulate parca dupa sufletul meu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Asa ca alerg si ma invart, pana o sa fiu prinsa undeva sau pana o sa cad de tot.&lt;br /&gt;
Dar daca TU spui "stai!", e cert ca nu ma mai misc. :)&lt;br /&gt;
Nu-mi ramane decat s'astept,nu?&lt;br /&gt;
Nu...&lt;br /&gt;
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PS: situatie pur imaginara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-6553302240999513953?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/-tbrpGL_VII" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/-tbrpGL_VII/fericireai-la-bursa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/09/fericireai-la-bursa.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-6751119319341029169</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Sep 2010 21:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-05T00:38:06.063+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">calatorii</category><title>E doza mare de parfum</title><description>Neam de neamu' meu de la maimuta incoace n-a vazut specimen ca tine.&lt;br /&gt;
Relatia asta "evolueaza" de la improbabil la imposibil.&lt;br /&gt;
N-am habar si habar n-am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-6751119319341029169?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/BvUkXt3_Jqc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/BvUkXt3_Jqc/e-doza-mare-de-parfum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-doza-mare-de-parfum.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-1035524153251036454</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2010 21:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-04T00:52:58.336+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cheryl cole-3 words</category><title>Moment de luciditate</title><description>N-am incredere &amp;nbsp;in fericire.O intorc pe toate partile de parca ar fi un pahar pus la vanzare intr-un targ de vechituri sau un covor gasit la bazar, cautand vro margine ciobita sau fire desirate.Si daca nu are,nu te astepta sa ma sinucid incercand sa tin cu dintii de ceva ce nu am avut din capul locului.&lt;br /&gt;
Intentionasem sa rostesc cuvintele astea pe un ton sarcastic , dar nu am reusit sa le fac decat sa sune patetic,sentimental si mai rau de atat, sincer.Ce-a ramas, a ramas trecut.&lt;br /&gt;
Fundalul piesei din viata mea esti tu acum..&lt;br /&gt;
Tu nu intelegi ma!Nu vreau sa fie perfect, nu-mi trebuie lucruri perfecte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-1035524153251036454?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/qr_5CL8WLfk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/qr_5CL8WLfk/moment-de-luciditate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/09/moment-de-luciditate.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-7370365039063366364</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 21:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-31T00:14:49.085+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">despre mine</category><title>Sfaturi pentru a te umple de nervi in 10 pasi simplii</title><description>&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;.Indragosteste-te de un dobitoc.&lt;br /&gt;
( prin dobitoc a se intelege o persoana absolut minunata dar care sufera de persoanlitate multipla)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;.Incepe sa ii descoperi feluritele personalitati care nu se divid cu inima ta intreaga si pe care nu le poti cuprinde intr-un numar exact de ori pentru o individualitate normala.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;.Continua a te indragosti de el.&lt;br /&gt;
( e ceva mai rau decat un free fall)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;.Arata-i ca iti pasa.&lt;br /&gt;
Bonus: fa-l sa-i pese! =&amp;gt; Cateva momente in care e ca si cumm ai lua un ditamai bolovanu', in mod constient, si ti-ai da cu el in cap singur.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;.Continua apoi sa te infunzi in propria mizerie si descoperai inca o deosebita fata a personalitatii sale.Una chiar draguta de data asta, una in care iti da apa la moara pana iti ineaca toate vaporasele, corabiile, parcutele si ce mai misuna prin balta prin care te scalzi tu.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;.Serveste-i cu incredere sufletul pe tava.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;.Aduna-ti sufletul de pe tava.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt;.Aminteste-ti ca tu asta cautai, ca doar nu vroiai un memeluc si orienteaza-ti organele de transmitere a centrilor nervosi catre sine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;.Desopera ca nu ai cum sa mai iesi din joc pentru ca &amp;nbsp;acum nu mai conteasa ce pierzi, ci ce castigi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;.Pregateste-te sa dai la o parte ceea ce il acopera si sa realizezi ca odata expus nu o sa gasesti nimic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Momentan m-am blocat pe 10.Cu tine e ca si cum am vorbi limbi diferite.Si e trist pentru ca eu chiar credeam ca tot zborul asta si &amp;nbsp;scufudatu' &amp;nbsp;printre inimioare si alte prostii are limbaj universal.&lt;br /&gt;
Si pot sa si cad daca vrei asta, e doar o chestiune de cat de jos.&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru ca nu pot sa-mi stapanesc gandurile, dar pot sa-mi stapanesc mintea.&lt;br /&gt;
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@ kaos: logica " romantelor" astea e imbatabila, nu logica unei femei.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu cred. Cred ca pot sa dau 100% din mine si cand am doar 80%. Cred in sarutari pe frunte si in saruturi lungi.In zambit pana te dor obrajii si ras pana ai lacrimi in ochi. Cred in a avea pe cineva care sa-ti spuna ca esti frumoasa.Cred in a avea pe cineva care sa se joace in parul tau.Cred in leganatul in hamace si alergatul prin ploaie. Cred si in miracole in cand in cand si in acte de bunatate la intamplare.. Cred intr-o a doua sansa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Da, cred in toate "cacaturile" astea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Si lucrul asta nu o sa se schimbe chiar daca singura mea satisfactie reala vor fi dezamagirile."Asta inseamna ca am avut iluzii foarte mari."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Iar raul asta asa de mic este in unele moduri cel mai periculos din toate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Si cred asta azi, cand raul asta imi curge pe sub piele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-4458596913888494278?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/FevCWFyWtyM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/FevCWFyWtyM/this-love-will-be-your-downfall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_19kaMAfKA3w/THGCiLb5r5I/AAAAAAAAGJY/reMTaHMDcWQ/s72-c/tumblr_l2h80yo24J1qawy6vo1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-love-will-be-your-downfall.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-631677691700861354</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 09:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-26T12:28:52.257+03:00</atom:updated><title>Cotidian-ul din mine</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thejasoneffect.net/music/SheetMusic/Hide%20and%20Seek/Hide%20and%20Seek_0009.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.thejasoneffect.net/music/SheetMusic/Hide%20and%20Seek/Hide%20and%20Seek_0009.png" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In spatele ochilor astia verzi pe care ii vei clipind la un centimetru dinstanta, sunt o persoana care iubeste.&lt;br /&gt;
Nu esti special in capitolul asta,fat-frumos.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sunt mereu indragostita.Iubesc oameni pe care nu-i cunosc, care trec pe strada.&lt;br /&gt;
Care isi alinta animalele sau care mangaie caini vagabonzi si le arunca pufuleti.&lt;br /&gt;
Care citesc in parc sau in metrou.&lt;br /&gt;
Care tipa si rad haotic.&lt;br /&gt;
Care spun ce simt prin toti porii.&lt;br /&gt;
Care poarta ochelari si esarfe colorate.&lt;br /&gt;
Oameni care nu-si regreta regretele.Reprezentati tipici ai unui grup, turma/cireada/herghelie, de oameni fericiti, cinici sau prosti.Sau orice alta notiune de maxima generalitate care exprima proprietatile si relatiile esentiale si generale ale acestor fenomene ale realitatii cotidiene.Oamenii.Pe unii ii iubesc din gelozie.Pe altii din ineptie.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se pare ca e posibil sa iubesti si din ineptie.Daca nu stii sa faci altceva, nu-ti ramane altceva decat sa iubesti.Ma rog, poti sa le fi indiferent, sa ii etichetezi, sa ii barfesti, sa te caci si in gura lor daca vrei.De ce ai iubi mediocritatea asta pana la urma, nu?Pentru ca uneori mediocritatea asta exprima si incadreaza perfect locul dintre cele doua limite extreme in care ar trebui din cand in cand sa imi mai stea si mie capul.&lt;br /&gt;
Probabil polinucleida care ma compune e mutanta.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;( Chiar daca suna ca si cum ar fi inghitit un pc', macar i-a tinut de foame :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-631677691700861354?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/5SClAM5OvSQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/5SClAM5OvSQ/cotidian-ul-din-mine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/08/cotidian-ul-din-mine.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-8550530038357743783</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2010 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-22T22:23:50.510+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">curiozitati</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dorinte</category><title /><description>N-am iesit din casa nici pentru un concert Iris.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Cat de proasta sa fiu?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-8550530038357743783?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/Kwm8fT4r1sE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/Kwm8fT4r1sE/n-am-iesit-din-casa-nici-pentru-un.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/08/n-am-iesit-din-casa-nici-pentru-un.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-4359358574413484863</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-21T23:10:35.111+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">curiozitati</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">despre mine</category><title>secretul</title><description>Oke.Prima sambata seara de stat in casa din viata mea.Destul de trist si de amuzant.Cert e ca o sa fie si ultima.&lt;br /&gt;
Defapt o sa va spun si &lt;i&gt;Secretul&lt;/i&gt;. Mn, nu stiu de ce l-am numit asa, e stupid.&lt;br /&gt;
Nu am mai iesit din casa de duminica trecuta, care a fost plina de peripetii si am realizat ca ar trebui sa reflectez putin la viata mea.(Bullshit, asta au realizat parintii mei,nu eu ).Ma rog, nu ca m-ar fi tinut asta in casa, dar eu sunt o persoana cu niste curiozitati imbecile.Da,da si o zic cu mana pe inima.&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea no 1: cat timp rezist in casa?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns: surprinzator, sunt inca in viata, cam galbena ce-i drept&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea no 2: la cate episoade din cougar town rezist?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns: din nefericire am descoperit a 2a zi ca are o singura serie.Trist!&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea no 3: cui i-ar fi dor de mine?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns: ei bine, abia dupa 3 zile s-au gandit niste persoane ca as fi plecata din oras sau in chinuri in spital sau alte abureli de genul asta, obisnuiti fiind sa ii caut eu.&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea no 4: cate carti reusesc sa citesc? ( de obicei eram buna la asta)&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns: nici una, in mare am dormit 26 din 24 de ore pe zi&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea no 5 : &amp;nbsp;cat timp reusesc sa nu dorm?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns: cat mananc, din pacate&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea no 6: cat rezist a nu-i pune furadan (ca sa fiu pe trend) mamei mele in tort?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns : m-a tinut fratemiu, din pacate&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea no 7: cat ii ia lui fat-frumos sa realizeze ca am disparut din peisajul macabru al existentei lui?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns: cam 2 zile, pe motivul restante si mazgaleli&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea no 8: pot sa fac ceva productiv cat timp stau in casa?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns : NU!&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea no 9: Pot sa ma duc cu capul mai mult de atat?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns: sper din toata inima mea mare roz si plecata de acasa ca nu&lt;br /&gt;
Curioziatea no 10 : Rezist sa stau neepilata?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns: God, no!&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea no 11: daca tot dorm toata ziua, pot sa ma trezesc devreme?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns: Niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea no 12 : rezist sa nu devin obsesiv-compulsiva?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns: Din nici un punct de vedere, nu&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea no 13: rezist sa stau in casa fara pc?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns: cam da, si eu m-am mirat&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea no 14: cat de diferit va arata closet'ul meu?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns: inimaginabil de ordonat&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea no 15: daca stau in casa ma las de fumat?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns : n-a mers&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea 16: fac economii?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns: nu, mi-au luat altii chestiile de care avem nevoie ca : tigari, cola, ciocolata, sampon, etc&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea 17: cum va arata factura de la telefon?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns: inca nu stiu, dar nu-i va placea mamei&lt;br /&gt;
Curiozitatea 18: o sa rezist fara sa-l hartuiesc pe fat-frumos?&lt;br /&gt;
Raspuns: &amp;nbsp;doar cateva ore,daca sunt legata de maini&lt;br /&gt;
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Cam atat, pentru moment.Cred ca si creierul il am galben.&lt;br /&gt;
PS: recunosc cinstit ca am iesit de 2 ori pana la magazin, dupa tampoane si inghetata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-4359358574413484863?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/3lWGhv051bU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/3lWGhv051bU/secretul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>20</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/08/secretul.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-5383387050801007427</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Aug 2010 20:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-20T23:17:23.127+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>Adevarul suprem!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs062.ash2/36439_131317796903885_100000769951814_141633_6027037_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs062.ash2/36439_131317796903885_100000769951814_141633_6027037_n.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-5383387050801007427?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/E32qZoeiGQ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/E32qZoeiGQ0/adevarul-suprem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/08/adevarul-suprem.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-1316653641409409712</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2010 21:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-15T00:22:35.048+03:00</atom:updated><title>Sub copca</title><description>Mi-e pofta de un green apple.&lt;br /&gt;
Si de o baie in mare, noaptea.&lt;br /&gt;
Si de o cearta.&lt;br /&gt;
Am chef sa ma cert.Careva??&lt;br /&gt;
Si de tine mi-e pofta si nu stiu ce gust ai.&lt;br /&gt;
Cred ca ai facut voodoo ca sa nu plec la mare.Un ditamai ritualu' tribal, tu si tribul tau de pitici de&amp;nbsp;pe&amp;nbsp;creier, cu papusi magice si blonde ca mine, in care ai invocat fortele necunoscute ale.. ale naiba stie cui.&lt;br /&gt;
Cred ca esti un fel de Loa.Tu-mi controlezi pamantul, sanatatea, capu' si cat de curand si inima probabil si ai puterea sa influentezi in bine sau rau fiecare aspect.Doar ca tu fat-frumos nu practici Rada, nu esti un Loa bun care promoveaza pacea,in cazul asta, ceata din mintea mea care ar trebui ridicata.Tu sigur practici Pedro, faci magie neagra.Altfel nu-mi explic cum de am ajuns in stadiul asta.Nu te speria, sunt departe de a ma duce pe copca, si asta pentru ca sunt de mult sub ea, in adancuri.Te-am descoperit?&lt;br /&gt;
da, da.&lt;br /&gt;
E mai logic si mai simplu decat sa invat dictionarele alea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-1316653641409409712?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/jjHyMlhk2lo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/jjHyMlhk2lo/sub-copca.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/08/sub-copca.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-5290644078402423514</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2010 20:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-12T23:54:51.323+03:00</atom:updated><title>Shooting stars</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.lib.umn.edu/dobb0062/arcitecture/shooting%20stars.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://blog.lib.umn.edu/dobb0062/arcitecture/shooting%20stars.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tonight &amp;nbsp;we won't pretend that airplanes,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in the night sky are like shooting stars,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;cuz' I'll really make some wishes right now. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Vizionare placuta!&lt;br /&gt;
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PS : Ghiceste ce dorinta mi-am pus.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Si nu, nu implica dictionarul ala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-5290644078402423514?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/l1WLBbjSF2s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/l1WLBbjSF2s/shooting-stars.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/08/shooting-stars.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-1828831007210076043</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 15:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-10T18:50:22.109+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">curiozitati</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love(ală)</category><title>Sa  :) tu ma!!</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Iaaar tu, &lt;b&gt;TU&lt;/b&gt; ar trebui sa vii la pachet cu un dictionar explicativ.Da,da.Unul maaare si gros.Jumate pentru comportament,jumate pentru exprimari si cu volumul II pentru emotii si ma rog, tot ceea ce nu stiu inca despre tine, adica mai tot.Poti sa fugi, ca nu ma las chit ca trebuie sa te invat fila cu fila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O sa-mi ia ceva sa (te) citesc cu toate inimioarele astea roind prin jurul meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-1828831007210076043?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/CoHwrqUTmro" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/CoHwrqUTmro/sa-tu-ma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/08/sa-tu-ma.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-5005584438162632454</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-09T18:08:35.093+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">leapsa</category><title>75,5.I'm still young</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs139.ash2/40291_118353151547985_100001199031416_109114_4782922_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="636" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs139.ash2/40291_118353151547985_100001199031416_109114_4782922_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958347847291220686-5005584438162632454?l=momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~4/08V8pjoou8A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ClipitulUneiPloape/~3/08V8pjoou8A/685im-still-young.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Magda)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momente-cand-respirai-prin-zambete.blogspot.com/2010/08/685im-still-young.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958347847291220686.post-8579812891519701684</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2010 22:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-09T01:24:59.365+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">despre mine</category><title>Viata mea n-are titlu</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In seara asta am stat cocotata pe geam si am fumat.N-am mai facut chestie asta de prin decembrie.Ceea ce e ciudat pentru ca stau cu geamu deschis larg de vro 3 luni si nu mi-a trebuit.Prin chestia asta ma refer, sa stau cocotata pe geam.Mi-a luat mai mult de 4.37 pentru ca mi s-a terminat melodia inainte de tigara.M-am gandit la toate cacaturile de pe lume.Se pare ca mi-am reluat &amp;nbsp;vechile obiceiuri.Prin chestia asta nu ma refer la cocotatu' pe pervaz, ci la discutiile cu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;. Recunosc, pe mine m-a mancat in cur prima.Am aflat care mai e viata ta,pe unde si cu cine o arzi.Stiu, sunt proasta.Evident, pe tine te-a durut in cur care e viata mea.Dar nu'i bai, ca sunt obisnuita cu asta.Nu eram obisnuita sa ma doara pe mine, de a ta.Dar am tot timpul din lume sa ma obisnuiesc.Si nu trebuie sa imi spui ca te-ai schimbat.Ma amuza prea tare.Crezi ca asta nu stiam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Exist in dati inestimabil de rare in viata ta, oricat cacat ai manca ca nu.Ca nu exist sau ca exist in mai multe.Depinzand cu cine vorbesti.Tu stii, mie nu-mi pasa.Na ca m-ai adus si acolo.Acum ce mai faci?Pentru ca stii ce e de cacat in viata asta pe langa toate lucrurile de cacat din viata asta?Faptul ca cei care vor sa se intoarca, o sa o faca intotdeauna mult prea tarziu.Da' cred ca te-ai prins si de asta.Si de faptul ca tu ai lasat urme, iar el le sterge.Si nu, inima mea nu ramane ca o suprafata uzata.Nu risca nimeni sa-si mai rupa gatu' pe acolo.Asa ca o sa-ti spun acum cum e viata mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E complicata, cum a fost si cu si fara tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E plina de oameni care clipesc pentru mine.E plina si de cacaturi ce-i drept, dar macar e plina de ceva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E dulce-acrisoara, datorita lui.Nu, amara n-a fost niciodata, nici cu, nici fara tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O traiesc ca si cum fiecare fapta a mea ar deveni lege universala.Si poate ca n-am primit carti bune, dar le joc bine pe cele pe care le am.Iar viata mea are toate de ce-urile, asa incat pot suporta toate cum-urile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E mai mult decat perfect de comfortabil de mediocra pentru unii.E la fel, dar totusi cu cateva clipiri diferita de cum ai lasat-o.E ca o Milka cu raisin&amp;amp; nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Asa ca sper ca si viata ta sa fie precum &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;un bildungsroman.E nevoie de timp si spatiu pentru a fi scrisa. Insa odata inceputa, acesta devine oglinda in care trebuie sa privesti pentru a te recunoste din unghiul potrivit.Si n-oi stii eu cine stie ce geometrie, dar noi mereu ne-am aflat in unghiuri diametral opuse.Doar ca acum.. sper sa si ramanem asa.Pentru ca asta mi-e viata fara tine si mi-e foarte bine asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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