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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIBSXozcSp7ImA9WhRUFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428645570651086139</id><updated>2012-01-27T02:19:18.489+02:00</updated><category term="ebook" /><category term="prestashop" /><title>Scandura</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scandura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://scandura.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>PuideZmeu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919414572808563984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Scandura" /><feedburner:info uri="scandura" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4DRXY4fCp7ImA9WhRWEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428645570651086139.post-1203066016743499200</id><published>2011-12-13T18:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:22:54.834+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-28T14:22:54.834+02:00</app:edited><title>Amintiri de nea</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scandura.blogspot.com/feeds/1203066016743499200/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428645570651086139&amp;postID=1203066016743499200" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/1203066016743499200?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/1203066016743499200?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Scandura/~3/M7TX2b_Wkmo/amintiri-de-nea.html" title="Amintiri de nea" /><author><name>PuideZmeu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919414572808563984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Vine o iarnă ca'n povești
Cu un omăt sadea pe stradă
Căci pașii nu mi'i mai găsesc
În stratul nins de astă noapte.

Cu nerăbdare mă îmbrac,
Și'mi iau cam tot ce pot pe mine,
Din fugă'mi pun fularu' tatei
Și ies pe poarta din grădină.

Copii cu fețe'mbujorate
Și căciuli tare'ndesate
Se avântă în zăpada
Proaspăt ninsă peste noapte.

Și ne dăm pe dig cu sănii
Și strigăm ca apucații,
Când babele își 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Kh_u9yhVLApY2vncqYCSsR1LQ0Y/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Kh_u9yhVLApY2vncqYCSsR1LQ0Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Kh_u9yhVLApY2vncqYCSsR1LQ0Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Kh_u9yhVLApY2vncqYCSsR1LQ0Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Scandura/~4/M7TX2b_Wkmo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://scandura.blogspot.com/2011/12/amintiri-de-nea.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEGRX04cCp7ImA9WhdbF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428645570651086139.post-5427440141604985040</id><published>2011-10-15T22:23:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:23:44.338+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-15T22:23:44.338+03:00</app:edited><title>Cânt</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scandura.blogspot.com/feeds/5427440141604985040/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428645570651086139&amp;postID=5427440141604985040" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/5427440141604985040?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/5427440141604985040?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Scandura/~3/-9fVF2lOc4M/cant.html" title="Cânt" /><author><name>PuideZmeu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919414572808563984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Trăiesc o'ntreagă plajăplină de iubireSub un apus de soarecu tine lângă mineCând sunt scăldat de apăîn urma'mi de pe talpăCare-a călcat nisipulce ne atârnă'n soare....și mă'mbăiez cu tine și cu a noastră fatăși scriu un vraf de visedin astele cuvinteiar tu ca o sirenăși ca a mea zeițămă ții al tău în brațeși mă săruți pe pleoape.Căci viața e frumoasă,chiar când este tristăIar eu îți fac din 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tm-8dKiy8hV09cA3Ws7UUkjN4jQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tm-8dKiy8hV09cA3Ws7UUkjN4jQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Scandura/~4/cwY7acO_NmM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://scandura.blogspot.com/2011/02/gand.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8BRHoyfSp7ImA9WxFXEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428645570651086139.post-8599647903655422467</id><published>2010-05-05T15:43:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:34:15.495+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-19T09:34:15.495+03:00</app:edited><title>să fim</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scandura.blogspot.com/feeds/8599647903655422467/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428645570651086139&amp;postID=8599647903655422467" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/8599647903655422467?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/8599647903655422467?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Scandura/~3/6tLMRWOOT6g/sa-fim.html" title="să fim" /><author><name>PuideZmeu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919414572808563984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">să fi un tu în forma care îţi convine,să simţi plăcere, în mişcarea ta,fi precum un zeu ce îşi doreşte clipa,fi acel ceva pe care îl visai.doreste'ţi ce'i mai bine, să curgă întru tinefi un armăsar, în veşnica lumină,străbate tot în viaţă cu pieptul la'nfruntatşi gustă din tristeţe, că ai ce învăţa.fi un copil cu minte ce-aleargă pe hotareîmpletindu'şi firea cu razele de soarefi stapânul tău 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_nt1gD8LekfYhBg9ku98TIf6QkM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_nt1gD8LekfYhBg9ku98TIf6QkM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Scandura/~4/6tLMRWOOT6g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://scandura.blogspot.com/2010/05/sa-fim.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQNSHw7fCp7ImA9WxFTEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428645570651086139.post-6591622162807805830</id><published>2010-03-31T01:20:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T11:19:59.204+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-02T11:19:59.204+03:00</app:edited><title>fluturi de mătase</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scandura.blogspot.com/feeds/6591622162807805830/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428645570651086139&amp;postID=6591622162807805830" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/6591622162807805830?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/6591622162807805830?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Scandura/~3/M1h8ypvbkz8/fluturi-de-matase.html" title="fluturi de mătase" /><author><name>PuideZmeu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919414572808563984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">îmi pun simțiri, într-un fuior de moscși-l dau la tors în fiecare zi,prinzând în el bilete de amorîn care te-am pictat cu-acorduri de viori.în fiecare zi mai plăsmuiesc un firpe care îl deșir din propria-mi mătasepulsând în do minor vibrații netrunchiateprin care îți închin întreaga astă viață.te respir iubind, prin orice gest de viaţăcă-mi ești un dor, femeie, când te aud zâmbindtu mă-mplinești 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yyf4INXxhGtkOUR2LNn1v1mtNK0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yyf4INXxhGtkOUR2LNn1v1mtNK0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Scandura/~4/M1h8ypvbkz8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://scandura.blogspot.com/2010/03/fluturi-de-matase.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMQXc-eSp7ImA9WxFXEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428645570651086139.post-2811207188065776370</id><published>2010-03-31T00:09:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:39:40.951+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-19T09:39:40.951+03:00</app:edited><title>pe jos spre infinitul meu</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scandura.blogspot.com/feeds/2811207188065776370/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428645570651086139&amp;postID=2811207188065776370" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/2811207188065776370?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/2811207188065776370?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Scandura/~3/m4BFIVBHS54/pe-jos-spre-infinititul-meu.html" title="pe jos spre infinitul meu" /><author><name>PuideZmeu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919414572808563984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">mersi, un mulțumesc mi se rostogolii în gură în timp ce mestecam o caramea. am mai primit și azi un sarut,  o pereche de șlapi şi şosete pline de iubire ce le purtam prin casă. O lume, atât de caldă...de fapt lumea e plină de magie, e în noi şi'n fiecare, uite... priveam cu ochii mari, fără cuvinte pe măsură...e ca și cum pe negândite, neașteptate, în față, se materializează tot ce ți-ai dorit și
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QimmwDfoh2FJNCY-84Zxwph4S-U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QimmwDfoh2FJNCY-84Zxwph4S-U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Scandura/~4/m4BFIVBHS54" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://scandura.blogspot.com/2010/03/pe-jos-spre-infinititul-meu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcHQHo7cCp7ImA9WxBXGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428645570651086139.post-6715971837880616483</id><published>2010-01-30T01:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T02:07:11.408+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-30T02:07:11.408+02:00</app:edited><title>sacra deus laudamus</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scandura.blogspot.com/feeds/6715971837880616483/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428645570651086139&amp;postID=6715971837880616483" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/6715971837880616483?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/6715971837880616483?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Scandura/~3/hkFa2m7-LhA/sacra-deus-laudamus.html" title="sacra deus laudamus" /><author><name>PuideZmeu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919414572808563984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Mi-e o poftă a-ți degusta papile îndrăznețe, să le alint prin mângâieri latine și să-ți colind prin cavități orgasme, senzații rupte din tenebrul soare, să te cuprind în brațele-mi flămânde de frământări benigne și să te strâng la piept când te sărut pe limbă ș-apoi încet mă las spre gâtul de dorințe, din care-ți mușc pe plac râvnirea ce-i în mine, căci te doresc flămând și mă perind într-una 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gDkfwW9BmzyzZnrOfzbAw8NrH-Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gDkfwW9BmzyzZnrOfzbAw8NrH-Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Scandura/~4/hkFa2m7-LhA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://scandura.blogspot.com/2010/01/sacra-deus-laudamus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4HRng6eip7ImA9WxBXFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428645570651086139.post-1735517920226775225</id><published>2010-01-26T21:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:22:17.612+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-26T23:22:17.612+02:00</app:edited><title>Sancta</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scandura.blogspot.com/feeds/1735517920226775225/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428645570651086139&amp;postID=1735517920226775225" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/1735517920226775225?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/1735517920226775225?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Scandura/~3/QaUAvuWsrRg/sancta.html" title="Sancta" /><author><name>PuideZmeu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919414572808563984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">te simt iubire, cum te cuibărești în minecum stai atât de caldă, culcată întru minecând te cuprind în brațe și mă-nvârt cu tineținându-te la piept căci mi-e atât de bineși te iubesc.ador când mă răsfeți cu ochii tăi albaștrisau când m-atingi în palmă cu degetele-ți finecă savurez momentul cu-ntreaga mea ființăsimtind tandrețea-ți caldă când mă topesc cu tineși te iubesc.absorb cu desfătare 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y1oeVjyoYfcuQAZteT1RRsn2SQw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y1oeVjyoYfcuQAZteT1RRsn2SQw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Scandura/~4/QaUAvuWsrRg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://scandura.blogspot.com/2010/01/sancta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AMQ3Y9cCp7ImA9Wx9UGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428645570651086139.post-65390195335698207</id><published>2010-01-25T21:15:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:23:02.868+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-16T12:23:02.868+02:00</app:edited><title>Despre iubire si alti monstrii</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scandura.blogspot.com/feeds/65390195335698207/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428645570651086139&amp;postID=65390195335698207" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/65390195335698207?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/65390195335698207?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Scandura/~3/DyOl3s8u2Ss/despre-iubire-si-alti-monstrii.html" title="Despre iubire si alti monstrii" /><author><name>PuideZmeu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919414572808563984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">demult eu scriu din mine, părți ce mă descriupe care le atârn, trunchiat, pe un postav,clipind fără-ncetare la clipa ce-o să viemergând ca un școlar la seminar.și nu demult am învățat iubireacitind din beci un vechi abecedarpe care mi l-ai dăruit tu miepe când un orb străjer, eram de gardă mie.am învățat să cresc și să-mi ascult ființace mi-a adus în suflet o lume de luminăși astfel m-am văzut 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HwBiha0rRWa8jujrwBRWoV95ZxA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HwBiha0rRWa8jujrwBRWoV95ZxA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Scandura/~4/1y6nJ2OmqeI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://scandura.blogspot.com/2010/01/iubeste.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEINRXszcSp7ImA9WxBXEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428645570651086139.post-5563637863613808529</id><published>2010-01-12T17:00:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:49:54.589+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-23T20:49:54.589+02:00</app:edited><title>Nastem vise</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scandura.blogspot.com/feeds/5563637863613808529/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428645570651086139&amp;postID=5563637863613808529" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/5563637863613808529?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/5563637863613808529?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Scandura/~3/YpGH15pegHk/nastem-vise.html" title="Nastem vise" /><author><name>PuideZmeu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919414572808563984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">bine ai venit cu mine, tu fiinta nestemataprintre drumurile catre ape...  admiram valuri in zare.am iesit noi doi in lume fara de inchinaciunesi calcam spre visul nostru cel avem de nu-stiu-undecaci cu tine imi pare viata o poveste reusitaesti femeia ce-am desprins-o dintre visele nebune.cu tine am creat o plaja sa ne punem casa binesa ne linistim in voie, strans imbratisati si tantricisa ne 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n5u_WJ41UskkbC14JV2uWuo3DW4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n5u_WJ41UskkbC14JV2uWuo3DW4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Scandura/~4/YpGH15pegHk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://scandura.blogspot.com/2010/01/nastem-vise.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEGQncyeip7ImA9WxBQE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428645570651086139.post-1245801264670601465</id><published>2010-01-12T14:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:40:23.992+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-12T15:40:23.992+02:00</app:edited><title>"un horsic atat de mic facea baie-ntr-un ibric"</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scandura.blogspot.com/feeds/1245801264670601465/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428645570651086139&amp;postID=1245801264670601465" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/1245801264670601465?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/1245801264670601465?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Scandura/~3/oQZRsBwJeW8/un-horsic-atat-de-mic-facea-baie-ntr-un.html" title="&quot;un horsic atat de mic facea baie-ntr-un ibric&quot;" /><author><name>PuideZmeu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919414572808563984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">in suflet mi te-ai scurs, ca si o floare,rosie cu trup de mac,si te iubesc atat de tare,floare gingasa in trup.mai ieri si azi si in continuu eu recit cu glas domol,acele versuri pentru minece le-ai prins in cordul meu...e ca si crezul, pentru altiidoar ca-l cant in demisolintalnindu-ma cu tinein pauzele-n care dorm.pe tine te-am pictat prin visesi iti cerneam scrisori aieveadesi nu iti stiam de 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3Y5kTZ0tft6gt4BpdqjGvm1_wyA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3Y5kTZ0tft6gt4BpdqjGvm1_wyA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Scandura/~4/oQZRsBwJeW8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://scandura.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-horsic-atat-de-mic-facea-baie-ntr-un.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QHQXw4cSp7ImA9WxNSGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428645570651086139.post-445056571959076379</id><published>2009-09-02T12:48:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:55:30.239+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-02T12:55:30.239+03:00</app:edited><title>un copac, calator</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scandura.blogspot.com/feeds/445056571959076379/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428645570651086139&amp;postID=445056571959076379" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/445056571959076379?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/445056571959076379?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Scandura/~3/FzQlvdXMNO4/un-copac-calator.html" title="un copac, calator" /><author><name>PuideZmeu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919414572808563984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Hălăduind, îmi cânt perfect în mine-un imnPirogravat de ieri prin încăperiiar azi,  pastelat, mă'ntind peste copaci  cu degetele amprentate'n cleiul tău de zei. Ne durgălim idei prin pajiști iscăliteBătute'n pas de fulger, risipit pe caleAquaplanând cu velele întinse Prin lacrimi nerostite, strânse cu migală.Curgând din stropi, mă regăsesc în lumesub câte-un praf de copt sau aluat cerescși 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5qkp5lLwFjzCLrYsUEsIBdpznCk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5qkp5lLwFjzCLrYsUEsIBdpznCk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Scandura/~4/FzQlvdXMNO4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://scandura.blogspot.com/2009/09/un-copac-calator.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UBQX0_cCp7ImA9WxBRFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428645570651086139.post-3014809429563903847</id><published>2009-08-28T21:12:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:07:30.348+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-03T17:07:30.348+02:00</app:edited><title>Vă mâzgălesc de pe malul zenitului în care îmi petrec vacanța. Sunt în Viață, în vacanță</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scandura.blogspot.com/feeds/3014809429563903847/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428645570651086139&amp;postID=3014809429563903847" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/3014809429563903847?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/3014809429563903847?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Scandura/~3/92PS2Y5qE6Y/va-mazgalesc-de-pe-malul-zenitului-in.html" title="Vă mâzgălesc de pe malul zenitului în care îmi petrec vacanța. Sunt în Viață, în vacanță" /><author><name>PuideZmeu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919414572808563984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">„Simt pentru tine şi simt pentru voi, simt... şi pentru mine contează”, aceasta fusese ultima frântura din gândul pe care tocmai eram pe cale să mi'l tatuez.            Luni, de zile întregi creionam, plimbându'mi fiinţa prin diferite lumi paralele-n prejudecăţi în care erai desfiinţat prin nonsens, veghind constant asupra stabilizării fluctuaţiilor unei trăiri de orice fel şi menţinând un flux 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F4EUMh8EaX-BYwTIlQGJ6AH-peA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F4EUMh8EaX-BYwTIlQGJ6AH-peA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Scandura/~4/8BznwLXA1NU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://scandura.blogspot.com/2009/05/nuri.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUGRn4_cCp7ImA9WxVbEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428645570651086139.post-8089302153942436139</id><published>2009-03-27T00:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:23:47.048+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-27T00:23:47.048+02:00</app:edited><title>Arborele din timp</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scandura.blogspot.com/feeds/8089302153942436139/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428645570651086139&amp;postID=8089302153942436139" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/8089302153942436139?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/8089302153942436139?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Scandura/~3/glGRZbfFY6w/arborele-din-timp.html" title="Arborele din timp" /><author><name>PuideZmeu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919414572808563984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1ZsEeRNeng/Scv9xMDXMJI/AAAAAAAABjA/U3FTxHeJKsE/s72-c/Fantasy1-20Tree20Spirit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">Ştiu, timpul îmi curge în palma stângă şi eu îl privesc din colţul ochiului, de parcă aş sta la pândă să îl surprind iar el, uimit, s-ar furişa prin iarbă să mă înhaţe de gleznă ca şi cum, dacă l'aş privi din colţul unei case, ar trece altfel, sau din colţul copacului la care ne dădeam întâlnire, până am început să ne dăm iubire şi mai apoi, eu şi tu, ne'am strâns laolaltă, şi asta, în perioada 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aTDfMwIkoYpgz03j9Q0IydPUP3I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aTDfMwIkoYpgz03j9Q0IydPUP3I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Scandura/~4/glGRZbfFY6w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://scandura.blogspot.com/2009/03/arborele-din-timp.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8BRnoycCp7ImA9WxVVE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428645570651086139.post-2503351096040678334</id><published>2009-03-06T13:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:10:57.498+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-06T13:10:57.498+02:00</app:edited><title>Perpetuum hominem</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scandura.blogspot.com/feeds/2503351096040678334/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428645570651086139&amp;postID=2503351096040678334" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/2503351096040678334?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428645570651086139/posts/default/2503351096040678334?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Scandura/~3/LLVJHjaBeLI/perpetuum-hominem.html" title="Perpetuum hominem" /><author><name>PuideZmeu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14919414572808563984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Mă sunt perpetuat mereu în spaţiul dintre noi şi muritori.Mă simt ucis de mii de suliţi, de trăiri.Îmi simt uscat un suflet, cărturar în acvaducte,Îmi sunt chiar propriul eu, muiat în ochii tăi, sub coviltir. Iubesc cu dăinuire, fiinţa’ţi infinită în fiecare clipă a unei secunde trecânde.Dansez în microcosmos, trăirile divine Omagiul meu e-n tine,  Amin, mon’amon ra.
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