<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147</id><updated>2024-08-30T17:17:50.577+03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Lume Paralela</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the ghost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06141199938390542559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-400795430859997089</id><published>2012-03-16T22:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-03-16T22:15:16.035+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rutină...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Rutină, rutină și iar rutină.&lt;br /&gt;
Ne învârtim în cercuri vicioase,&lt;br /&gt;
Viața noastră e un drog,&lt;br /&gt;
Un drog de care nu putem scăpa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Alcool, țigări, iarbă.&lt;br /&gt;
Combinația perfectă,&lt;br /&gt;
Să te scoată din sistem,&lt;br /&gt;
Din aceeași monotonie,&lt;br /&gt;
Rutină, rutină și iar rutină...&lt;br /&gt;
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Facultatea te innebunește,&lt;br /&gt;
Cunoștințele sunt prea multe,&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru niște creiere sparte,&lt;br /&gt;
Bete de fericirea indusă,&lt;br /&gt;
Sau căzute prin șanțuri,&lt;br /&gt;
În abisurile alcoolului,&lt;br /&gt;
Rutină, Rutină și iar rutină...&lt;br /&gt;
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Demonii lenei și ai delăsării,&lt;br /&gt;
Se lăfăie în mințile noastre,&lt;br /&gt;
Pe divanuri de catifea,&lt;br /&gt;
Roție, cu lemn de mahon,&lt;br /&gt;
Mirosind a putere,&lt;br /&gt;
Savurând crame întregi,&lt;br /&gt;
Din energia noastră,&lt;br /&gt;
Delicatesă pentru ei,&lt;br /&gt;
Rutină, rutină și iar rutină...&lt;br /&gt;
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Fără oaze de libertate,&lt;br /&gt;
Fără câmpiile Elizee,&lt;br /&gt;
De-un verde plin de viață.&lt;br /&gt;
Cădem din vârful gloriei noastre,&lt;br /&gt;
Unde sufletul zburdă singuratic,&lt;br /&gt;
Direct pe apa Stixului,&lt;br /&gt;
Îngropați în muncă și indatoriri,&lt;br /&gt;
Rutină, rutină și iar rutină... &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/400795430859997089/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2012/03/rutina.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/400795430859997089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/400795430859997089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2012/03/rutina.html' title='Rutină...'/><author><name>the ghost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06141199938390542559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-5279902094660457438</id><published>2011-06-12T00:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T00:51:16.813+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi...</title><content type='html'>Am devenit neputincioşi,&lt;br /&gt;Norii nucleari ne-au îmbolnăvit,&lt;br /&gt;Creierul e unul mutant,&lt;br /&gt;Plin de noxe adunate,&lt;br /&gt;de multe secole încoace.&lt;br /&gt;Bunătatea s-a dizolvat în acidul cerebral,&lt;br /&gt;Nu avem viitor,&lt;br /&gt;Ne îndreptăm în marş spre o gaură de vierme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am uitat originile,&lt;br /&gt;Părinţii îi torturăm,&lt;br /&gt;Bătrânii mor pe capete,&lt;br /&gt;Sub sentinţa gravă,&lt;br /&gt;a societăţii împuţite,&lt;br /&gt;ce duhneşte a hoit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Văd în fiecare zii pe stradă,&lt;br /&gt;feţe osoase, mutilate,&lt;br /&gt;schelete ambulante,&lt;br /&gt;cu priviri inexpresive.&lt;br /&gt;Au renunţat la luptă.&lt;br /&gt;Îşi aşteaptă moartea,&lt;br /&gt;ce îi pândeşte,&lt;br /&gt;peste tot, liniştiţi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns să îi torturăm&lt;br /&gt;fizic si psihic,&lt;br /&gt;să le tăiem speranţele,&lt;br /&gt;să le luăm zilele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu ce drept?&lt;br /&gt;Cine suntem noi să facem asta?&lt;br /&gt;suntem oameni ca şi ei.&lt;br /&gt;nu avem dreptul să le amărâm bătrâneţile,&lt;br /&gt;viaţa le-a făcut deja asta,&lt;br /&gt;e de ajuns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cică nişte oameni cu judecată,&lt;br /&gt;au inventat de mult, odată,&lt;br /&gt;o lege aspră,&lt;br /&gt;să îi pedepsească,&lt;br /&gt;pe aceşti călăi.&lt;br /&gt;dar mulţi scapă,&lt;br /&gt;şi sunt liberi să isi continue,&lt;br /&gt;opera macabră...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Îmi crapă sufletul în mii de bucăţele,&lt;br /&gt;Strada e plină de bătrâni,&lt;br /&gt;părinţi, bunici, unchi şi mătuşi,&lt;br /&gt;cerşind cu lacrimi în ochi,&lt;br /&gt;o bucată de pâine sau un ban...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A devenit o mafie.&lt;br /&gt;Îi mutilează şi îi aruncă pe stradă la cerşit,&lt;br /&gt;iar seara le iau toţi banii&lt;br /&gt;şi dacă nu au strâns destui,&lt;br /&gt;pumnii încleştaîi le zdrobesc oasele,&lt;br /&gt;sângele curge din ei râuri,&lt;br /&gt;se roaga cu ardoare să le vină,&lt;br /&gt;sfârşitul cât mai repede,&lt;br /&gt;să nu mai sufere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum ne permitem să îi tratăm aşa?&lt;br /&gt;Oare nu ei ne-au adus pe lume?&lt;br /&gt;Nu ei ne-au crescut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu eram nimic fără ei,&lt;br /&gt;nu existam,&lt;br /&gt;iar acum îi huiduim,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru că ne-au adus pe lume,&lt;br /&gt;au vegheat asupra noastră,&lt;br /&gt;când boala ne macină,&lt;br /&gt;ne-au îndrumat paşii în viaţă...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iarba creşte invers,&lt;br /&gt;animalele vorbesc,&lt;br /&gt;căsătorii între indivizi de acelaşi sex,&lt;br /&gt;suntem nimicuri,&lt;br /&gt;ne autodistrugem ca proştii...&lt;br /&gt;S-a terminat timpul în care,&lt;br /&gt;Bunătatea şi respectul mai aveau prioritate.&lt;br /&gt;acum banii ne conduc,&lt;br /&gt;în marş milităresc,&lt;br /&gt;pe o muzica funebră de Bach,&lt;br /&gt;spre apocalipsă...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/5279902094660457438/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2011/06/am-devenit-neputinciosi-norii-nucleari.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/5279902094660457438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/5279902094660457438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2011/06/am-devenit-neputinciosi-norii-nucleari.html' title='Azi...'/><author><name>the ghost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06141199938390542559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-5099442550785894892</id><published>2011-05-09T00:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T00:29:12.101+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gheaţă...</title><content type='html'>Afară e frig.&lt;br /&gt;E noapte.&lt;br /&gt;Cerul aruncă cu fulgi peste mine,&lt;br /&gt;Plămânii scuipă aburi,&lt;br /&gt;Buzele îmi sunt crăpate,&lt;br /&gt;Merg desculţ prin deşertul îngheţat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombardament de amintiri,&lt;br /&gt;Iluzii ale unui eu trecut,&lt;br /&gt;Le văd pe un ecran de gheaţă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lacrimă albastră îmi umezeşte obrazul,&lt;br /&gt;În suflet se mai aprinde o sclipire,&lt;br /&gt;O amăgire a ceea ce a fost.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai am inimă,&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai am nici un rost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aş vrea să mai pot visa,&lt;br /&gt;Să mai văd soarele,&lt;br /&gt;Să simt viaţa.&lt;br /&gt;Prin vene să îmi curgă marea,&lt;br /&gt;Să mai tin odată floarea,&lt;br /&gt;Să mă îmbăt cu parfumul ei,&lt;br /&gt;Să îi văd în fiecare zii imaginea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un văl de pumni îngheţaţi,&lt;br /&gt;Îmi zdrobeşte faţa.&lt;br /&gt;Mă trezesc din iluzie.&lt;br /&gt;Acelaşi deşert îngheţat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În faţă îmi apare o imagine,&lt;br /&gt;Pare că o ştiu dar nu îmi amintesc,&lt;br /&gt;Faţa din imagine e zâmbitoare.&lt;br /&gt;Întinde o mână cu căldură spre trupu-mi îngheţat,&lt;br /&gt;Creierul atrofiat îşi aminteşte,&lt;br /&gt;E un suflet plecat din copilărie,&lt;br /&gt;Un suflet drag,&lt;br /&gt;De viaţă prea devreme luat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Întind mâna-mi îngheţată,&lt;br /&gt;Spre căldura binefăcătoare,&lt;br /&gt;Nu apuc.&lt;br /&gt;Un cuţit de gheaţă mi se înfige în spate.&lt;br /&gt;Nu picură sânge,&lt;br /&gt;Doar că imaginea dispare...&lt;br /&gt;Iar se joacă cu mine,&lt;br /&gt;Acelaşi deşert îngheţat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecrane de gheaţă mă înconjoară,&lt;br /&gt;Îmi arată viaţa toată.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt acolo...&lt;br /&gt;E parte din mine.&lt;br /&gt;Odată era altceva.&lt;br /&gt;Acum e doar deşertulăsta blestemat,&lt;br /&gt;Prin care merg neîncetat,&lt;br /&gt;Ca Sisif cu piatra sa,&lt;br /&gt;Nu se va mai termina plimbarea asta...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/5099442550785894892/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2011/05/gheata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/5099442550785894892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/5099442550785894892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2011/05/gheata.html' title='Gheaţă...'/><author><name>the ghost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06141199938390542559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-8395419643629572657</id><published>2011-04-22T00:02:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T00:13:52.294+03:00</updated><title type='text'>oare?</title><content type='html'>Ce e viaţa asta?&lt;br /&gt;De ce trebuie să suferim atât?&lt;br /&gt;oare va găsi cineva vreodată fericirea?&lt;br /&gt;întrebări fără răspuns&lt;br /&gt;totul e o frunză în vânt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum totul îmi pare atât de greu,&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am pierdut identitatea,&lt;br /&gt;mintea mi s-a închis&lt;br /&gt;inima mi-a împietrit&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul aproape s-a stins...&lt;br /&gt;mai e doar flacără de veghe,&lt;br /&gt;undeva în fiinţa mea,&lt;br /&gt;dar care curând se poate stinge şi ea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai ştiu să râd&lt;br /&gt;nu mai pot să plâng&lt;br /&gt;plutesc undeva&lt;br /&gt;într-o stare ce nu e a mea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departe de realitate&lt;br /&gt;fără sentimente&lt;br /&gt;fără gânduri&lt;br /&gt;un simplu vid.&lt;br /&gt;Acum cineva mi-ar spune:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;de ce vorbeşti aşa?&lt;br /&gt;ai prieteni pe care te poti baza...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar raspunsul meu ar fi simplu.&lt;br /&gt;lumea e rea şi egoistă&lt;br /&gt;când au avut nevoie de mine&lt;br /&gt;am fost acolo fără reţinere&lt;br /&gt;Dar când a fost vorba să fiu ajutat&lt;br /&gt;mi s-a închis uşa în nas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ochii îmi plâng cu lacrimi amare&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul în mii de bucăţi mi se sparge&lt;br /&gt;M-au călcat în picioare...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/8395419643629572657/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2011/04/oare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/8395419643629572657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/8395419643629572657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2011/04/oare.html' title='oare?'/><author><name>the ghost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06141199938390542559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-5661076386939025337</id><published>2011-04-17T22:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T23:39:07.891+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Demonul din mine</title><content type='html'>Herăstrău?&lt;br /&gt;M-am aşezat pe bordura de beton,&lt;br /&gt;A unui debarcader părăsit,&lt;br /&gt;Am o tigară în mână,&lt;br /&gt;Reflectez la trecut,&lt;br /&gt;Sângele îmi clocoteşte în vene,&lt;br /&gt;Plămânii îmi iau foc,&lt;br /&gt;Am obosit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mă apropii de apă,&lt;br /&gt;E jucăuşă, cu valuri line.&lt;br /&gt;Mă apropii mai mult.Îmi văd reflexia.&lt;br /&gt;Oare... Sunt chiar eu?&lt;br /&gt;Ochii mă înşeală?&lt;br /&gt;Nu mă mai recunosc,&lt;br /&gt;Reflexia seamănă mai mult cu o umbră,&lt;br /&gt;Un demon venit din străfunduri.&lt;br /&gt;Îmi zambeşte pervers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ăsta nu-s eu,&lt;br /&gt;Un fior de teamă zboară prin cer,&lt;br /&gt;Îl vede şi râde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginea se tulbură,&lt;br /&gt;Se metamorfozează,&lt;br /&gt;Îi cresc aripi negre,&lt;br /&gt;Din colţii imenşi picură sânge,&lt;br /&gt;Pielea îi e solzoasă,&lt;br /&gt;În palme are două găuri negre,&lt;br /&gt;Pregătite să absoarbă suflete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oare nu scăpasem de el?&lt;br /&gt;Îmi trece un gând prin minte,&lt;br /&gt;Parcă era închis pe vecie...&lt;br /&gt;Îl învinsesem...&lt;br /&gt;Cum o fi scăpat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohote de rîs metalic,&lt;br /&gt;Îmi rasună în urechi,&lt;br /&gt;Ochii îi sunt în flăcări,&lt;br /&gt;Gâtlejul îi e uscat,&lt;br /&gt;Îi e sete de răzbunare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gura i se schimonoseşte...&lt;br /&gt;&#39;&#39;Prostule!!&lt;br /&gt;Ce credeai că o luptă e de ajuns?&lt;br /&gt;Că poţi învinge iadul aşa uşor?&lt;br /&gt;Te aştept de mult naivule,&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti fugi de destin,&lt;br /&gt;Steaua lui David o porţi în frunte,&lt;br /&gt;Eşti fiul Iadului&#39;&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorbele lui mă sufocă,&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot să scot nici un sunet,&lt;br /&gt;Puterile mă lasă,&lt;br /&gt;Ameţesc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;&#39;A venit timpul,&lt;br /&gt;Întunericul te cheamă&#39;&#39;&lt;br /&gt;O mână hidoasă iese din apă,&lt;br /&gt;Mi se lipeşte pe faţă,&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot riposta,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt paralizat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Într-0 secundă îmi absoarbe sufletul,&lt;br /&gt;Pe debarcader,&lt;br /&gt;Rămâne un corp de piatră,&lt;br /&gt;Din care curge o lacrimă roşie,&lt;br /&gt;Lasă pe obrazul de piatră,&lt;br /&gt;O dâră subţire,&lt;br /&gt;O dâră albastră.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar pe cer,&lt;br /&gt;Printre norii de vată,&lt;br /&gt;Astrul trimite un con de aură,&lt;br /&gt;Peste omul ce a fost odată... acum&lt;br /&gt;Doar o simplă piatră uitată.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furtuna începe,&lt;br /&gt;Bubuie cerul,&lt;br /&gt;Debarcaderul începe să crape,&lt;br /&gt;Fulgerele despică apa,&lt;br /&gt;Se apropie de piatră,&lt;br /&gt;Cerul e furios.&lt;br /&gt;Un fulger minunat loveşte în creştetul statuii,&lt;br /&gt;Bucăţele mici zboară în toate direcţiile.&lt;br /&gt;A fost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ploaia purifică locul,&lt;br /&gt;Vântul matură rămaşiţele,&lt;br /&gt;Totul revine la normal...&lt;br /&gt;De parcă nimic nu s-a întâmplat.&lt;br /&gt;Divinitatea e mulţumită,&lt;br /&gt;A mai scăpat de o insectă...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/5661076386939025337/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2011/04/demonul-din-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-1352900376763584154</id><published>2011-04-03T16:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:14:51.996+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fericirea e o picătură de apă&lt;br /&gt;Cade in ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Face câteva valuri&lt;br /&gt;Şi moare surd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lăsând in urmă&lt;br /&gt;Un gust al dracului de amar&lt;br /&gt;Pe care nimic nu îl face să treacă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Încet, încet&lt;br /&gt;Bucuria din suflet,&lt;br /&gt;E anhilată,&lt;br /&gt;De o tăcere apasătoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aş vrea să fiu o pasăre,&lt;br /&gt;Să călătoresc în zare,&lt;br /&gt;Să trec prin furtună,&lt;br /&gt;Să mă lovească un fulger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Să simt curentul în vene,&lt;br /&gt;Viata în fata ochilor să se depene,&lt;br /&gt;O lacrimă curge pe obraz,&lt;br /&gt;Sîngele se scurge treptat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cad din înaltul cerului,&lt;br /&gt;Un trup făra viată.&lt;br /&gt;Viteza îmi dă foc,&lt;br /&gt;Cad în oceanul acum mormânt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nimeni nu stie că am plecat,&lt;br /&gt;Toţi sunt surzi,&lt;br /&gt;Au orbit instant.&lt;br /&gt;În cer e o indiferenţă cruntă.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/1352900376763584154/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2011/04/fericirea-e-o-picatura-de-apa-cade-in.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/1352900376763584154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Dispare treptat în cer,&lt;br /&gt;În pădure se aud şoapte,&lt;br /&gt;Prin văzduh se plimbă vesele,&lt;br /&gt;Păsarele călătoare,&lt;br /&gt;Rândunele ce abia au învatat sa zboare,&lt;br /&gt;Se întorc din ţări,&lt;br /&gt;În ale lor cuiburi lăsate,&lt;br /&gt;Când au început zăpezile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inima-mi e ca natura,&lt;br /&gt;Simt cum pulsează mai tare,&lt;br /&gt;Se trezeste din amortire,&lt;br /&gt;Ascultă zgomotele toate,&lt;br /&gt;Se pierde în frumuseţea vestitorilor,&lt;br /&gt;Adoră mirosul zambilelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Încet, încet  ostaşii pădurii revin la viaţă,&lt;br /&gt;veveriţele aleargă după mâncarea de astă toamnă,&lt;br /&gt;Sub pătura înghetată.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primăvara e anotimpul ce ne arată,&lt;br /&gt;Că oricât ar fi de greu în viaţă,&lt;br /&gt;Şi oricâte lacrimi am avea pe faţă,&lt;br /&gt;Tot timpul vom găsi puterea,&lt;br /&gt;Să iesim la suprafaţă,&lt;br /&gt;Precum ghioceii din zăpadă...</content><link rel='replies' 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ma distrez cu ei,&lt;br /&gt;Sa rad, sa plang,&lt;br /&gt;Sa alerg, sa risc,&lt;br /&gt;Sa fac tot ce vreau,&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce nu am facut pana atunci,&lt;br /&gt;Sa fie o zi cat un an,&lt;br /&gt;Si sa traiesc fiecare moment,&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum vreau,&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum simt,&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu ma impiedice nimic,&lt;br /&gt;Sa uit de toti si toate,&lt;br /&gt;Sa fiu eu cum sunt in realitate,&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu ma ascund,&lt;br /&gt;Sa dau totul pe fata,&lt;br /&gt;Sa traiesc o parte dintr-o alta viata..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primavara ma inspira,&lt;br /&gt;Ea ma admira,&lt;br /&gt;Ador ghioceii,&lt;br /&gt;E anotimpul meu,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt vestitorul primaverii,&lt;br /&gt;Si asa cum mi-a zis cineva:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sa nu uiti asta&lt;br /&gt;Primavara incepe cu tine&lt;br /&gt;Si ziua asta e doar a ta&lt;br /&gt;Bucura-te de ea&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/7194404064142149180/comments/default' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-688037490776665736</id><published>2011-03-01T01:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T02:23:27.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caut...</title><content type='html'>Ceva se intampla,&lt;br /&gt;Versurile imi aluneca,&lt;br /&gt;Rima scapa de pe buze,&lt;br /&gt;Afara e bezna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimi inghetate cad din cer,&lt;br /&gt;E pustiu, sinistru,&lt;br /&gt;E ger...&lt;br /&gt;O lacrima curge pe obraz,&lt;br /&gt;Imi ingheata fata,&lt;br /&gt;Inima refuza sa mai bata,&lt;br /&gt;Trupul ramane stana,&lt;br /&gt;Se prabuseste ca o piatra,&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul a parasit corpul,&lt;br /&gt;Materia a murit,&lt;br /&gt;Energia s-a ridicat,&lt;br /&gt;A luat o alta forma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se uita inapoi,&lt;br /&gt;Cu regret,&lt;br /&gt;Ca la un lucru de mult uitat,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca au trecut 5 minute,&lt;br /&gt;Nu se intoarce,&lt;br /&gt;Vrea sa strige,&lt;br /&gt;Nu poate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleaca spulberand tot in cale,&lt;br /&gt;Tulbura linistita noapte,&lt;br /&gt;Apoi se pierde in neant,&lt;br /&gt;Cautand pace,&lt;br /&gt;Un loc sa se joace...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/688037490776665736/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2011/03/caut.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/688037490776665736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/688037490776665736'/><link 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praf de luna,&lt;br /&gt;Un fel de matraguna,&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu a trupului,&lt;br /&gt;Ci a sufletului,&lt;br /&gt;E cea mai puternica arma,&lt;br /&gt;Sa schimbi tot in liniste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El o amesteca cu apa,&lt;br /&gt;O bea toata,&lt;br /&gt;Lumea pentru el nu mai exista,&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea pierduta,&lt;br /&gt;Inchide ochii,&lt;br /&gt;Mai respira odata,&lt;br /&gt;Pamantul in juru-i se crapa,&lt;br /&gt;Planetele se evapora,&lt;br /&gt;Universul inghitit de apa,&lt;br /&gt;Trupul a disparut,&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul s-a dezintegrat,&lt;br /&gt;A murit dublu,&lt;br /&gt;Iar in urma a lasat,&lt;br /&gt;Un singur cuvant:&quot;plecat&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu plange,&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu rade,&lt;br /&gt;El a fost o iluzie,&lt;br /&gt;Nu a existat...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/8628629443983299730/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-4665407947519769852</id><published>2010-11-13T19:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:17:24.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Schimbarea</title><content type='html'>Ce s-a intamplat?&lt;br /&gt;De ce m-am schimbat?&lt;br /&gt;Cum am ajuns asa?&lt;br /&gt;Oare ma mai pot intoarce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mintea e un lucru pretios,&lt;br /&gt;Cu care nu te poti juca&lt;br /&gt;Dar eu am incercat ceva,&lt;br /&gt;Sa dezvolt un autocontrol perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un timp a functionat,&lt;br /&gt;Si nu m-a afectat&lt;br /&gt;Dar balanta brusc s-a dezechilibrat&lt;br /&gt;Si a inceput sa atace toata fiinta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul l-a transformat&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un cod cifrat&lt;br /&gt;Doar de minte inteles&lt;br /&gt;Stergand orice urma de sentiment&lt;br /&gt;Sau ideea de a gandi cu inima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si frumusel eu am ajuns,&lt;br /&gt;Sa fiu foarte calculat,&lt;br /&gt;Sa port masti frumos colorate&lt;br /&gt;Iar in suflet e durere si razboi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De inceput incepi usor&lt;br /&gt;Si daca nu esti atent&lt;br /&gt;Imediat poti calca gresit&lt;br /&gt;Iar prapastia te si inghite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum trebuie sa caut in arhive,&lt;br /&gt;Sa cercetez totul de la capat,&lt;br /&gt;Sa incep incet, incet&lt;br /&gt;Drumul de intoarcere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desi e un drum incalcit&lt;br /&gt;Plin de pietre si arid&lt;br /&gt;Pana la urma tot voi scapa&lt;br /&gt;Si voi reveni la starea mea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai maturizat, cu lectia invatata&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu mai repet gresala&lt;br /&gt;Si sa reinvat ce am uitat&lt;br /&gt;Sa iubesc si sa gandesc cu inima...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/4665407947519769852/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2010/11/schimbarea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/4665407947519769852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/4665407947519769852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2010/11/schimbarea.html' title='Schimbarea'/><author><name>the ghost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06141199938390542559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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mari oameni&lt;br /&gt;Ce ne-au lasat inaintea sa&lt;br /&gt;Si au refacut in  ceruri&lt;br /&gt;Un cenaclu minunat&lt;br /&gt;Care marele poet viata i-a suflat&lt;br /&gt;Si aici pe pamant, undeva in trecut&lt;br /&gt;El se chema glorios Cenaclul Flacara&lt;br /&gt;Care atatia ani a incantat&lt;br /&gt;Si in minti lumina a facut&lt;br /&gt;Pentru un popor intreg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumim maestre ca ai existat&lt;br /&gt;Acum toata tara iti aduce intr-un glas&lt;br /&gt;Un ultim omagiu versificat&lt;br /&gt;Plangandu-ti despartirea...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/6925369483401826313/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-memoriam-adrian-paunescu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-4739448264677506423</id><published>2010-08-03T19:07:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:13:16.729+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blocat</title><content type='html'>As..As vrea sa scriu ceva,&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu ma lasa inima.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ce s-a intamplat,&lt;br /&gt;Inspiratia m-a lasat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o ceta deasa am intrat,&lt;br /&gt;De unde nu stiu sa scap,&lt;br /&gt;Pur si simplu m-am blocat,&lt;br /&gt;Parca totul in jurul meu e daramat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumea unde ma refugiam,&lt;br /&gt;Era muzica, dar nu mai e asa,&lt;br /&gt;Parca versuriletrec pe langa mine,&lt;br /&gt;Melodia trece prin mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am devenit monoton,&lt;br /&gt;Acum sunt doar un simplu om,&lt;br /&gt;Scliprea undeva am incuiat,&lt;br /&gt;Iar acum pierduta-i cheia de la lacat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa pot trece usor,&lt;br /&gt;Sa pot din nou sa zbor,&lt;br /&gt;In inaltul cerului curat,&lt;br /&gt;De nimeni deranjat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect sa ma refac,&lt;br /&gt;dar aripile mi-au taiat,&lt;br /&gt;Osanda pe pamant mi-au dat,&lt;br /&gt;De unde sa nu plec niciodat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decat daca voi reusi vreodat,&lt;br /&gt;Singur sa gasec cheia fermecata,&lt;br /&gt;Sa rup vraja blestemata,&lt;br /&gt;Si sa revin la viata..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/4739448264677506423/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2010/08/blocat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Ploaia</title><content type='html'>De fiecare data cand ploua&lt;br /&gt;Imi vin in minte niste intrebari,&lt;br /&gt;Cum ar fii:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce este ploaia?&lt;br /&gt;Ce face ea?&lt;br /&gt;De ce imi place ea?&lt;br /&gt;Cum a luat nastere ea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul, dupa lungi meditari,&lt;br /&gt;Intamplari simtite,&lt;br /&gt;Clipe petrecute,&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns sa imi raspund la ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ploaia e un suflet ratacit,&lt;br /&gt;Singur in infinit,&lt;br /&gt;El nastere a luat,&lt;br /&gt;In urma unor suferinte de neindurat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea imi e a doua mama,&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata nu ma paraseste,&lt;br /&gt;Tot timpul langa mine este,&lt;br /&gt;Si de mine se ingrijeste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand sunt suparat,&lt;br /&gt;Apare din neant,&lt;br /&gt;Si imediat ma inveseleste,&lt;br /&gt;Fara sa prind de veste,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacrima de pe obraz imi sterge,&lt;br /&gt;Cu caldura ma imbratiseaza,&lt;br /&gt;Ale ei brate de apa,&lt;br /&gt;Incolore dar nemarginite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma protejeaza, sunt ca o pavaza,&lt;br /&gt;Ce ma fereste de griji,&lt;br /&gt;Problemele dispar,&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand imi scalda fata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapid ma linisteste,&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul imi incalzeste,&lt;br /&gt;Am nevoie de ea,&lt;br /&gt;Sa-i simt atingerea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urasc cand seceta,&lt;br /&gt;Ma indeparteaza de ea,&lt;br /&gt;Imi ascunde fata sa,&lt;br /&gt;imediat mi se face dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E elementul meu,&lt;br /&gt;O parte din ce sunt eu,&lt;br /&gt;Si niciodata nu voi renunta,&lt;br /&gt;La ea si ceea ce inseamna ea..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/3253758473834549165/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2010/07/ploaia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Bestia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Ma simt doborat,&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt la pamant,&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai pot continua,&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma mai pot ridica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simt ca nimeni nu ma poate ajuta,&lt;br /&gt;Simt cum trece peste mine vremea,&lt;br /&gt;Fara ca eu sa pot face ceva,&lt;br /&gt;Nici macar nu pot striga&lt;br /&gt;Sa mi se intinda o mana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singur sunt blocat,&lt;br /&gt;Undeva uitat,&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un colt intunecat,&lt;br /&gt;Fara nimic apropiat,&lt;br /&gt;Fara un inger curat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul mi s-a ratacit,&lt;br /&gt;Inima mi-a impietrit,&lt;br /&gt;Pierd incet dar bine,&lt;br /&gt;Ce a mai ramas omenesc in mine,&lt;br /&gt;Traind singur, fara nimeni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timpul m-a schimbat,&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o bestie m-am transformat,&lt;br /&gt;De oameni nu sunt suportat,&lt;br /&gt;Toti de mine au uitat,&lt;br /&gt;Ca am fost om si eu odata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimic nu ma mai poate alina,&lt;br /&gt;Durerea mi-a distrus lumea,&lt;br /&gt;Nici praful nu a mai ramas din ea,&lt;br /&gt;Decat.. doar.. amintirea.. mea&lt;br /&gt;Ca a existat candva..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nici dragostea nu mai poate face ceva,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu e nimeni sa o dea,&lt;br /&gt;Celui ce are nevoie de ea,&lt;br /&gt;Fara a conta natura sa,&lt;br /&gt;De om sau altceva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu daca cineva,&lt;br /&gt;M-ar mai putea schimba,&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma readuca cum am fost candva.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu cui i-ar mai pasa,&lt;br /&gt;de cel ce acum e bestia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0-xhhMtzKxEMkIW6cyYNNFlfu8iMflV4BOLJTujxQ8GoFd76sy6weOW0OHuCXjERA2kMyy0lGZjlt2Biy0QZCG00TWZJdpL0ZpwbqiMVAQJrBFrQZX3yxVK9nIx9k8mIXLllE2rSJQ74/s1600/0004a6xx.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img 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width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-2740334270074984600</id><published>2010-07-23T23:23:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:22:18.225+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Stau si ma intreb cateodata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Daca locul meu e in aceasta lume patata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;De ura, dusmanie, suferinta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Plina de oameni fara constiinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Unde cuvantul Te Iubesc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Nu mai e ceva ceresc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Ci doar un simplu lucru pamantesc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Folosit prostesc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;De acesti oameni fara constiinta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Plini de invidie, dusmanie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Si....Fara credinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Ce ingroapa sufletele celor ce traiesc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Si Dreptatea, Iubirea o cinstesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Dar totusi traiesc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;In mijlocul acestor bestii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Din prezentul nefiresc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Ce pare din alta galaxie cazut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Nu facut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Din sufletele celor din trecut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Care viata si-au sacrificat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Pentru o lume mai buna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Nu pentru aceasta furtuna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Spulberand viata cat ai clipi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Facand-o doar o umbra..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Pana si soarele isi schimba fata calduroasa si blanda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Intr-o fata arzatoare si hada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Facand totul un desert,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Omorand fiinte incet...., incet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Luna ce negura o alunga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Si calauza celor pierduti era,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Acum se stinge incet, incet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Coborand peste planeta un vesnic inghet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Alungand stelele de pe cer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Invaluind totul in mister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Aratand ca nimic nu e efemer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Viata insasi fiind un mister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Inteles dor de cei ce ies din negrul sever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Si merg cu gandul mai departe de cer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Rezolvand enigme ce cer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;O viata si jumate de inger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Pierduta in neant fara de folos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Pentru cei multi ce pier..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/2740334270074984600/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2010/07/revolta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/2740334270074984600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/2740334270074984600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2010/07/revolta.html' title='Revolta'/><author><name>the ghost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06141199938390542559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-6789137827049767724</id><published>2010-07-23T22:50:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:22:06.383+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Visul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHYN2iOxkDrNgfoNzsAO4pkUVSWQfdwmZXfH5B_sT5PkG-oxVFez-Yd-TUfxXuyLPxSiX5DT4YvwvyIzC04td-EtvcEmzdxrZ474Ih560Hwj-9GgjwvUVjgR_uYP6sOgg0u_WSDyjx6w/s1600/clip_image0012.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHYN2iOxkDrNgfoNzsAO4pkUVSWQfdwmZXfH5B_sT5PkG-oxVFez-Yd-TUfxXuyLPxSiX5DT4YvwvyIzC04td-EtvcEmzdxrZ474Ih560Hwj-9GgjwvUVjgR_uYP6sOgg0u_WSDyjx6w/s320/clip_image0012.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497197785329566146&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;De ce ma uit la stele si ma simt singur?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;De ce linistea noptii ma intristeaza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;De ce nu reusesc sa fiu fericit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;De ce totul se sfarseste subit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Seara cand ma uit la stele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Imi doresc ca una dintre ele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Dintr-o constelatie indepartata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Sa coboare pe pamant de indata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Sa se arate ca fata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Cu fata-i alba si imbujorata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Ochii de smarald stralucesc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;In adancul sufletului privesc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Parul de culoarea ambrei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Inchisa de veacurile trecute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Buzele gustul rodiei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Pielea cu mirosul iasomiei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Cu rochia ei neagra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Din matase pura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Zambeste cu caldura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Coboara de pe soclul ei de platina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Paseste, spre mine vine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;In ochii mei priveste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Ma ia de mana, vreau sa vorbesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Imi sopteste sa nu ma grabesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Ma saruta, e divin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;E unic, nu pot uita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;O sarut, continuam asa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;In minte imi incolteste intrebarea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Sa fie ea tot ce am visat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Sa fie adevarat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;Se opreste, se uita la mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;La ureche imi sopteste:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Acum e doar un vis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Eu sunt un inger trimis,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Sa nu te las sa pierzi speranta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;La un moment dat va veni si ea.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;In viata reala va aparea,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Atunci cand va veni vremea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Acolo o vei avea,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Si viata iti va lumina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Dar cu ardoare nu o astepta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Traieste-ti viata fara ea,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Iar cand vei fi in viata ingropat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Intr-un tunel surpat,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Ea te va ajuta,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-style: italic; text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Va fi salvarea ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;luminita ce va aparea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;din senin in viata ta. &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Inca o divina sarutare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Imi dadu drumul la mana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Aripile si le deschise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Si dispare incet in zare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Ma trezesc de dimineata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Rasaritul bate la fereastra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Ma gandesc la ce am visat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;La ingerul ce mi s-a aratat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Tind sa cred ca e adevarat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Ca nu doar am visat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Totul asa se va intampla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Atunci cand va veni vremea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/6789137827049767724/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2010/07/visul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/6789137827049767724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-6037821050138797670</id><published>2010-07-14T09:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:26:54.918+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantoma</title><content type='html'>Totul e pierdut, trecut..&lt;br /&gt;Procesul a inceput&lt;br /&gt;E ceva ce nu pot schimba&lt;br /&gt;Ii spun simplu, autodistrugerea mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu fiecare zi ce trece&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul mi se impietreste&lt;br /&gt;De dezamagiri multe&lt;br /&gt;Persoane pierdute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simt cum trupul se transforma&lt;br /&gt;Incet, treptat, treptat..&lt;br /&gt;Devine din ce in ce mai sters&lt;br /&gt;Aproape de neobservat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trece de la material&lt;br /&gt;La ceva supranatural&lt;br /&gt;Lucru de neinteles&lt;br /&gt;Pentru cei ce nu gandesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultima scara este,&lt;br /&gt;A evolutiei terestre&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu una fericita&lt;br /&gt;Ci foarte posomorata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu isi dorestee&lt;br /&gt;Sa fie un suflet ce rataceste&lt;br /&gt;Sa traiasca pentru cei din jur&lt;br /&gt;Nu doar pentru el singur,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar uite ca totusi exista&lt;br /&gt;Acesti oameni fara frica&lt;br /&gt;De o transformare enorma&lt;br /&gt;De a deveni fara forma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curand se va termina&lt;br /&gt;Completa va fi transformarea mea&lt;br /&gt;Singur voi bantui planeta&lt;br /&gt;Pana ce lumea se va termina...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/6037821050138797670/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2010/07/fantoma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/6037821050138797670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/6037821050138797670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2010/07/fantoma.html' title='Fantoma'/><author><name>the ghost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06141199938390542559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-3280554232547177924</id><published>2010-07-12T01:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:34:15.231+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prietenii</title><content type='html'>Nu stiu parca imi e dor de ce a fost,&lt;br /&gt;Parca totul e fara rost&lt;br /&gt;Parca dintr-un somn lung m-am trezit&lt;br /&gt;Si in jur cand am privit&lt;br /&gt;Nu am mai gsit ce am lasat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totul e transformat&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu mai sunt la fel&lt;br /&gt;Prietenii s-au schimbat&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai e cum a fost odat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand eram toti si radeam&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu conta, noi nu il simteam&lt;br /&gt;Caci impreuna eram,&lt;br /&gt;Tot timplu palavrageam&lt;br /&gt;Despre vrute si nevrute&lt;br /&gt;Despre luna, despre stele&lt;br /&gt;Universurile tacute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totul treptat a incetat&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare pe un drum a plecat&lt;br /&gt;Destramand intregul ce s-a format&lt;br /&gt;Lasand locul unde ne strangeam&lt;br /&gt;Trist, singur, de tacere inconjurat&lt;br /&gt;Dar pastrand amprenta&lt;br /&gt;ca noi acolo am stat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau ca tot ce s-a intamplat&lt;br /&gt;sa nu ramana doar amintiri..&lt;br /&gt;In trecutul indepartat&lt;br /&gt;sa devina iar prezent&lt;br /&gt;Sa se intoarca urmele ce au plecat&lt;br /&gt;In locul ce s-au adunat odata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De unde sa nu mai plece niciodata&lt;br /&gt;Toti formeaza un tot,&lt;br /&gt;Totul inseamna toti,&lt;br /&gt;Price s-ar intampla&lt;br /&gt;noi vom ramane tot asa</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/3280554232547177924/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2010/07/prietenii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/3280554232547177924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/3280554232547177924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2010/07/prietenii.html' title='Prietenii'/><author><name>the ghost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06141199938390542559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-6289317586661203693</id><published>2010-04-09T09:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:53:33.668+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ea</title><content type='html'>Gandul in alte parti mi-a zburat&lt;br /&gt;Dar niciodata nu am uitat&lt;br /&gt;Ce a fost si ce a insemnat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tot sper in continuare&lt;br /&gt;Ca la un moment dat&lt;br /&gt;Printre miile de flori ale marii&lt;br /&gt;O voi revedea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pura si nepatata&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum a fost odata&lt;br /&gt;Si o voi tine in maini&lt;br /&gt;Bucata lipsa se va completa&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu mi-ao va mai lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odata ce partea lipsa a completat&lt;br /&gt;Intregul s-a renascut&lt;br /&gt;Iar folarea alta forma va lua&lt;br /&gt;Se va transforma in ea..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/6289317586661203693/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2010/07/ea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/6289317586661203693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/6289317586661203693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2010/07/ea.html' title='Ea'/><author><name>the ghost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06141199938390542559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-4351830696725052526</id><published>2010-04-09T08:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:45:31.013+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Regretul si trecutul</title><content type='html'>Din ale marii valuri&lt;br /&gt;O floare am ales&lt;br /&gt;Ce nu era ala la fel&lt;br /&gt;Nici ca miros sau vreo culoare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era unica-n splendoarea ei divina&lt;br /&gt;Perfecta si inocenta&lt;br /&gt;Nu avea nici o vina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar ca natura a creat&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta floare unicat&lt;br /&gt;Din materie fina si fragila&lt;br /&gt;Ce usor poate fii influentata&lt;br /&gt;De apa prea sarata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu am ingrijito cat de bine am putut&lt;br /&gt;Cat de bine am stiut&lt;br /&gt;Insa s-a intamplat ceva&lt;br /&gt;la care nu m-am asteptat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa privesc ca la o piesa&lt;br /&gt;Ca si cum de mine nu ar fii legat&lt;br /&gt;Insa curand am realizat&lt;br /&gt;Ca n-am visat si totul e adevarat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scena a disparut&lt;br /&gt;Actorii au plecat&lt;br /&gt;In timp real am reintrat&lt;br /&gt;Ca si cum nici nu am fost plecat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar toate reale au fost&lt;br /&gt;Nu doar o iluzie a mintii mele&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare rau pentru ruptura ce s-a creat&lt;br /&gt;Pana si prietenia s-a destramat&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate ca am incercat&lt;br /&gt;Sa fac cuvintele sa zboare ca la inceput&lt;br /&gt;Cand abia ne-am cunoscut&lt;br /&gt;Dar.. tu nu ai vrut.. sau nua ai putut..&lt;br /&gt;Dintr-un motiv ce si acum imi e ascuns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De atunci peste tot ce s-a intamplat&lt;br /&gt;S-a lasat.. tacerea..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/4351830696725052526/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2010/04/regretul-si-trecutul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/4351830696725052526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/4351830696725052526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2010/04/regretul-si-trecutul.html' title='Regretul si trecutul'/><author><name>the ghost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06141199938390542559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-421595941392745812</id><published>2009-10-11T09:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:08:38.899+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oameni ai artelor</title><content type='html'>Timpul a trecut&lt;br /&gt;Marile valori in negura vremii s-au pierdut&lt;br /&gt;Oameni ce istorie au facut&lt;br /&gt;Putrezesc acum in cimitirul mut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artisti ce universul au cantat&lt;br /&gt;Actori ce trecut, prezent si viitor pe scena au jucat&lt;br /&gt;Poeti ce lumii necuvantatoare viata au dat&lt;br /&gt;Pictori ce lumea intreaga pe apnza au imortalizat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multi in mocirla i-au bagat&lt;br /&gt;Si nu au apreciat&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce ei au creat&lt;br /&gt;Pana ce de pe pamant ei au plecat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu sufletu impacat&lt;br /&gt;Ca tot ce au creat nu va fii uitat&lt;br /&gt;Macar de cei ce in timpul vietii i-au apreciat&lt;br /&gt;Admirand talentul ce le-a fost dat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceia ce l-a timp i-au laudat&lt;br /&gt;Duc mai departe ceea ce de la ei au invatat&lt;br /&gt;Creatii ce simturile au incantat&lt;br /&gt;Si de la inceputuri mentalitati au schimbat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul au bucurat&lt;br /&gt;Acesti oameni ce au plecat&lt;br /&gt;Lasandu-ne ce au realizat&lt;br /&gt;Pentru a nu uita ca au existat..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/421595941392745812/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2009/10/oameni-ai-artelor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-9150973613502721666</id><published>2009-05-30T07:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:22:41.355+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrificiul si Remuscarea</title><content type='html'>Singur sunt in noaptea rece si uda&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandesc la tot ce mi se intampla&lt;br /&gt;In prezentul stricat si trecutul uitat&lt;br /&gt;In care nu am lasat nici o urma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prin viata ca un fulger am trecut&lt;br /&gt;Facandu-ma nevazut&lt;br /&gt;Ochilor ce langa mine au fost ca sa vada&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta fiinta stricata, nehotarata si bleaga&lt;br /&gt;Ce pentru altii s-a zbatut&lt;br /&gt;uitandu-se pe sine undeva in trecut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum in aceasta tainica noapte,&lt;br /&gt;Imi vin toate in minte ca niste soaptee&lt;br /&gt;Rostite de constiinta patata ce poarta o rana adanca&lt;br /&gt;Facute de propriile lui fapte, negandite, idioate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care cursul vietii i-au schimbat&lt;br /&gt;Devenind ceea cu adevarat este&lt;br /&gt;Nu ce crede el ca este&lt;br /&gt;Fiind omul caruia i se pare ca alta viata iroseste&lt;br /&gt;Dar amarnic greseste&lt;br /&gt;Caci propria-i viata isi iroseste&lt;br /&gt;Care si asa scurta mai este..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ploaia ce de fereastra se loveste&lt;br /&gt;Ritmic apasat, pare ca ii vorbestee&lt;br /&gt;Despre tristetea ce incet, incet il copleseste&lt;br /&gt;Vrand sa spele acea pata ce pe constiinta lui este..&lt;br /&gt;Facand din el un om ce bucuria fiecarei zile o traieste&lt;br /&gt;Eliberat de constiinta patata ce acum straluceste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In adancul sufletului pe sine se regaseste&lt;br /&gt;Viata din nou de la capat isi construieste&lt;br /&gt;Aducand in prezent tot ceea ce iubeste&lt;br /&gt;Ca pasarea pheonix, ce din propria-i cenusa traieste,&lt;br /&gt;Pana ce lumea se sfarseste</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/9150973613502721666/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2009/05/sacrificiul-si-remuscarea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/9150973613502721666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/9150973613502721666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2009/05/sacrificiul-si-remuscarea.html' title='Sacrificiul si Remuscarea'/><author><name>the ghost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06141199938390542559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329643098690290147.post-1727451579680901183</id><published>2009-04-16T03:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:59:46.743+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Padurea</title><content type='html'>Stau singurel in padurea ce canta&lt;br /&gt;Privesc apa turquaz, limpede, adanca&lt;br /&gt;O ascult cum murmura,&lt;br /&gt;Cantecul ce de atatea veacuri il canta&lt;br /&gt;Martorul mut a tot ce se intampla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasarile vazduhului se opresc sa-l auda&lt;br /&gt;Vandul cu glasul de aur sufland&lt;br /&gt;Prin crengile uscate- verzi&lt;br /&gt;ale strajerilor, ma incanta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acesta e corul padurii&lt;br /&gt;Ce de la nastere canta&lt;br /&gt;incantt auzul celui ce stie sa-l auda&lt;br /&gt;Fermecant inimile celor ce se opresc si asculta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacat ca aceasta lume crescand&lt;br /&gt;A uitat... Sa-l mai auda</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/feeds/1727451579680901183/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2009/04/padurea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/1727451579680901183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7329643098690290147/posts/default/1727451579680901183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poartatimpului.blogspot.com/2009/04/padurea.html' title='Padurea'/><author><name>the ghost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06141199938390542559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpUUGWeqDV0Ki-XieussYEZgdmaT12XGLmOicRdCgPXuMAJJKVYG_wv1t_4z9z-03hrmUmCyxycJqiFzqOQ4_DJFQJWslHq3yIVc2Hyx_mnB3e6maBTcnRiOdytzo3zw/s220/DSC01934.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>