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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ploaia nu se oprea,iar ea nici sa se miste din balconul inconjurat de sticla.Putea sa vada picaturile de ploaie ce se scurgeau si se adunau,neramanand singure.Isi cauta un singur loc unde putea sa isi linisteasca privirea si sa gandeasca liber,fara alte circumstante din jurul ei.In sufletul ei se aduna frica,nelinistea dar si speranta de mai mult si mai bine.Se ura ca nu poate sa faca o miscare fara atatea ganduri...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noptiile nu mai contau pentru ea erau doar o patura ce se asternea dupa o zi luminoasa,incarcata si atasate de un fum dens.Luna nici ca se ivea dupa nori,iar iubitele ei stele parca si ele obosise sa se afiseze intr-o lume grea.Totusi ea inca cauta,o dunga de lumina,astepta rasaritul soarelui in speranta a ceva mai bun.Incerca sa uite si ii si reusise la un moment dat.... dar afurisitii de licurici nu vreau sa piara,iar ea simtea ca nu o mai poate ajuta nimeni.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Imi pare tare rau " dar nu se mai poate face nimic,cosmarurile nu vor sa dispara oricat de mult ar incerca sa le dea de capat si sa le inteleaga sensul sau motivul aparitilor,stia totusi ca frica de acelasi lucru intamplat din nou sa ii reapara nu ii va da pace si o va chinui pana va scapa cumva...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Mi-e dor de tine " nu mai valoreaza nimic....Acel cuvant mare care o facea sa tremure "Te iubesc " nu isi mai are efectul,nu se mai simte in siguranta iar asta nici cum nu i-o va putea reda acel "cineva ".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Cuvinte  fara rost nu-si mai au locul,doar actiuniile negandite de doua ori si  cautarea a unei fericiri interioare pe care numai ea va sti cand se va  reface,iar poate ochii care isi vor gasi linistea. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asteptase clipa asta de mult,simtea mii de fiori care ii reinsufleteau trupul,dandu-i parca o alta latura a inimii ei fierbinti.Frigul de afara,ceata deasupra asfaltului calcat de ea,umiditatea si raceala aerului nu ii putea dobora nici macar gramul de simplitate in fericirea pe care o simtea ea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zambetul celui de langa ea,ce parca dintr-o data a intampinat-o intr-o dimineata mult prea devreme cand soarele nu apucase nici sa lumineze coltul cerului ei,ii facuse si ochii sa simta bucuria pura.Caldura vorbelor lui,o linisteau,creendu-i un spatiu mai viu chiar si fiind constienta de rautatea unora din jur,dar stiind ca,atunci el era el si ea era ea , asa , inca pe jumate somnorosi,ansambland sinceritatea cu realismul,respectul,voia buna,zambete scapate si sunetul vorbelor dulci ce si acum ii rasuna ca o unda usoara impregnata intr-o putere de a sporii bucuria.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tot ea fiind de vina la sfarsit,tot ea e mica si nu stie nimic.Aceiasi replica,dar el habar nu stia ce se ascundea in sufletul ei,nu mai era ascultator,interesat sa afle,rezolvand totul cu o despartire,o cale atat de simpla si lasha.Lacrimile ii curgeau pe obraz dar stia ca e cel mai bine pentru sufletul ei si de ciuda pentru tot timpul pierdut cu el in cautarea unei vorbe bune,calde,iubitoare asa cum trebuie,plansul ii rasuna si mai tare.Ar fi fost mai bine daca ea avea curajul de a o termina,dar dragostea pentru el era mai mare decat tot ce avea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In fuga cu care plecase,a inteles totul.Inca mai are doua prietene care nu au parasit-o niciodata la greu si nici nu o vor face.Suferinta va disparea treptat daca va avea vointa si dorinta de a fi mai puternica,de a lasa totul sa fie o amintire si nu o rana mereu deschisa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doi oameni ascunsi in linistea serii se priveau de la un colt al mesei la altu.Isi intalneau des priviriile dar nu reuseau sa isi vorbeasca.In piept se simteau bataile inimii tot mai adanci,iar in stomac "fluturasii" zburau de nebuni,nascandu-le milioane de placeri.Unul fiind mai timid ca altu,incercau sa se apropie tot mai mult simtind o atragere speciala,nemacunoscuta pana acum.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Totul miscandu-se atat de repede in jurul lor,ei totdeodata traind fiecare clipa atat de lent,de parca ar vrea sa nu se mai sfarseasca niciodata,ei ajung unul langa altu,atingandu-si corpurile intamplator.Capul ei usor se ridica spre ai gasi privirea,iar el vrajit de parfumul ei bajbaia cuvintele cele mai frumoase pe care putea sa i le zica.Usor propozitiile se adunau formand o conversatie placuta ,iar el se comporta cu ea de parca ar fi o floare neatinsa de nimeni.Lui ii era si frica de ai atinge buzele ei cele rosii umezite de dorinta,pentru a nu-i strica culoarea,naturaletea si a nu-i opri vorbele care putea sa i le zica.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pentru ea,el,aparuse dintr-un infinit compus din toate lucrurile dorite de ea plus ceva mai mult,o stralucire aparte in care numai in el o vedea.Un respect dat ei purtat de o dragoste inexplicabila,o admiratie a frumosului,cu o atingere atat de calda si usoara,o alinare a vorbelor perfect pusa,un zambet dat in momentul potrivit si un om cautat in stele,aparut cand nimic nu o mai facea sa tresara.Parut un vis,amestecat cu unele drame,erau doar el si ea prinsi in vraja lor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sarutul dat cand indrazneala era pierduta in farmecul vazut in aer doar de ei,a fost amestecul poftelor cele mai doritoare cu fiorii dati de speranta frumosului iubit atingandu-i guritza infierbantata.Incredibil tot,decurgand perfect pana la ultima miscare a lui pentru ea,cu un drag aparte daruit ei,imbratisarea lor ii facu sa nu se mai dezlipeasca de atunci pana la somnul serii.Din acea clipa iubirea crestea,iar ei straluceau in alura celuilalt oferindu-si o caldura care nu avea sa se termine cat de curand.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...Vestea de a doua zi o pusese la pamant.El avea sa plece pentru cateva luni departe de ea,doua zile mai aveau la dispozitie pentru a-si oferi ce e mai bun,pentru a continua legatura dintre ei,pentru a nu se pierde niciodata.Zambetul nu ii mai era acelasi,dar el incerca prin bunatatea lui sa ii ridice moralu,sa o aline,sa ii simta pasiunea iar atingerea sa si-o imprime pe pielea ei pentru a nu putea sa il uite.Cuvintele umpleau golurile lasate de sarutari nesafarsite,privirile unul altuia nu se mai dezlipeau si doar dorinta de mai mult ii macinau. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plecarea lui a facut-o sa verse lacrimi.Curajul nu isi mai avea loc,lipsa lui ii era simtita din aerul pe care il respira,din linistea care era acum un zgomot de doruri impletite in durere,o tristete din care nu isi mai gasea scapare fara el,un intreg care acum erau doua jumatati unite doar prin scris.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;---dar pana la urma nimeni nu poate sa stie si sa cunoasca ce simti tu in adancul mintii tale inclusiv al sufletului tau,doar poate cu putina rabdare,comunicare si cunoastere vei putea arata celui interesat cum esti tu,adevarata sau adevaratul tu----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steaua pierea in lumina de dimineata,iar ea ramanea cu speranta ca totusi ii va fi aproape ,dar nu era asa.Avea nevoie de cineva fara sa dispara in momentele cele mai calde si senine in special ca era acea magic care nu trebuia sa aiba un sfarsit atat de tragic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Au urmat pentru licurici zile innorate si seri fara nici o stea pe cerul ei atunci cand ea le cauta alinarea,iar cand a fost prea tarziu si steaua a cautat-o,vremea se racise,licuriciul statea numai la caldura in casa fara sa se mai oboseasca sa caute ceva ce stia ca nu se mai imbina.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acum a gasit un baiat care o poate face multumita,care ii e aproape si o alina cum poate el mai bine.Trecutul cade spre un gol amestecat cu praf de stele iar nici un cuvant nu mai poate ridica steaua unde era inainte pentru ea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mereu se schimba cate ceva iar omul...si el.Atunci cand credea ca totul e placut un simplu cuvant scapat aiurea schimba totul din bine in rau,dar atat de usor&amp;nbsp; si din rau in bine.Ea a stiut de cand la vazut ca jumatate blanda are si cealalalta parte opusa.A vazut in ochii lui care il tradau,dar el a negat asta la inceput,lasand-o treptat sa descopere si sa afle partea rea putand singura sa decida pentru viitorul ei. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nu s-a asteptat sa treaca totul atat de repede si sa fie ei asa...atenti,poate prea atenti unul cu altu.Lacrimile se scurgeau pe un obraz pupat iar nemiscarea genelor arata atentia provocata de celalalt pentru a putea linisti si consola un suflet atins de o siguranta a lucrurilor incerte...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Hope - Bring Me Flowers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zapada si frigul nu faceau parte din ei,ei se incalzeau cu caldura unui altuia,iar stransul de mana era o explozie ce se raspandea in tot corpul.Ochii lui mici ascundeau atat de multe si pe atat de mult erau cititi de ea.Miile lui de promisiuni si dedicatii erau pentru ea niste fragmente din vise pe care nu ar putea sa le dea crezare,dar timpul le dovedea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pasiunea si slipirea stau ascunse in adancul ochiilor si doar ei dau drumul putin cate putin din ea pentru a nu se avanta prea repede.Numai ei stiu in sufletul lor cate se ascund si daruirea lor cat de mare e.Dar oare asa e?Momentele arata asta dar timpul va putea sa intoarca sau sa dezvolte sentimentele care treptat cresc si ajung din ce in ce mai departe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dar zambetul lui o face fericita,atingerea calda o face sa isi arate bunatatea,iar el o face sa straluceasca ca un pumn adunat de diamate...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Naomi - Anybody here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242946565875034312-6788336164580729894?l=flashing-red-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Lhasa de Sela - Soon this space will be too small&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3242946565875034312-1600388307707727788?l=flashing-red-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Niciodata nu te voi trada de tot,desi te-am tradat si te voi trada la fiecare pas.Cand te-am urat, nu te-am putut uita.Te-am refuzat ,ca sa te schimbi.Te-am blestemat, ca sa suport sa fiu fara tine.Te-am chemat si nu ai venit,am urlat si nu mi-ai zambit,am fost trista si nu m-ai mangaiat.Am plans si nu mi-ai indulcit lacrimile.Desert ai fost rugamintilor mele.Ucis-am in gand intaia clipa a vietii si fulgerat-am inceputurile tale.Dar recunoscator iti e sufletul meu pentru zambetul &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;ce l-a vazut doar el si nimeni altu;recunoscator pentru acea intalnire,de nimeni aflata;acea intalnire nu se uita ci cu credinta ascunsa in tine rasuna in tacere,inverzeste pustiurile,indulceste lacrimile si insenineaza singuratati.Iti jur ca niciodata nu vei cunoaste marea mea tradare.Jur pe tot ce am mai sfant:pe zambetul tau..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Emil Cioran-Amurgul gandurilor)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Andain - You Once Told Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acum i-a ramas doar aerul simplu,cu care&amp;nbsp; se invaluie in asteptarea mirosului lui.Il vrea langa ea sa o imbratiseze tare si sa o uimeasca mereu cu cate o vorba spusa exact in momentul potrivit.Scarile de la farmacie sunt cele mai triste file de amintiri din capul ei,e tot ce si-a vazut ea atunci in fatza,in urmatorul viitorul ei fiind cu el,iar momentul plecarii lui ii rupe si acum o bucata din sufletul.Atunci el era el si ea era ea cu bune si rele ei erau doi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dar ea stie ca intr-o zi,se va mai intalni cu acel parfum,cu acele scari si va incerca sa faca tot ce e mai bun din clipa aia.Ii va zambi sincer si ii va sopti cat de dor i-a fost de el ,nu il va lasa sa mai plece si daca ar fi iarna sigur s-ar bate in zapada,jucandu-se in lipsa celor ce au pierdut.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Impiedicandu-se de o nuca de cocos cazuta pe nisip,a putut sa o crape cat de putin si sa soarba seva ce-a dulce hranind-o destul sa poate trai acel sentiment de teama ca daca nu va merge mai departe nu va mai putea gusta ceva bun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Multe promisiuni,mai multe dorinte,idei,vise...totul pentru o scanteie,pentru mai mult si bine.O mica parte din viata ei,facuta de ea,care acum trece in trecut cu fiecare clipire,lasand-o sa guste toate momentele iubite fiind purtata de valul creat de ea si uitand sa priveasca inapoi .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ea parca vorbea cu intunericul,stiind de tot ce o doare,tot ce era tainic in sufletul ei,simtind linistea,dorinta,fericirea.Lumina parca o urmarea si o tragea spre ea,vrand sa o acopere de tot ce tine de visarea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mii de ganduri,de blituri ii se rotesc prin cap.Dorinta de mai mult o tine aici,e constienta de ce vrea,dar oare de ce si simte?sau poate sunt doar niste lucruri de care ea nu vrea sa le stie sensul,sentimentu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E doar in ea,cu luminiile ei,izbucnite din vid,unite cu starea ei mintala imbinata cu dramele ei. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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