tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786441969258342582012-01-25T22:13:27.512+02:00Noua. Mie si celuilalt eu..Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.comBlogger223125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-60512428572026771272012-01-25T21:35:00.000+02:002012-01-25T21:44:11.003+02:002012-01-25T21:44:11.003+02:00Imi propun secunda cu secunda sa constientizez ce fel de trairi imi strabat fiinta si sa le consolidez. Insa singurele lucruri ce imi vin in minte sunt niste banalitati. Lucruri precum o sticla uitata la marginea marii, agitata constant&nbsp; si rascolita din clipa-n clipa de valurile nemiloase. Sau o frunza alungata din mult-prea-iubitul copac, rostogolindu-se haotic si confuz in bataia vantului neiertator. Un amalgam divin de banalitati nesemnificative pentru cei din jur are o singura definitie: EU.<br /> <br /> <i>Zambetul meu e doar un camuflaj al sentimentelor ce n-ar mai trebui sa ti le destainuiesc.</i><br /> <i> Privirea-mi, o oglinda sparta in care inca poti zari chipul unui barbat crud, </i><br /> <i>Oftatu-mi, nu-i decat un vant rece ce patrunde furisat in toate camerele sufletului, rapind cu el toate durerile,</i><br /> <i> Iar plansetele mele, potoape ce-neaca toate cuvintele ce n-ar mai trebui sa ti le soptesc...</i><br /> <i><br /></i><br /> <i>Oricat de mult am incerca sa cladim si sa tinem in viata castelul nostru de nisip, iubitule, nu vom reusi. Intotdeauna va exista un val ce va sa-l darame...Nu vom putea construi un castel prea departe de mal...</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-6051242857202677127?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kVnYtWBFiKn0at-E8rqr0yOgSy4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kVnYtWBFiKn0at-E8rqr0yOgSy4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kVnYtWBFiKn0at-E8rqr0yOgSy4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kVnYtWBFiKn0at-E8rqr0yOgSy4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-74565911661383759662012-01-15T11:41:00.001+02:002012-01-15T11:42:30.646+02:002012-01-15T11:42:30.646+02:00Toate se aduna si toate pier si nicio zi nu e mai buna decat cea de ieri. Toti cei care te cunosc nu inteleg, asa ca subtil iti gasesti refugiul printre oameni si fete noi, acolo unde nimeni nu stie cine esti tu si totusi te accepta asa cum esti, fara niciun fel de intrebari.<br /> <br /> Lacrimi vinovate sapa santuri adanci in obraji tai, dar nimanui nu-i pasa. Si e atat de placut sa nu le pese..<br /> Cu totii asteapta schimbarea, insa tu nu ai de gand sa o faci. Preferi sa ramai asa cum esti decat sa promiti schimbarea fara a te tine de promisiune. Esti singurul ce are dreptul de a te judeca si singurul care nu ar trebui sa se judece.<br /> <br /> <br /> Porti lupte seculare cu cei din jur zi de zi, fara ca ei sa stie ca adevarata lupta are loc in tine. "Tu nu ai mandrie" iti spun, pe cand ei nu stiu ca adevarata ta mandrie este aceea ca traiesti exact asa cum vrei tu, si nu cum cred ei ca ar trebui. Unii o numesc rebeliune, altii nesupunere, lipsa de rusine. Eu o numesc dovada de existenta.<br /> <br /> <br /> Ignora-ma. As da orice sa innot intr-o mare de oameni si ignoranta sa ma inconjoare...Am sa strig ceva mai tarziu dupa atentie, dar nu imi fac probleme.<br /> <br /> [Si poza cu noi doi inca zace in rama prafuita. Maine am sa pun o oglinda in locul ei, iubitule, ca sa imi amintesc cine eram inainte de a te lasa sa imi darami sufletul ca pe niste piese nenorocite de domino.]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-7456591166138375966?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FmAzUtV_xNDY0aQ8h12AE_s4YRc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FmAzUtV_xNDY0aQ8h12AE_s4YRc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FmAzUtV_xNDY0aQ8h12AE_s4YRc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FmAzUtV_xNDY0aQ8h12AE_s4YRc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-13776972444791994302011-12-20T00:54:00.000+02:002011-12-20T00:54:25.877+02:002011-12-20T00:54:25.877+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aN-cIOgXibE/Tu_AM2rAjdI/AAAAAAAAASE/RXVK7HJtozk/s1600/lonely-xmas-tree-2-haj1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aN-cIOgXibE/Tu_AM2rAjdI/AAAAAAAAASE/RXVK7HJtozk/s200/lonely-xmas-tree-2-haj1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Nu am nevoie de timp de gandire. Amintirile vin de la sine, vin cu o viteza inimaginabila si lovesc cu o putere sfasietoare. Un fior, o stare comuna si permanenta, care totusi pare ca se accentueaza acum, cand privesc un brad impodobit, o casa calduroasa, lumini pale ce instaleaza liniste si pace in acea casa...<br /> <br /> As plange, zi si noapte. M-as jertfi, doar in perioada asta a anului. As taia Craciunul din calendar, as sterge cuvantul "familie" din dictionar si nu pentru ca nu imi plac ci pentru ca ma simt singura. Singura, incompleta, uitata. Pentru ca voi ati gasit alte fiinte langa care sa fiti acum alaturi.<br /> <br /> Copilul din mine ce voi nu l-ati lasat sa creasca asa cum trebuie, nu va lua initiativa. Se va ascunde intr-un colt al sufrageriei, poate undeva pe langa Bradul de Craciun, si va va astepta. Inecat de lacrimi, ce-i drept, fara niciun cadou de oferit, doar plin de dragostea sa puerila.<br /> <br /> Odata cu voi, m-am destramat si eu. Gandul mi-e la tata, inima mi-e aici, langa mama. Bucuria mi-o detine el, iar alinarea ea. Traiesc intre cer si pamant, pentru voi doi. Ma leg si ma dezleg in orice clipa a vietii mele de voi. Iubesc cerul si iubesc pamantul.<br /> <br /> Imi amintesc ultimul Craciun petrecut impreuna. E printre putinele amintiri pe care la am cu noi trei. Insa niciodata n-am putut sa vi-l povestesc, pentru ca nu mi-am gasit nici cuvintele, nici curajul. Si-am sa ma opresc aici...pentru ca nu am nici cuvintele potrivite si nici curajul sa vorbesc sau sa inchid ochii imaginandu-mi acel Craciun. Sistemul de autoaparare al fiintei mele spune sa tac si sa refuz orice invocare a acelor amintiri.<br /> <br /> Incearca sa-ti imaginezi un Brad de Craciun trist. Poti? Bun. Acum stii cum ma simt.<br /> <br /> [ Craciun Fericit tuturor alaturi de cei dragi! ]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-1377697244479199430?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4TwWOKywAPKf2SvG8QDgS9a_jKU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4TwWOKywAPKf2SvG8QDgS9a_jKU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4TwWOKywAPKf2SvG8QDgS9a_jKU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4TwWOKywAPKf2SvG8QDgS9a_jKU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-66314580287947421112011-11-27T15:49:00.000+02:002011-11-27T15:49:55.364+02:002011-11-27T15:49:55.364+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oYl8uC4UewA/TtI_4iv__LI/AAAAAAAAAR8/HZQhs_UwzJo/s1600/glass-scratch-repair.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="144" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oYl8uC4UewA/TtI_4iv__LI/AAAAAAAAAR8/HZQhs_UwzJo/s200/glass-scratch-repair.png" width="200" /></a></div><i>"Matinal. Un fior neasteptat mi-a activat simturile. Am deschis ochii iar langa mine nu mai era nimeni. Plecasei.</i><br /> <i>Singura. Mi-am asezat din nou capul pe perna. Tie ti-am intors spatele, chiar daca nu erai acolo. Nu te mai intoarce.</i><br /> <i>Soapte. Asta mi-as fi dorit sa aud. Am sa pornesc radioul, suna mai linistitor. Vocea ta ma ducea cu gandul la un cui ce zgarie un geam."</i><br /> <br /> Si-a ascultat pret de cateva secunde bataile inimii. Nu mai intelegea nimic. Ea si inima ei nu mai vorbeau aceeasi limba de mult timp. Cel pe care il considera translatorul limbii inimii ei s-a dovedit a fi un bisnitar. Acum cauta traducator, face parte din joc. Desi ea stie ca o limba comuna ar fi inutila, precum si un traducator, atunci cand tot ceea ce trebuie sa faca e sa simta nu sa inteleaga.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-6631458028794742111?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/43kruezJAZo_xo_FUkXQAKmMpe4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/43kruezJAZo_xo_FUkXQAKmMpe4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/43kruezJAZo_xo_FUkXQAKmMpe4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/43kruezJAZo_xo_FUkXQAKmMpe4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-59802625912698186612011-10-18T23:55:00.000+03:002011-10-18T23:55:43.280+03:002011-10-18T23:55:43.280+03:00Am varsat lacrimi pentru voi. Nu ati avut curajul sa le stergeti voi insiva. Au avut altii grija. Tu tata, poate nu ai avut puterea vreodata sa le stergi sau macar sa le privesti cum se rostogolesc pe obrajii mei. Si poate erau pentru tine..<br /> <br /> Un EL, un oarecare EL, s-a repezit, a sarit in ajutorul lacrimilor mele disperate. "Nu! Lasa-le acolo!" i-am spus. "Sunt pentru el, pentru tatal meu, iar tu nu ai niciun drept sa le stergi."<br /> <br /> Pentru ca te-am iubit, te iubesc si te voi iubi mereu. Chiar daca nu esti acolo pentru mine cand am nevoie. Pentru ca te-am iubit, te iubesc si te voi iubi. Mereu. Neconditionat.<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: right;">(Cu dragoste)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Pentru Tata.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-5980262591269818661?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5O1uAFTjg4iTM0w_mWg17vSgq-E/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5O1uAFTjg4iTM0w_mWg17vSgq-E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5O1uAFTjg4iTM0w_mWg17vSgq-E/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5O1uAFTjg4iTM0w_mWg17vSgq-E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-10386302344398401652011-09-28T20:36:00.000+03:002011-09-28T20:36:53.653+03:002011-09-28T20:36:53.653+03:00<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <br /> <div class="MsoNormal">Tu esti tot ceea ce nu am nevoie. Esti scrumul dintr-o tigara pe care-l dau de o parte, srsplusul de zahar dintr-o cana de cafea,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>cantitatea nenecesara pentru o prajitura sau niste cearcane nedorite.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal">Si stai si iti dai seama ca totusi uneori, cu cat mai mult cu atat mai bine. Nu te-a deranjat cu nimic acel surplus decat in momentele tale cand te simteai singura...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-1038630234439840165?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4Oe3xt3PoVcE3gei6Kjs0aX20XE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4Oe3xt3PoVcE3gei6Kjs0aX20XE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4Oe3xt3PoVcE3gei6Kjs0aX20XE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4Oe3xt3PoVcE3gei6Kjs0aX20XE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-79008528718517756372011-09-20T21:02:00.000+03:002011-09-20T21:02:39.963+03:002011-09-20T21:02:39.963+03:00The Vintage Pub - 17-09-2011 , <a href="http://s1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb433/nalecs-photo/VintagePub%2017-09-2011/">aici</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-7900852871851775637?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/08zq4Mk6pemIm2lJ9MUbc0PU6GQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/08zq4Mk6pemIm2lJ9MUbc0PU6GQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/08zq4Mk6pemIm2lJ9MUbc0PU6GQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/08zq4Mk6pemIm2lJ9MUbc0PU6GQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-84671804726550400042011-09-07T02:15:00.000+03:002011-09-07T02:15:03.484+03:002011-09-07T02:15:03.484+03:00Simt nevoia sa stau, sa zac, sa uit de mine, sa urlu, sa ma reinventez.<br /> <br /> Vreau sa te anulez din viata mea. Nu vreau sa fi existat vreodata. Nici tu, nici el, nici ea, nici altcineva. Vreau singuratate si liniste. O liniste deplina care sa-mi urle durerea. Nu mai stiu cine sunt. Nu ma mai regasesc in ceea ce fac si in ceea ce gandesc. Am nevoie de timp si de spatiu pentru mine. Mi-am gasit intotdeauna tihna in lucrurile noi, in activitati solicitate sau pur si simplu citind o carte buna. Nu mai vreau toate astea... Vreau liniste. <br /> <br /> E ca si cand un soare a obosit sa mai rasara..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-8467180472655040004?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/guRDWv_pTsoFzarP6vNZPaOp5mg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/guRDWv_pTsoFzarP6vNZPaOp5mg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/guRDWv_pTsoFzarP6vNZPaOp5mg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/guRDWv_pTsoFzarP6vNZPaOp5mg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-73255407670715395372011-08-29T18:10:00.000+03:002011-08-29T18:10:54.813+03:002011-08-29T18:10:54.813+03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lx3h89mceG4/Tlur6AnW4PI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Dc1FBVtgs0U/s1600/love-is-blind-by-lara-coton1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lx3h89mceG4/Tlur6AnW4PI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Dc1FBVtgs0U/s200/love-is-blind-by-lara-coton1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Cautam orbeste omul potrivit. Fara incetare. Avem impresia ca nu-l vom gasi niciodata. Un oarecare se zareste in calea ta. Iti spui tie insati de fiecare data : EL este!. Te inseli. Asa ai facut si data trecuta..asa vei face intotdeauna.<br /> Nu fi fraiera. E langa tine. E acel care iti zambeste in fiecare zi, care te strange in brate cand ai nevoie, care fumeaza linistit langa tine. Dar tu esti oarba. Ai idealuri mai mari decat ceea ce iti trebuie cu adevarat. Traiesti intr-un vis, cauti iubirea adevarata si ai trecut de mii de ori cu privirea in pamant pe langa ea.<br /> Deschide ochii. Urmareste-i fiecare pas. Te priveste, te ineaca cu afectiunea lui, te tine in palme ca pe cel mai fragil obiect intalnit pana atunci, ar face orice pentru tine. Dar tu esti oarba..<br /> Privirea lui, iubito, nu iti spune nimic? Exista poate ceva mai bun, insa nu pentru tine.<br /> Dar tu esti oarba…&nbsp; <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-7325540767071539537?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xVNlpoJqMqqHqHpOpIBCZ1G4JdE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xVNlpoJqMqqHqHpOpIBCZ1G4JdE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xVNlpoJqMqqHqHpOpIBCZ1G4JdE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xVNlpoJqMqqHqHpOpIBCZ1G4JdE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-65359256888437365942011-08-20T05:06:00.001+03:002011-08-20T05:10:59.793+03:002011-08-20T05:10:59.793+03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkTYXGcAazY/Tk8Xh8h1xEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3IBufw1vYU4/s1600/work.6181017.1.flat%252C550x550%252C075%252Cf.necessity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkTYXGcAazY/Tk8Xh8h1xEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3IBufw1vYU4/s200/work.6181017.1.flat%252C550x550%252C075%252Cf.necessity.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>Ma zbat ca un peste pe uscat, ca o pasare fara aripi, ca o razboinica fara arma.<br /> <br /> Ma lupt in fiecare zi cu mine insami sa fiu asa cum iti doresti tu. Atac in fiecare zi fiece punct al tau pe care eu il gasesc sensibil. Ma zbat in fiecare zi sa te cuceresc. Si poate de-am reusit deja, tu nu mi-ai aratat.<br /> <br /> Stii cum sa ma faci sa port un razboi cu sufletul meu. Ma privesti cu sange rece cum ma chinui sa ocup un loc in inima ta. Nu-mi dai atentie atunci cand o cercesc in cele mai injositoare feluri. Ma surprinzi la fiecare pas. Imi dai satisfactie uneori pentru cateva clipe, iar apoi devii rece pentru mai mult timp. Ma gandesc de fiecare data ca probabil iti calculezi cantitatea de fericire pe care mi-o furnizezi. Te urasc cand te prefaci ca nu ma auzi, insa stii sa-ti joci rolul asa de bine incat acum tind sa cred ca tu chiar nu ma auzi. Ma rascolesti. Ma faci cred ca sunt inutila in viata ta. Ma faci sa cred ca n-am sa ajung niciodata sa te fac sa ma iubesti. Pana sa te intalnesc, stiam ca mai devreme sau mai tarziu, voi fi iubita de EL, cel care statea langa mine.<br /> <br /> Vezi tu, tocmai de asta m-ai atras... <br /> <br /> Recunosc, la inceput te-am vazut ca pe o provocare. Ai devenit intr-un timp foarte scurt mai mult decat o provocare. Esti ceva ce stiu ca trebuie sa am, o necesitate.<br /> <br /> [ Pentru ca am nevoie de tine. Daca as fi o cana de cafea, tu ai fi lingura ce imi rascoleste zatul.]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-6535925688843736594?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tUQ3BWfb-525VXGgamazQCiB4yk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tUQ3BWfb-525VXGgamazQCiB4yk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tUQ3BWfb-525VXGgamazQCiB4yk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tUQ3BWfb-525VXGgamazQCiB4yk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-90078604066803393932011-08-05T04:18:00.001+03:002011-08-05T04:29:12.709+03:002011-08-05T04:29:12.709+03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yaom8WUojUY/TjtEbCVwWuI/AAAAAAAAARw/YnzOs4fFuGE/s1600/how-to-love-consciously1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="128" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yaom8WUojUY/TjtEbCVwWuI/AAAAAAAAARw/YnzOs4fFuGE/s200/how-to-love-consciously1.jpg" width="200" /></a>Vezi tu iubito, e usor sa oferi iubire, dragoste si compasiune. Insa e greu sa o castigi.<br /> <br /> &nbsp;Tine de egoism. Lasa-ti inima sa iubeasca, lasa sufletul sa sufere si sa se vindece. Lasa-ti fiinta sa se coaca, sa stie acum cat inca nu e prea tarziu, ce-nseamna sa iubesti si nu neaparat sa fi iubita. E posibil sa fie prea tarziu sa inveti sa iubesti insa niciodata sa descoperi cum e sa fi iubita. Iubeste in felul tau, descopera-i fiecare trasatura, accepta-i fiecare calitate si totodata fiecare defect. Iubeste-i defectele si vei vedea ca uneori ceea ce nu stim sa facem este mai atragator decat ceea ce stim sa facem.<br /> <br /> Vezi tu iubito, cand iubesti, alegerea este a ta iar el detine acceptarea. Simti ca un singur suflet este implicat. Tu. Iar tu nu vrei decat acceptare... Cand esti iubita, nu te poti impotrivi. Tu detii acceptarea iar el alegerea. <span style="color: white;">Doua </span>suflete implicate. Si tine de egoism.<br /> <br /> Eu, celalat EU al tau, fata de tine, am iubit inzecit. Cand tu doar aveai impresia ca cerul coboara peste tine, eu il imbratisasem si ma contopisem cu el cu mult timp in urma. <br /> <br /> <b><span style="color: white;">Pentru ca atunci cand iubim, ne straduim sa devenim ceva mai bun decat ceea ce suntem.</span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-9007860406680339393?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l7xxyx-grdtwu2axk-T0GWR2jUg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l7xxyx-grdtwu2axk-T0GWR2jUg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l7xxyx-grdtwu2axk-T0GWR2jUg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l7xxyx-grdtwu2axk-T0GWR2jUg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-4268549921570778332011-07-26T04:35:00.001+03:002011-08-11T20:18:41.061+03:002011-08-11T20:18:41.061+03:00Stai si reflectezi. Realizezi ca ai fost atat de oarba incat ai fi fost dispusa sa-ti smuligi inima din piept, sa i-o daruiesti, sa-ti fie calcata in picioare si tu sa nu schitezi nici macar o grimasa de durere. Tie ai putut sa-ti demonstrezi ca tu esti tot ceea ce conteaza. Lui ai putut sa-i demonstrezi ca nici macar Iadul nu poate tine piept unei femei dispretuite.<br /> <br /> Din cand in cand, apare cineva. Iti zambeste, iti intinde o mana, te ridica si te scutura de praf iar apoi porniti impreuna pe acelasi drum. Intotdeauna iti spui ca e altceva. Intotdeauna e altceva, pana ajungi la final. Acolo constati cu stupoare ca a fost acelasi cacat ca si pana acum. Cazi. Inchizi ochii, respiri adanc. Reflecti din nou. De data asta, te vei ridica si vei porni singura la drum. Asa, nu va mai avea cine sa-ti puna piedica. Mai tarziu iti vei da seama ca esti atat de impiedicata incat chiar nu mai ai nevoie de cineva sa te impiedice.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-426854992157077833?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zt4dOB-rxT8iiZT9S6nNfdbpGcQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zt4dOB-rxT8iiZT9S6nNfdbpGcQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zt4dOB-rxT8iiZT9S6nNfdbpGcQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zt4dOB-rxT8iiZT9S6nNfdbpGcQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-52758505331695474692011-07-11T22:42:00.000+03:002011-07-11T22:42:06.175+03:002011-07-11T22:42:06.175+03:00Ma gasiti pe plaja in Costinesti. O saptamana. <br /> <br /> Cam asa:<br /> <br /> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cegwHpN6im8" width="400"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-5275850533169547469?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SgyNpuo0m5eapUeHqjflFdt5BH0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SgyNpuo0m5eapUeHqjflFdt5BH0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SgyNpuo0m5eapUeHqjflFdt5BH0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SgyNpuo0m5eapUeHqjflFdt5BH0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-15714124638444764052011-07-04T05:42:00.001+03:002011-07-04T05:43:35.079+03:002011-07-04T05:43:35.079+03:00Ochi rosii, buze crapate, suflet destramat. 40 de ore, 2400 de minute si 8640000 de secunde nedormite. Fiecare secunda, minut si ceas dedicat tie. Ma poti calca in picioare, ma poti izbi toti peretii ce ma-nconjoara, ma poti scufunda in fiece lac pe care am avut ocazia sa-l privesc, imi poti strivi toracele pana ce inima mea inceteaza sa bata . Nu-mi pasa... Toate pentru tine.<br /> <br /> Durerea de cap imi pune capac. Te las aici....si totusi te astept acolo, unde mi-ai promis.<br /> <br /> <br /> [ Cu seriozitate maxima, ultima mea trezire: vineri, 1 iulie, ora 13:00; incheierea programului: luni, 4 iulie, ora 5:40 ; Ne auzim probabil peste o zi sau doua de somn...Stai linistit, daca nu ai exista tu visele mele ar arata precum un cearceaf alb pe care sta zugravit un mic semn al intrebarii. ]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-1571412463844476405?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WFfN5le45HFt6pa7CgqGzEYw9uo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WFfN5le45HFt6pa7CgqGzEYw9uo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WFfN5le45HFt6pa7CgqGzEYw9uo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WFfN5le45HFt6pa7CgqGzEYw9uo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-89129371900088571432011-07-01T03:08:00.000+03:002011-07-01T03:08:39.456+03:002011-07-01T03:08:39.456+03:00Iti scrasnesti dintii, iti curg lacrimile, lasi glasul sa se franga in siroaie de tipete. Nu-l mai vrei inapoi. Il vezi in fata ta precum o cutie de bere mult prea uzata, ii dai cu piciorul si mergi mai departe. Nu incerca sa te convingi ca poate n-a fost cel mai frumos lucru din singura si ultima ta viata. A fost. Acum nu mai e. Obisnuieste-te cu ideea ca vei trai asa!<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;">Fericita si mizerabila. Zambind cu lacrimi ce-ti zugravesc chipul.&nbsp;</div><br /> Daca un barbat e nehotarat intre doua femei, ar trebui sa o aleaga pe a doua. Daca ar fi iubit-o pe prima, a doua n-ar fi existat. Tu ai ales-o pe EA, nestiind ca barbatul din tine m-a ales pe mine.<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: right;"><b>Te-am iubit, fraiere! </b></div><br /> [In speranta ca nu vei citi niciodata as... de fapt, nu-mi pasa. ]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-8912937190008857143?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iL5Svh19qlmXs02DSZzjRwDVs20/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iL5Svh19qlmXs02DSZzjRwDVs20/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iL5Svh19qlmXs02DSZzjRwDVs20/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iL5Svh19qlmXs02DSZzjRwDVs20/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-86770621388511176682011-06-27T04:29:00.000+03:002011-06-27T04:29:53.540+03:002011-06-27T04:29:53.540+03:00Caci n-ar avea rost sa te superi pe el. Suparata sa fi pe tine! Tu ai fost aceea care si-a permis sa-ti intre in suflet. Tu ai fost naiva care i-a deschis portile si tot cea care l-a condus pe drumul cunoscut doar de tine. <b><span style="color: white;">Deschide-ti ochii in fata LUI, dar nu si sufletul.</span></b><br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;">Sa plangi, sa zbieri, sa dai cu pumnii si picioarele, sa arunci, sa spargi, sa lovesti...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ar fi in zadar.</div><br /> Stai pe marginea patului si privesti in gol. Un gol iti umple sufletul. Te destrami, te dezbini si te farmitesti in fata lui, stiu...&nbsp;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-8677062138851117668?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2evYd67Cg5dJhWC21HuwPvFMDzM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2evYd67Cg5dJhWC21HuwPvFMDzM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2evYd67Cg5dJhWC21HuwPvFMDzM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2evYd67Cg5dJhWC21HuwPvFMDzM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-55215361609229066862011-06-27T04:18:00.000+03:002011-06-27T04:18:25.218+03:002011-06-27T04:18:25.218+03:00Iubito, iti scriu aceste randuri in speranta ca intr-o zi le vei citi....<br /> <br /> Ti-am fost alaturi in fiecare clipa a vietii tale, am fost langa tine cand ai zambit, cand ai plans, cand ai fost demoralizata sau dusa pe cele mai inalte culmi ale fericirii si extazului, cand ai iubit, cand te-a durut, cand ai urat si chiar si cand ai crezut ca nu sunt langa tine.<br /> <br /> Am fost eu, fiecare lacrima a ta smulsa de un oarecare EL, fiecare suspin si oftat, fiecare suras dedicat unui oarecare EL, fiecare tresarit din noapte si fiecare fior ce ti-a rascolit fiinta. Am fost tot. Te-am privit neputincioasa atunci cand erai la pamant, insa eu am fost acolo. M-am bucurat odata cu tine si chiar daca nu stii, eu am fost acolo.<br /> <br /> Iti multumesc ca mi-ai dat viata, ca m-ai lasat sa traiesc. Chiar daca tu nu stii, sunt aici si voi fi in continuare pana cand sufletul tau nu va mai avea nevoie de mine...<br /> <br /> Cu dragoste,<br /> Celalalt EU al tau.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-5521536160922906686?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XWoPzxd6HRuLxe3LtVKOkuDxziw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XWoPzxd6HRuLxe3LtVKOkuDxziw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XWoPzxd6HRuLxe3LtVKOkuDxziw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XWoPzxd6HRuLxe3LtVKOkuDxziw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-50301161460565816142011-06-21T02:59:00.000+03:002011-06-21T02:59:44.988+03:002011-06-21T02:59:44.988+03:00Privirea ta, nu mai cauta zambetul meu. Iar chipul tau nu mai tanjeste dupa mangaierea mea. Si nici macar un gand de-al tau nu se mai indreapta spre mine...<br /> <br /> Obisnuiam sa fiu precum un cer instelat . Te priveam pe tine, noapte de noapte. Tu, Pamantul meu iubit. Norii s-au pus in calea noastra, vantul ti-a intors privirea de la mine, ploaia te-a facut sa iti pleci capul, sa refuzi sa ma mai privesti.<br /> <br /> De mult ochii mei n-au mai varsat asemenea lacrimi. De mult zambetul meu n-a mai fost asa de fals. Si nici macar gandurile mele de mult nu s-au mai concentrat asa de intens intr-o singura directie. In directia ta...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-5030116146056581614?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qNBuo3d4EPHY93kwgqrGR6c8VSY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qNBuo3d4EPHY93kwgqrGR6c8VSY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qNBuo3d4EPHY93kwgqrGR6c8VSY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qNBuo3d4EPHY93kwgqrGR6c8VSY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-5165668875797669212011-05-27T14:32:00.000+03:002011-05-27T14:32:20.486+03:002011-05-27T14:32:20.486+03:00Demoralizata. Zambind. Prabusita.<br /> <br /> Ma restartez. Ceva din mine striga disperat dupa liniste. Nu vreau sa reactionez. Nu vreau sa traiesc. Nu vreau sa respir. Nu vreau sa simt, sa vad, sa aud! Si nu...nu vreau sa zambesc. Uite, iti las sufletul meu. Arunca-l pe noptiera si lasa-l sa zaca acolo pana duminica. Are nevoie.<br /> <br /> <br /> [ plecata la mare ]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-516566887579766921?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gBpAzVu_sU2aXcQGiPqxlOgRDb8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gBpAzVu_sU2aXcQGiPqxlOgRDb8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gBpAzVu_sU2aXcQGiPqxlOgRDb8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gBpAzVu_sU2aXcQGiPqxlOgRDb8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-53054641287310691892011-05-22T06:18:00.000+03:002011-05-22T06:18:22.214+03:002011-05-22T06:18:22.214+03:00<div style="text-align: center;">Il imbratisez pe EL desi eu te simt pe Tine.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il sarut pe EL, desi buzele mele iti sunt dedicate Tie.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il privesc pe EL, desi toate gandurile mele fug spre tine.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ii vorbesc despre dragose, si imi dau seama ca vorbesc despre Tine.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ii spun ca il iubesc, insa...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-5305464128731069189?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OR8N5Kc38NnszhcYjBfQ4GOFZW4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OR8N5Kc38NnszhcYjBfQ4GOFZW4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OR8N5Kc38NnszhcYjBfQ4GOFZW4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OR8N5Kc38NnszhcYjBfQ4GOFZW4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-11291340544239482082011-05-21T21:33:00.000+03:002011-05-21T21:33:40.209+03:002011-05-21T21:33:40.209+03:00Un abis, un necunoscut, un cumul de viata incontrolabil. O privire, un sarut, un moment inghetat in timp.<br /> <div style="text-align: right;">Da-mi timp, da-mi spatiu, da-mi viata.&nbsp;</div>O etichetare gresita, un gest schitat eronat, o mustrare expresiva.<br /> <div style="text-align: right;">Te asemeni.</div>Iti intind mana, mi-o refuzi, Singura, haotic. Te apropii, te resping. Singur, tacere.<br /> <div style="text-align: right;">Un dans incomplet.</div>O inima stopandu-si bataile. O inima alergandu-si perechea.<br /> <div style="text-align: right;">Un gand spre tine.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-1129134054423948208?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BsZFeq8-LH96g58u4oGtWKk8IRM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BsZFeq8-LH96g58u4oGtWKk8IRM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BsZFeq8-LH96g58u4oGtWKk8IRM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BsZFeq8-LH96g58u4oGtWKk8IRM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-56336318074851853872011-05-15T23:55:00.000+03:002011-05-15T23:55:58.943+03:002011-05-15T23:55:58.943+03:00Ea : Tine-mi si mie te rog tigarile , nu pot sa merg cu ele in mana.<br /> El : Ok.<br /> Ea : Uite, tine-mi si bricheta ca ma enerveaza in buzunar.<br /> El : Ok.<br /> Ea : Aaa..daca vrei, tine-mi si inima ca nu-mi sta bine cu ea in piept.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-5633631807485185387?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SkGcfh-lDLC9F9uBLSVYPIgclKU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SkGcfh-lDLC9F9uBLSVYPIgclKU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SkGcfh-lDLC9F9uBLSVYPIgclKU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SkGcfh-lDLC9F9uBLSVYPIgclKU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-29163102016522496042011-05-15T23:53:00.000+03:002011-05-15T23:53:07.847+03:002011-05-15T23:53:07.847+03:00<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody">Stai neclintit intr-o mare de oameni. Atata viata in jurul tau si totusi atata nefiinta in tine. Simti ca ceva moare si se naste in repetate randuri, intr-un mod abuziv. Mor si ma nasc in fiecare zi.</span></span></h6><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-2916310201652249604?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eX-wnFeH9mn4FpCo_kQfAWMgIqE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eX-wnFeH9mn4FpCo_kQfAWMgIqE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eX-wnFeH9mn4FpCo_kQfAWMgIqE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eX-wnFeH9mn4FpCo_kQfAWMgIqE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-80522872931743004552011-05-10T23:24:00.000+03:002011-05-10T23:24:40.541+03:002011-05-10T23:24:40.541+03:00<div style="text-align: center;">Mi-e frica sa-nchid ochii. Stiu ca te voi zari in bezna nesfarsita a gandurilor mele.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi-e frica sa zambesc. Stiu ca in cea de-a doua secunda, voi fi clar convinsa ca tu esti cel care m-a facut sa zambesc.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi-e frica sa reactionez. Stiu ca reactiile mele sunt in fapt create sa te atraga pe tine.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi-e frica sa vorbesc. Stiu ca am sa spun din nou ca ma fascinezi intr-un fel anume.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi-e frica sa respir. Stiu ca am sa simt doar parfumul tau.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi-e frica sa gandesc. Stiu ca am sa ma gandesc numai la tine.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Am gasit totusi curajul sa adorm in bratele tale...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-8052287293174300455?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/inorLHja3Cg_fCpLrC92bKOCP8Q/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/inorLHja3Cg_fCpLrC92bKOCP8Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/inorLHja3Cg_fCpLrC92bKOCP8Q/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/inorLHja3Cg_fCpLrC92bKOCP8Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478644196925834258.post-67664433349025852172011-05-05T00:45:00.000+03:002011-05-05T00:45:37.362+03:002011-05-05T00:45:37.362+03:00Dupa o pauza meritata, ma pun pe scris. Sper ca nu mi-am pierdut nici rabdarea si nici talentul de a scrie. Ne-auzim curand!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478644196925834258-6766443334902585217?l=cumnepica.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kqU_h1JT3zkvl_7NH9kSfy68Z68/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kqU_h1JT3zkvl_7NH9kSfy68Z68/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kqU_h1JT3zkvl_7NH9kSfy68Z68/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kqU_h1JT3zkvl_7NH9kSfy68Z68/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Ioanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039926901337092554noreply@blogger.com4