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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="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" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUCQHk_fip7ImA9WhRRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364502708056691897</id><updated>2011-11-28T03:04:21.746+02:00</updated><category term="Nicoleta" /><category term="revelatii" /><category term="bla's" /><category term="grief" /><category term="fall" /><category term="stihuri" /><category term="goosebumps and butterflies" /><category term="bla" /><category term="mare" /><title>Me...nunatia</title><subtitle type="html">no expectations, just high hopes</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://neekisaiki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://neekisaiki.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364502708056691897/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Neeki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438819559830555670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnsS9kLONGA/SxO28WYQu-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/CnpJSLtk6nw/S220/20080807135048_nicoleta-duo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</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/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Menunatia" /><feedburner:info uri="menunatia" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYFQng7eSp7ImA9WxNaFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364502708056691897.post-4015921316927975973</id><published>2009-11-30T06:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T06:58:33.601+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-30T06:58:33.601+02:00</app:edited><title>unu/less</title><content type="html">soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhxK2IOywVE"&gt;gnarls barkley - who's gonna save my soul now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"still my hunger turns to greed&lt;br /&gt; 'cause what about all i need"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cred ca suntem obligati astral sa ne luam perioade de timp in care incetam sa existam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cred ca in "pauza existentei" se pregatesc si analizeaza urmatoarele etape, se fac props-uri, se cauta extras.&lt;br /&gt;se intampla pana si la cele mai mari "productii" ca vorba sa se piarda din mesager in mesager si actorul principal tot intarzie ireparabil intr-una din zile.&lt;br /&gt;si pentru o zi si pentru un om care a uitat sa isi faca datoria, actorul principal isi pierde credibilitatea in fata echipei.&lt;br /&gt;in linii mari sau mici poti traspune toate simbolurile de mai sus in mii de situatii.&lt;br /&gt;dar numarul de situatii date nu poate schimba niciodata deznodamantul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cred ca si universul isi "pierde" mesajele pe drum.&lt;br /&gt;cred ca unii oameni nu mai ajung sa fie anuntati ca au intrat in pauza.&lt;br /&gt;cred ca altii nu mai sunt anuntati ca au terminat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364502708056691897-4015921316927975973?l=neekisaiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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