tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35119055793027527202012-02-16T08:17:56.959+02:00Mishuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10810742862895556684noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511905579302752720.post-86177995578538480092010-10-13T21:40:00.001+03:002010-10-14T10:37:48.489+03:002010-10-14T10:37:48.489+03:00Mi-am privit îndelung palmele<br /> ce-mi acopereau pupila<br /> şi nu mă mai puteam dezlipi<br /> de întunericul nefiresc<br /> din plină zi.<br /> Nu am mai văzut lumina,<br /> nici carnea.<br /> Doar un întuneric<br /> numai bun de muşcat.<br /> Ca dintr-un măr copt,<br /> ca dintr-un fruct oprit, <br /> ca dintr-un şarpe rău<br /> şi-o coapsă de femeie neascultătoare.<br /> Şi mi-am închis pleoapele,<br /> şi mi-am acoperit ochii,<br /> şi-am stins Soarele<br /> cu nori de încălcare.<br /> M-am ascuns de mine însămi<br /> după o blană de lup,<br /> în spatele celui făr-o coastă.<br /> După cădere nu mi-a rămas decât o scară...<br /> Adesea, fiecare treaptă ce o urc<br /> îngroapă mai mult în ţărână<br /> Scara.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511905579302752720-8617799557853848009?l=mikaela-cusidespremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MPMXyp8Ocnk0fxC4cBKXILpOJ2k/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MPMXyp8Ocnk0fxC4cBKXILpOJ2k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MPMXyp8Ocnk0fxC4cBKXILpOJ2k/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MPMXyp8Ocnk0fxC4cBKXILpOJ2k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DinLutiSuflareDeVia/~4/QivEhAOb1tk" height="1" width="1"/>Mishuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10810742862895556684noreply@blogger.com2http://mikaela-cusidespremine.blogspot.com/2010/10/de-vorba-cu-intunericul.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511905579302752720.post-13375835947953516592010-08-31T18:35:00.000+03:002010-08-31T18:35:14.636+03:002010-08-31T18:35:14.636+03:00A trai in minciuna si, din diverse motive, orgolii sau principii, a fi obligat sa o accepti reprezinta cel mai mare cosmar al celui care iubeste.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511905579302752720-1337583594795351659?l=mikaela-cusidespremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q-5mhl24OkYg-TAcyfcU1wZjA7Y/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q-5mhl24OkYg-TAcyfcU1wZjA7Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q-5mhl24OkYg-TAcyfcU1wZjA7Y/1/da"><img 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class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511905579302752720-1275081257271582944?l=mikaela-cusidespremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2eiDdCg66LdxG5WXyzxdmYH6ceg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2eiDdCg66LdxG5WXyzxdmYH6ceg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2eiDdCg66LdxG5WXyzxdmYH6ceg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2eiDdCg66LdxG5WXyzxdmYH6ceg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DinLutiSuflareDeVia/~4/qxsPh80bI80" height="1" width="1"/>Mishuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10810742862895556684noreply@blogger.com1http://mikaela-cusidespremine.blogspot.com/2010/08/monorima.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511905579302752720.post-25783381216621619612010-07-11T12:38:00.000+03:002010-07-11T12:38:08.773+03:002010-07-11T12:38:08.773+03:00Pe balustrade de gumă<br /> mi-e inima-n balans,<br /> în straniu dans.<br /> Mâini cu degete humă,<br /> împletesc pânze de mătase<br /> prinse, făr-a le coase,<br /> de-a florilor brumă.<br /> Din apus răsare<br /> simţul ce mă doare.<br /> Paşii ce mă-ndrumă<br /> calc-uscaţi şi grei<br /> pe trupuri de lei<br /> răpuse de ciumă.<br /> <br /> Totul e-a timpului cutumă....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511905579302752720-2578338121662161961?l=mikaela-cusidespremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2FmMRJzn_bWhCzt0i-pHt3UsCmo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2FmMRJzn_bWhCzt0i-pHt3UsCmo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2FmMRJzn_bWhCzt0i-pHt3UsCmo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2FmMRJzn_bWhCzt0i-pHt3UsCmo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511905579302752720-271242497300593741?l=mikaela-cusidespremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Z2ZGwRfDYBBxucsimIYxLPKEQis/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Z2ZGwRfDYBBxucsimIYxLPKEQis/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Z2ZGwRfDYBBxucsimIYxLPKEQis/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Z2ZGwRfDYBBxucsimIYxLPKEQis/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DinLutiSuflareDeVia/~4/3ENKR8YA4ag" height="1" width="1"/>Mishuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10810742862895556684noreply@blogger.com0http://mikaela-cusidespremine.blogspot.com/2010/07/afrodita.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511905579302752720.post-44057215616351368662010-07-04T08:59:00.003+03:002010-08-01T12:04:33.100+03:002010-08-01T12:04:33.100+03:00<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BksJ99wIuCw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BksJ99wIuCw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /> <br /> <i><b>There are locks on the doors</b></i><br /> And chains stretched across all the entries to the inside<br /> There's a gate and a fence<br /> And bars to protect from only God knows what lurks outside<br /> <br /> Who stole your heart left you with a space<br /> That no one and nothing can fill <br /> Who stole your heart who took it away<br /> Knowing that without it you can't live<br /> <br /> <i><b>Who took away the part so essential to the whole</b></i><br /> <i><b>Left you a hollow body</b></i><br /> <i><b>Skin and bone</b></i><br /> What robber what thief who stole your heart and the key<br /> <br /> <i><b>Who stole your heart </b></i><br /> <i><b>The smile from your face</b></i><br /> <i><b>The innocence the light from your eyes</b></i><br /> Who stole your heart or did you give it away<br /> And if so then when and why<br /> <br /> Who took away the part so essential to the whole<br /> Left you a hollow body<br /> Skin and bone<br /> What robber what thief<br /> Who stole your heart and the key <br /> <br /> <i><b>Now all sentiment is gone</b></i><br /> <i><b>Now you have no trust in no one </b></i><br /> <br /> Who stole your heart<br /> Did you know but forget the method and moment in time<br /> Was it a trickster using mirrors and sleight of hand<br /> A strong elixir or a potion that you drank<br /> <br /> <i><b>Who hurt your heart</b></i><br /> <i><b>Bruised it in a place</b></i><br /> <i><b>That no one and nothing can heal </b></i><br /> You've gone to wizards, princes and magic men<br /> You've gone to witches, the good the bad the indifferent<br /> <br /> <i><b>But still all sentiment is gone</b></i><br /> <i><b>But still you have no trust in no one </b></i><br /> <br /> <i><b>I</b><b>f you can tear down the walls</b></i><br /> <i><b>Throw your armor away remove all roadblocks barricades</b></i><br /> <i><b>If you can forget there are bandits and dragons to slay</b></i><br /> <i><b>And don't forget that you defend an empty space</b></i><br /> <i><b><br /> </b></i><br /> <i><b>And remember the tinman</b></i><br /> <i><b>Found he had what he thought he lacked</b></i><br /> <i><b>Remember the tinman</b></i><br /> <i><b>Go find your heart and take it back </b></i><br /> <br /> Who stole your heart<br /> Maybe no one can say<br /> One day you will find it I pray<br /> <div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511905579302752720-4405721561635136866?l=mikaela-cusidespremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lpgp47RQWaQfcp9s2IhlmMwrxE4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lpgp47RQWaQfcp9s2IhlmMwrxE4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lpgp47RQWaQfcp9s2IhlmMwrxE4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lpgp47RQWaQfcp9s2IhlmMwrxE4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DinLutiSuflareDeVia/~4/ZEQnFpXlklQ" height="1" width="1"/>Mishuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10810742862895556684noreply@blogger.com0http://mikaela-cusidespremine.blogspot.com/2010/07/tracy-chapman-remember-tinman.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511905579302752720.post-18462469499150452232010-06-27T13:33:00.003+03:002010-06-27T13:33:47.798+03:002010-06-27T13:33:47.798+03:00Pe sfori cu spini<br /> păşesc agale,<br /> deasupra lumii<br /> orbite de cer.<br /> Nu ne cunoaştem,<br /> eu şi lumea,<br /> deşi ne naştem<br /> din acelaşi ou.<br /> Fraţi din acelaşi Tată,<br /> separaţi de timp,<br /> la naştere.<br /> Sângele din tălpile mele<br /> curge în palmele lor....<br /> Dar nici aşa,<br /> ei nu îndrăznesc<br /> să privească<br /> mai sus<br /> de orizont,<br /> spre sfoara<br /> din care curge<br /> ne-ncetat<br /> ploaia de sânge<br /> a unui suflet acrobat.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511905579302752720-8340436318855588229?l=mikaela-cusidespremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cm-iheBmjVRWO3FIrMewJnMdmgo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cm-iheBmjVRWO3FIrMewJnMdmgo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cm-iheBmjVRWO3FIrMewJnMdmgo/1/da"><img 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piramidei<br /> de capete căzute.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511905579302752720-7455522878307529387?l=mikaela-cusidespremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lY9AigBxPHRYFYSmcxWII3fHWhg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lY9AigBxPHRYFYSmcxWII3fHWhg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lY9AigBxPHRYFYSmcxWII3fHWhg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lY9AigBxPHRYFYSmcxWII3fHWhg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DinLutiSuflareDeVia/~4/rdEbexOnIms" height="1" 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ultima umbră a orei,<br /> până la ultimul gând al Gânditorului.<br /> Şi mi s-au ferecat uşile minţii<br /> cu lacătul singurei Idei<br /> care poate sparge cristalul<br /> ce-adăposteşte celulele văzului universal.<br /> Sufletu-mi caută cheia ideii,<br /> căci fără minte<br /> vârful spadei<br /> e prea aproape de călcâiul fragil.<br /> De cheia ideii am nevoie<br /> să deznod<br /> nodul ce leagă mintea.<br /> Un Gânditor mi-o poate împrumuta...<br /> fie el din piatră sau carne...<br /> Pot învăţa graiul granitului, şi-al marmurei, şi-al calcarului<br /> chiar dacă gura pietrelor tace.<br /> Am munţii, martori ai călcâiului nedescântat al tărânei...<br /> Cu ei vorbesc istorie...<br /> Ei...<br /> Ei mi l-au prezentat pe Adam...Pământul.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511905579302752720-1774218715514107673?l=mikaela-cusidespremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a 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differently...<br /> I myself see it with different eyes<br /> every day....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511905579302752720-1957711744136503885?l=mikaela-cusidespremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2pK3JxxRR7nHSHkb51akNY0f_bY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2pK3JxxRR7nHSHkb51akNY0f_bY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2pK3JxxRR7nHSHkb51akNY0f_bY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2pK3JxxRR7nHSHkb51akNY0f_bY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DinLutiSuflareDeVia/~4/KutP29-7D-E" height="1" 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<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Mulţumesc pentru premiul oferit şi îl dăruiesc mai departe altor&nbsp; prieteni care aduc un zâmbet prin blogul lor:</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://haiawatha.blogspot.com/">Edu: Călătoria lui Haiawatha</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://offshoregeo.blogspot.com/">George: Offshore</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://fir-fe-gand.blogspot.com/">Miriam: Happy bubbles</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://clarisaphotos.blogspot.com/">Clarisa: Iubire oameni şi ganduri</a>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://spunetitacerea.blogspot.com/">Florin: Spune ce simţi</a>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://euevavisez.blogspot.com/">Roxana: Eu, Eva, visez</a>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://cuburileangelei.blogspot.com/">Angela: Cuburile Angelei</a>&nbsp;</div><div 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stele<br /> s-ar ridica, oare, ceaţa din privirea mea?<br /> Dacă aş dormi pe aripi de lebădă<br /> mi-ar fi, oare, moartea un strigăt?<br /> Cine-or fi toţi ce-ncearcă<br /> să-mi calce sufletul<br /> cu voia lor nefastă<br /> şi cu ce drept ei tac<br /> când îi întreb:<br /> mai ţii minte?<br /> Mă mai ţii minte?<br /> Mi-e bine...<br /> Viaţa e, oricum, infinit mai bună<br /> în doi<br /> decât printre străini<br /> cu chip de cunoscuţi.<br /> Şi da,<br /> mă doare indiferenţa,<br /> dar mi-e bine,<br /> mi-e foarte bine<br /> fără voi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3511905579302752720-1083734235295565766?l=mikaela-cusidespremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JIv18UNyFU3aYS4Np64r0OJJuhI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JIv18UNyFU3aYS4Np64r0OJJuhI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a 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