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term="gripa noua" /><category term="if" /><category term="dirty dancing" /><category term="caine" /><category term="germania" /><category term="AH1N1" /><category term="trafic" /><category term="2010" /><category term="fundatie" /><category term="animale" /><category term="accesorii" /><category term="frauda" /><category term="manipulare" /><category term="jumatate" /><category term="copii" /><category term="loterie" /><category term="eroare" /><category term="petruta kupper" /><category term="bani" /><category term="film" /><category term="Dumnezeu" /><category term="incaltaminte" /><category term="viata" /><category term="calculator" /><title>Nevastuici</title><subtitle type="html">Am facut acest blog pentru a fi mai aproape de prieteni, de tot ce imi este drag, pentru ca aveam nevoie de un spatiu al nostru, unde sa stam de vorba si sa ne simtim bine impreuna, ca si cand am fi acasa, intr-o atmosfera relaxanta, stand turceste pe perne in timp ce vorbim cate-n luna si-n stele si radem cu gura pana la urechi.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nevastuici.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nevastuici.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5616911372914266443/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01061261738414435783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ubzfau-34O0/S1bZxWqmHsI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/vAVovPD7glE/S220/avenue-shopping.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link 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Nu e reclama, e doar o explicatie in cazul in care cineva ma acuza de plagiat :))&lt;br /&gt;Sper sa va placa!!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5616911372914266443-3482570040182595478?l=nevastuici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Fascinatia castigului obtinut usor fascineaza omenirea dintotdeaua. Inclusiv pe mine care in fiecare saptamana visez numerele norocoase, simt cum ma mananca palmele aducatoare de bani, am senzatia efectiva ca o sa castig si apoi spuf....hai lasa ca joc si data viitoare ca acu n-a iesit decat un numar. Apoi mai este si partea cealalta a castigatorului la loto, si anume, daca castig, ce fac cu banii?? Ca doar nu se poate sa apar la televizor sa mi ia aia interviu si eu sa ma balbai ca nu stiu ce o sa fac cu banii. Tocmai de aceea stiu precis ce o sa fac cu ei cand imi vor intra in cont. Printre vacante in Thailanda si in jurul lumii, lenevit la soare si shopping la Viena imi doresc sa imi realizez un vis de demult. O fundatie. Un teren imens unde sa traiasca in pace toate animalutzele nimanui, care in prezent sunt ucise peste tot in Romania, care sunt abandonate de stapani si traiesc pe strazi. Un loc decent si curat pentru animalele care pot gasi in acest fel o noua sansa, sansa de a fi adoptate si a duce o viata frumoasa si in felul acesta si cel care le adopta sa primeasca in schimb multa iubire din partea acestora. Totusi la cat de multi caini vagabonzi sunt in Bucuresti mi-ar trebui 10ha numai pentru ei, dar cred cu tarie in puterea fiecaruia de a-si indeplini particica lui, e si normal ca unu singur nu poate face totul, dar macar sa fac atat cat pot si voi considera ca o parte din banii castigati au fost folositi cu succes.&lt;br /&gt;Pana la urma totul se rezuma la bani. Sa ii ai sau sa nu ii ai. Daca ii ai poti alege sa faci un bine pentru cineva din jurul tau, indiferent daca este un om sau un animal. Ma refer normal la binele facut cu bani, nu la ceea ce poti face gratuit. &lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu pot sa trec indiferenta pe strada si sa ii vad pe saracii maidanezi cum sunt sortiti sa moara de foame, calcati de o masina, omorati de cine stie ce nenorocit care considera ca nu au ce cauta pe lumea asta. Nu au ei nicio vina ca autoritatile orasului nu se ocupa sa fie stransi si dusi intr-un loc ca lumea si sa nu reprezinte un pericol pentru noi toti. Stiu ca multi caini musca si normal ca e simpla alegerea intre un caine maidanez si propriul copil, dar trebuie sa ne gandim ca e implicarea fiecaruia iar daca ridicam din umeri si ne spunem ca nu e treaba noastra atunci ....... care e treaba noastra?&lt;br /&gt;Eu i-as strange pe toti la mine acasa, pe mine nu ma latra cainii pe strada pt ca nu sunt om rau...si ma impresioneaza mult de tot ochisorii lor, cand te implora sa le dai mancare si mai ales afectiune.&lt;br /&gt;Dar stau si ma intreb, cum sa dai afectiune unui caine atunci cand ai sufletul impietrit si nu o dai nici aproapelui tau uman? caci este mult mai usor sa arunci cu piatra decat cu o bucata de paine...&lt;br /&gt;Pana cand o sa castig la loto si o sa-mi deschid fundatia mult visata, imi ramane doar sa ofer ceea ce pot pe moment: un cutzu cutzu, o bucata de paine, o mangaiere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5616911372914266443-5615635428742180611?l=nevastuici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De poţi fi calm când toţi se pierd cu firea&lt;br /&gt;În jurul tău, şi spun că-i vina ta;&lt;br /&gt;De crezi în tine, chiar când omenirea&lt;br /&gt;Nu crede, dar să-i crezi şi ei cumva;&lt;br /&gt;S-aştepţi, dar nu cu sufletul la gură;&lt;br /&gt;Să nu dezminţi minciuni minţind, ci drept;&lt;br /&gt;Să nu răspunzi la ură tot cu ură,&lt;br /&gt;Dar nici prea bun să pari, nici prea-nţelept; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two impostors just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De poţi visa – şi nu faci visul astru;&lt;br /&gt;De poţi gândi – dar nu-ţi faci gândul ţel;&lt;br /&gt;De-ntâmpini şi Triumful şi Dezastrul&lt;br /&gt;Tratând pe-aceşti doi impostori la fel;&lt;br /&gt;De rabzi să vezi cum spusa ta-i sucită&lt;br /&gt;De pişicher, să-l prindă-n laţ pe prost;&lt;br /&gt;Când munca vieţii tale, năruită,&lt;br /&gt;Cu scule obosite-o faci ce-a fost;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings,&lt;br /&gt;And never breathe a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De poţi să strângi agonisita toată&lt;br /&gt;Grămadă, şi s-o joci pe un singur zar,&lt;br /&gt;Să pierzi, şi iar să-ncepi ca-ntâia dată,&lt;br /&gt;Iar c-ai pierdut – niciun cuvânt măcar;&lt;br /&gt;De poţi sili nerv, inimă şi vână&lt;br /&gt;Să te slujească după ce-au apus,&lt;br /&gt;Şi piept să ţii când nu mai e stăpână&lt;br /&gt;Decât Voinţa, ce le strigă “Sus!” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,&lt;br /&gt;And - which is more - you’ll be a Man, my son! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De poţi rămâne tu în marea gloată;&lt;br /&gt;Cu regi tot tu, dar nu străin de ea;&lt;br /&gt;Duşman, om drag, răni să nu te poată;&lt;br /&gt;De toţi să-ţi pese, dar de nimeni prea;&lt;br /&gt;De poţi prin clipa cea neiertătoare&lt;br /&gt;Să treci şi s-o încerci gonind mereu,&lt;br /&gt;Al tău va fi Pământul ăsta mare,&lt;br /&gt;Dar mai mult: vei fi Om, băiatul meu! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5616911372914266443-2102909264820664464?l=nevastuici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Daca veti avea rabdare sa cititi pana la sfarsit eu cred ca va veti amuza teribil.&lt;br /&gt;Spor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCUFIŢA ROŞIE &lt;br /&gt;Analiză şi Critică literară &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce Scufiţa Roşie ? &lt;br /&gt;Din start, ne dăm seama că este vorba despre o minoră de care copiii, &lt;br /&gt;în răutatea lor, şi-au bătut joc cu această poreclă, probabil din cauza unei căciuliţe roşii croşetate de mămica ei, pe care fetiţa o poartă des din cauza unei sensibilităţi fizice la frig în regiunea craniului. &lt;br /&gt;Aşadar avem de-a face cu o bolnavă marginalizată şi descurajată de societatea din jurul ei. &lt;br /&gt;Scufiţa merge zi de zi cu coşuleţul cu mâncare la bunicuţa care locuieşte în pădure. Nicio bunică normală nu locuieşte în pădure. Singura explicaţie este că această bunică a primit în urma retrocedărilor câteva hectare de teren împădurit. Este ştiut că ţăranii nu se gândesc mult până să taie pădurea, mai ales înainte de venirea iernii. &lt;br /&gt;Aşadar, această bunică este o scorpie zgârcită care şi-a făcut casa în pădure (oare nu tot din lemn tăiat fără aprobare de la Ocolul Silvic?) şi stă acolo ca să-şi păzească avutul. &lt;br /&gt;Teoria că este vorba de o babă ticaloasă se verifică prin faptul că în loc să plătească un serviciu de livrare la domiciliu a hranei, a silit-o pe nepoata ei (o fiinţă neajutorată şi bolnavă) să facă zilnic naveta din oraş în pădure, &lt;br /&gt;fără să-i pese de pericolele la care o expune pe biata fată. &lt;br /&gt;Scufiţa Roşie se întâlneşte cu lupul care o descoase în privinţa drumului ei. Deja intrăm într-o zonă a fanteziei bolnave. Unu la mână că în România lupi nu prea mai sunt, doi la mână că se feresc de om ca de dracu, &lt;br /&gt;iar trei la mână, nu vorbesc şi chiar de ar face-o, ar intreba de cel mai apropiat braconier sau unde e cea mai apropiată stână. &lt;br /&gt;Singura explicaţie este că Scufiţa Roşie s-a uitat atât de mult la Animal &lt;br /&gt;Planet încât cunoaşte obiceiurile lupilor şi le poate înţelege scheunăturile. &lt;br /&gt;Lupul o ia înaintea Scufiţei, care se opreşte la cules de flori, îşi preface vocea, intra la bunică şi o înghite. Nu mai stăm să analizăm faptul că în pădure nu prea sunt flori. Dar trebuie spus că e dăunator să înveţi copiii că e corect ca atunci când ai o treabă de făcut, să te opreşti la cules flori fără să ştii dacă nu-s cumva specii protejate şi în consecinţă, pe cale de dispariţie. &lt;br /&gt;Lupul în schimb pare un personaj menit să fie bătaia de joc a creatorilor de basme. Lupul este un individ mânat de dorinţa perpetuă de a năvăli în casele oamenilor. Foloseşte toate tertipurile: imită voci şi dacă nu-i iese, vadit frustrat, face casa praf. &lt;br /&gt;Concluzie: Lupul este comis-voiajorul actual. &lt;br /&gt;Bunica muşcă momeala şi-i dă drumul. Iată cum este prezentată imaginea unei persoane în vârstă: o senilă care nu ştie să facă deosebirea între un urlet de lup şi glasul propriei nepoate. Cu această imagine vor rămâne copiii noştri. &lt;br /&gt;Lupul se îmbracă cu hainele bunicii, se aşează în pat unde îl găseşte Scufiţa Roşie. O ademeneşte prin vorbe şirete să se apropie şi o înghite şi pe ea. Lupul fiind îmbrăcat în hainele bunicii, induce în mintea copilului sensul noţiunii de travestit, putându-i afecta grav viitoarea orientare sexuală. &lt;br /&gt;Ce fel de minte bolnavă poate spune la copii aşa porcării? &lt;br /&gt;Iar dialogul, purtat cu Scufiţa, e plin de aluzii sexuale: toate la lup sunt mari, urechile, labele, dinţii şi mai ce?!... &lt;br /&gt;Iar el răspunde invariabil cu minciuni menite să o aduca pe Scufiţa în pat lângă el. De aici deducem: corupere de minori şi perversiuni sexuale! &lt;br /&gt;Apare vânătorul care împuşcă lupul şi le eliberează pe Scufiţa Roşie &lt;br /&gt;şi bunica. Ce caută vânătorul în casa bunicii? Înseamnă că nu e prima dată. Un vânător tânăar şi o femeie bătrână, singuri în mijlocul pădurii. Şi ne mai mirăm că "Ştirile de la ora 5" abundă în relatări despre violuri săvârşite asupra unor bătrâne? &lt;br /&gt;Dintr-un studiu publicat de Ministerul de Interne aflam că toţi aceşti infractori au citit în copilărie Scufiţa Roşie şi iată consecinţele: ani grei de puşcărie! Apoi ce căuta la vânătoare de lupi pe proprietate privată? &lt;br /&gt;Din două una: sau e un braconier nenorocit sau e un ştab mare de la Bucureşti care plăteşte sume imense doar pentru satisfacerea nevoilor sale &lt;br /&gt;sadice. În oricare dintre variante, ar trebui să fie înfierat de creatorul basmului şi nicidecum glorificat pentru fapta sa. &lt;br /&gt;Finalul poveştii este sinistru: lupul zbătându-se în ghearele morţii &lt;br /&gt;"eliberează" cele două femei. Adică, avem oroarea să asistăm la apariţia a două făpturi parţial digerate care se pare că nu au murit, ci cu nonşalanâă îşi reiau firul vieţii. Mai rău ca în filmele horror! Şi ne mai întrebăm de ce există copii dereglaţi din toate punctele de vedere. &lt;br /&gt;Asemenea închipuiri ale unei minţi bolnave se "servesc" copiilor &lt;br /&gt;între 2 şi 7 ani! Nici nu mai vorbesc despre marea oroare a literaturii mondiale: "Albă ca Zăpada" - auzi albă, imaculată şi ea trăieşte sub acelaşi acoperiş nu cu unul, ci cu 7 bărbaţi! &lt;br /&gt;Ruşine! Ruşine! Ruşine! &lt;br /&gt;...Dar această povestire vă voi spune-o data viitoare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5616911372914266443-7067619506521173865?l=nevastuici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dar erai mult &lt;br /&gt;prea ocupat. &lt;br /&gt;Pentru a vedea ca-ti sunt alaturi, am surprins pentru tine cerul cu culori si &lt;br /&gt;cant de pasarele. Pacat ca nu ai observat nici atunci prezenta Mea. &lt;br /&gt;Te-am privit plecand grabit spre serviciu si iar am asteptat. Presupun ca fiind &lt;br /&gt;atat de ocupat, nu ai avut timp nici atunci sa-Mi spui doua vorbe. &lt;br /&gt;Cand te intorceai de la munca, ti-am vazut oboseala si ti-am trimis o ploaie &lt;br /&gt;marunta care sa-ti alunge stresul acumulat. Am crezut ca facandu-ti aceasta &lt;br /&gt;placere iti vei aduce aminte de Mine. In schimb, suparat, M-ai injurat. &lt;br /&gt;Doream atat de mult sa-Mi vorbesti. &lt;br /&gt;Oricum ziua era, inca, lunga! &lt;br /&gt;Ai pornit televizorul si in timp ce urmareai programul preferat, Eu am &lt;br /&gt;asteptat. &lt;br /&gt;Ai cinat apoi cu ai tai si tot nu ti-ai adus aminte de Mine. &lt;br /&gt;Vazandu-te atat de obosit, am inteles tacerea ta si am stins splendoarea &lt;br /&gt;cerului ca sa te poti odihni, dar nu te-am lasat in bezna. Am lasat veghetori &lt;br /&gt;pentru tine o multime de stele. Era asa de frumos, pacat ca n-ai observat... &lt;br /&gt;Dar nu conteaza! Poate chiar nu ti-ai dat seama ca Eu sunt aici pentru tine. &lt;br /&gt;Am mai multa rabdare decat poti sa-ti imaginezi tu vreodata.. &lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa ti-o arat, pentru ca si tu, la randul tau, sa o arati celor din jurul tau. &lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc atat de mult incat te voi rabda. &lt;br /&gt;Acum esti pe punctul de a te trezi din nou. &lt;br /&gt;Nu-Mi ramane decat sa te iubesc si sa sper ca macar azi, imi vei acorda putin &lt;br /&gt;timp din timpul daruit tie. &lt;br /&gt;Ai o zi buna si minunata ca sufletul tau luminos !  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al tau , Dumnezeu."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5616911372914266443-5590138595165632018?l=nevastuici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Foarte bine, sunt de acord sa existe dreptul la greva, dar nu in conditiile in care toata tara e in haos, Bucurestiul cred ca este varful haosului, unde traficul este vai mama lui, iar ultimul lucru care lipsea era greva asta "legala" care sa blocheze traficul de tot. Am trait sa vad inca o data animalul din omul care se considera evoluat si care dovedeste in fiecare situatie de criza ca este josnic, ca nu se gandeste decat la el, ca este in stare sa te impinga jos din tramvai ca sa se urce el, ca este in stare sa te impinga de pe peron ca sa aiba el loc...am vazut multe exemple azi in cele cateva ore pe care le-am facut de acasa pana la servici cat sa ma scarbesc inca o data de "cetatenii" acestei tari. &lt;br /&gt;Si NU, nu sunt de acord cu aceasta greva a celor de la Metrorex, pentru ca in fiecare an este acelasi lucru si in fiecare an speculeaza faptul ca sunt extrem de folosite metrourile, faptul ca au puterea de a forta mana Guvernului pentru a obtine mariri de salariu si faptul ca au un sindicat care ii apara. Noi astia care lucram la privat ce avem? Ca n avem dreptul "legal" de a face greva pentru ca nu ne apara nimeni spatele, stam si induram orice pentru ca spre deosebire de ei putem fi dati afara oricand. Asa cum lor nu le pasa de noi calatorii care am disperat azi pe strazi ca sa ajungem la servici, nici mie nu-mi pasa de greva lor si de cererea lor salariala. Chiar nu mi pasa, pentru ca eu n-am cum sa fac greva si sa obtin marire de salariu, n-am cui sa ii fortez mana. Si sanu credeti ca din cauza asta nu sunt de acord cu ei. Nu sunt de acord cu ei pentru ca sunt satula de haos, de faptul ca nimic nu functioneaza coerent in tara asta, ca nimanui nu ii pasa. Si cine e vinovat in toata afacerea asta???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5616911372914266443-2197277252964773418?l=nevastuici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Multă lume în casă. Mama s-a coafat, tata are un soi de şervet verde legat de gât, cam ca babeţica mea, dar mai îngust. Arată caraghios, am râs de el. Bietul tata, crede că râd de fapt cu el. Oricum, suspect de multă agitaţie. Presimt că e în legătură cu mine. Ia să stau treaz. Nu, mamă, nu vreau să dorm şi nici să mănânc. Voi îmi pregătiţi ceva. &lt;br /&gt;Ora 15.00. Au mai venit şi alţii. Vorbesc tare, râd. Din când în când se apleacă şi mă gâdilă. Ăsta-i un obicei tâmpit - ce, ne cunoaştem? Pe voi vă gâdilă necunoscuţii în dormitor? Ia să plâng niţel, poate mă ia mama-n braţe şi scap. Deci trag aer în piept, deschid gura şi… &lt;br /&gt;Ora 15.45. Presupun c-am adormit. Adică trebuie să fi dormit, nu? că acuma m-au trezit. Ce mitocani… Bă, dormeam, da? Ce mă trambalaţi atâta? Na, că acum a apucat-o pe mama cheful să mă schimbe. Femeie, tu pe ce lume eşti? Lasă-mă-n pace să dorm! Ia să tragem aer în piept… &lt;br /&gt;Ora 16.15. Credeţi că am chef de plimbare? Adică, zău, vă imaginaţi că asta vrea omu’ sâmbătă după-amiază pe la patru, să se dea cu maşina? Şi acum ne şi întoarcem, că cică au uitat un certificat de naştere. Asta mi se pare o prostie - ce, aveţi nevoie de dovezi că m-am născut? nu urlu suficient de tare aici? Nu pricepeţi? Vreau aaa-caaa-săăăă, la mine-n paaaat! &lt;br /&gt;Ora 16.30.. Oooo, ce de luminiţe-n camera asta! Şi ce tavan înalt! Miroase cam naşpa, n-ar strica o curăţenie generală, dar dacă n-au ferestre, nici n-ai ce să speri… Uite-i şi pe tipii ăştia, umblă-n rochii aurii cu mâneci negre, doi bărboşi… na că unul a pus mâna pe mine - ia gheara, bă naşpetule, ce-i cu manierele astea? &lt;br /&gt;Ora 16.40. Cântă - sau aşa cred ei. Mama e Carmina Burana pe lângă ăştia. Aloouu, mă blues brothers, mai încet că nu mă mai aud gândind! Mă ţine-n braţe o tanti, habar n-am cine e, ăia rag de mama focului, e cam multă lume în spate, e şi  oală mare în stânga, o masă… Cred că ăştia vor să mă mănânce. Băi, trebuie să scap de-aici imediat. Mama! Maaaaa-maaaaa! Cât mai tare: MAAAA-MMMAAAAAA! &lt;br /&gt;Ora 16.50. Urlu în continuare. Pân-aici mi-a fost, nu mai scap. Mama e cu ei, clar, în loc să mă scape din beleaua asta îngrozitoare (în care tot ea m-a băgat, dacă e să mă gândesc), a vent să-mi dea suzeta. Suzeta? De-asta crezi tu, mamă, că am nevoie acum? Ia-mă de-aici, nu-i vezi p-ăştia ce-mi pregătesc? Ce trădătoare… Nu m-aş fi aşteptat la aşa ceva tocmai din partea ei. &lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.00. Tanti m-a pasat la nenea, dar tot în spatele bărboşilor stau. Ăia fac vrăjitorii peste cartea de bucate, lumea îi aprobă cu gesturi stranii. În oala aia e apă, m-am prins. Nu văd de-aici dacă e vreun morcov şi niscaiva păstârnac înăuntru, dar n-am nici o-ndoială. Cred că mă fac ciorbă. Am încurcat-o rău de tot. Cred c-am şi răguşit, dar nu mă las - cineva trebuie să mă salveze şi pe mine. Cineva, oricine, ajutor! &lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.05. Nenea face avioane cu mine. Ce truc vechi, suckere, nu mă păcăleşti. &lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.10. Nenea face avioane cu mitraliere şi cu bombe. Am tăcut, fazanul crede că datorită lui. Aiurea, nu m-am resemnat, doar îmi conserv puterile magice. Când or vrea să m-arunce-n oală, o să-mi iau zborul şi-o să le dau cu tifla din turlă. Roadeţi-vă unghiile, na, canibalilor. &lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.15. Gata, pân-aici mi-a fost. M-au luat pe sus, m-au pus pe masă, m-au dezbrăcat. Pentru o clipă am ajuns pe burtă, dar puterile magice n-au acţionat, n-am putut s-o şterg, deşi am încercat. Acum m-a luat bărbosul nr. 1 şi mă duce spre oală. Acum, ajutor acum! Bă, nu mă băga-năuntru, bă, stai aşa… &lt;br /&gt;Ora 17..15. WHOA! S-a răzgândit, uite-l că mă scoate. Stai să ţip. &lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.15. Nu, iar mă bagă-n oală. Mă, nebunule, termină! &lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.15. Iar m-a scos. Devine ridicol. Nici nu ştiu dacă vrea să mă înece pe bune, că mă ţine de nas şi gură. Poate vrea să mă sufoce? Mă deşteptule, tu respiri cumva pe alte găuri? &lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.15. Dacă mai face asta încă o dată, pe bune dacă nu fac şi eu ceva pe el. Măcar atât. Ia, că mă ţine deasupra oalei, să mă scurg. Ce înapoiaţi… de prosoape n-aţi auzit? &lt;br /&gt;Ora 17..20. Credeam c-am scăpat, că s-au îndurat.. M-au luat de la oloi, m-au îmbrăcat la loc, dar m-au dat şi cu ulei şi tot lui nenea ăla m-au livrat şi ăla merge cu bărboşii într-o cameră secretă. Acolo o fi tigaia, poate nu mai vor ciorbă. Unde duceţi voi copiii mici, mă nenorociţilor? Ia să urlu un pic, poate atrag atenţia cuiva, deşi ăştia-s clar vorbiţi între ei.. Las’că scap eu şi vă dau pe mâna Poliţiei! &lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.25. Nu trebuia să urlu. Mi-au băgat pe gât droguri cu linguriţa. Se-nvârte tot, mă ţin de bărbie să-nghit. Am reuşit să scuip un pic, dar bărbosul s-a ferit, e clar că are experienţă, pezevenghiul. În schimb, fraierul care mă ţine strâns în braţe e începător. Acum are o amintire de la mine pe rever. &lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.30. Dhhroglgul ăla îşşşi mmfaşeee emfectul… mmmmhhhmmm… mi-e somn. Tu, trecătorule, dacă citeşti asta, să ştii că m-am luptat ca un bărbat şi-am fost învins mişeleşte. Adio şi să vă stau în gât. &lt;br /&gt;Ora 18.00. M-am trezit din nou. Sunt viu, întreg.. Nu ştiu cum am scăpat, dar încă un botez nu mai suport. Băi, deştepţilor, sper că nu vă mai vine vreo idee săptămâna viitoare. &lt;br /&gt;Femeie, ia scoate sutienul şi fă-te-ncoa. N-am uitat că m-ai trădat acolo, dar acum am nevoie de tine. Mi-e foame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5616911372914266443-7209292246090173399?l=nevastuici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ubzfau-34O0/SwF32JQke6I/AAAAAAAABx8/p1LDpNPOoIY/s200/content_mother.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404732799903366050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niste randuri foarte adevarate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 1an ea te hranea si te imbaia.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit plingind toata noaptea.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 2 ani ea te-a invatat sa mergi.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit fugind cind ea te chema.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 3 ani ea iti pregatea toata mincarea cu dragoste.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit aruncind farfuria pe jos.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 4 ani ti-a dat creioane colorate.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit colorind masa din sufragerie.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 5 ani te-a imbracat pentru vacanta.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit sarind in prima balta.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 6 ani te-a dus la scoala.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit strigind nu merg.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 7 ani ti-a cumparat o minge.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit aruncind-o in fereastra vecinilor.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 8 ani ti-a dat o inghetata.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit scapind-o in poala.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 9 ani ti-a platit lectii de pian.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit ca nici macar nu te-ai deranjat sa exersezi vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 10 ani te ducea toata ziua cu masina de la fotbal la gimnastica de la o zi de nastere la alta.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit ca sareai din masina si nu te uitai niciodata inapoi..&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 11 ani te-a dus pe tine si pe prietenii tai la cinema.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit cerindu-i sa stea in alt rind.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 12 ani te-a avertizat sa nu te uiti la anumite programe la TV.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit asteptind sa iasa din casa.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 13 ani ti-a sugerat cum sa te tunzi.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit spunindu-i ca nu are gusturi.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 14 ani ti-a platit o tabara de vara de o luna.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit uitind sa-i scrii macar o scrisoare.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 15 ani venea de la lucru si-si dorea o imbratisare, I-ai multumit stind in camera ta cu usa incuiata.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 16 ani te-a invatat sa-i conduci masaina.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit luindu-i--o de cite ori puteai.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 17 ani ea astepta un telefon important.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit stind la telefon toata noaptea..&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 18 ani ea plingea la festivitatea ta de absolvire a liceului.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit stind la petrecere pina in zori.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 19 ani ti-a platit facultatea, te-a dus in campus si ti-a carat bagajele.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit salutind-o in afara camerei ca sa nu te simti jenat in fata prietenilor.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 20 de ani te-a intrebat daca te intilnesti cu vreo fata.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit spunind-i "Nu-i treaba ta!"&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 21 de ani ti-a sugerat anumite cariera pentru viitorul tau.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit spunind-i "Nu vreau sa fiu ca tine!"&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 22 de ani te imbratisa la absolvirea facultatii.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit intrebind-o daca poate sa-ti plateasca o excursie prin Europa.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 23 de ani ti-a dat mobila pentru primul tau apartament.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit spunindu-le prietenilor ca era urita.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 24 de ani ti-a cunoscut logodnica si te-a intrebat de planurile de viitor.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit spunindu-i printre dinti: "Maaaaami, te rog"!&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 25 de ani te-a ajutat sa-ti plateti nunta si a plins si ti-a spus cit de mult te iubea.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit mutindu-te in cealalta parte a tarii.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 30 de ani te-a sunat sa-ti dea un sfat pentru copil.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit spunind-i "Lucrurile sunt diferite acum"&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 40 de ani te-a sunat sa-ti aminteasca de aniversarea unei rude.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit spunindu-i ca erai foarte ocupat chiar atunci.&lt;br /&gt;Cind tu aveai 50 de ani ea era bolnava si avea nevoie sa ai grija de ea.&lt;br /&gt;I-ai multumit citind despre povara care  devin parintii pentru copiii lor.&lt;br /&gt;Si apoi, intr-o zi, ea a murit in tacere. SI tot ce nu ai facut vreodata s-a intors lovind ca traznetul in INIMA ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca ea mai este pe aproape, nu uita sa o iubesti mai mult ca niciodata.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Daca ea nu mai este, aminteste-ti dragostea ei neconditionata si da-o mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amintesteti mereu sa o iubesti pe mama ta.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu ai decit o singura mama in toata viata ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5616911372914266443-2735572773728374965?l=nevastuici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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