<?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-6447241588721733998</id><updated>2026-11-01T04:06:01.580+02:00</updated><category term="rock"/><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Lorry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350531108459060104</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/AVvXsEh5YvuEf1KWtoCy6p39k-Vsh51K7TyaGDXeh19hUuyjN3SCYDiZ8dcgU_H801j2w6FIePEMsrsKLXi3Wnc8mG6Ig0mBDHArRBqMtsx8L5pZJilMsqPQQ3Njv35TtCYJ5w/s220/526445_772582489435410_220905848_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447241588721733998.post-5827839263414818406</id><published>2017-02-14T09:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2018-01-04T12:15:53.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrisoare catre sufletul meu pereche</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Scumpul meu,&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Azi scriu despre tine. Gata cu postarile triste, cu inima franta. N-am mai scris demult, pentru ca am fost ocupata sa fiu fericita langa tine. Si cand ma gandesc ca la inceputul relatiei eram atat de bulversata, atat de prinsa in furtuna sufletului meu incat nu vedeam clar cine esti, ce vrei de la mine si mai ales imi era greu sa am incredere in tine.Dar nu te-ai lasat, Ai avut rabdare cu mine si mi-ai aratat cine esti. Mi-ai aratat ca esti diferit fata de tot ce am intalnit pana acum, nu mi-ai spus cuvinte care sa nu fie cumva intarite si de fapte. Si usor-usor am ajuns sa vad cine esti: Sufletul meu pereche.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Stiu ca te-am cautat si am vorbit despre tine inainte de a te cunoaste, dar credeam ca vei ramane doar o plasmuire a imaginatiei si a dorintei mele. Mi-ar fi placut sa fi fost acolo sa ma auzi de fiecare data cand vorbeam despre tine, fara ca macar sa iti fi stiut chipul.Mi-ar fi placut sa te fi cunoscut mai demult, ca sa ma scutesti de inima franta, dar toate au un scop in viata asta. Trebuia sa intalnesc persoanele nepotrivite mie ca sa pot imi da seama mai bine pe viitor cine este persoana potrivita mie.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Te iubesc, pur si simplu. Iti multumesc pentru ca nu ai renuntat la mine cand poate ti-am dat batai de cap. Iti multumesc pentru grija pe care mi-o porti, pentru zambetele din fiecare zi, pentru linistea sufleteasca de care am parte alaturi de tine, pentru tot ce sunt acum si pentru ca ma iubesti asa cum sunt.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Si las aici melodia noasta.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dupa mine, sunt amintiri care raman in adancul sufletului si amintiri ale creierului. Sunt amintiri care nu se pot compara intre ele. Amintirile sufletului sunt cele care iti apar atunci cand nici macar nu te gandesti la ele si vin asa pe nepusa masa si te intrebi cum de s-a intamplat asa. Mie mi se par cele mai frumoase. Sunt amintirile care te fac sa zambesti fara motiv. Sunt amintirile legate de persoane care au intrat in viata ta si au devenit importante pentru tine. Sunt amintirile cu persoane care acum nu mai fac parte din prezent poate, din diverse motive - persoane care nu mai sunt pe lumea asta sau persoane care au decis ca drumurile voastre trebuie sa se desparta... E important sa pastram doar amintirile frumoase ca sa putem spune ca am trait o viata frumoasa. Celelalte amintiri nici nu mai conteaza... Amintirile frumoase aduc in fata noastra oamenii frumosi ai trecutului si ai prezentului - cei care au decis sa ramana si in prezent.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sa incepem sa ne construim mai multe amintiri frumoase bucurandu-ne de clipa, pentru ca intr-un final nu ne mai raman decat amintirile...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;AR BLANCA&#39;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Cred ca nu ai inteles ce a insemnat pentru mine sa iti spun: “Te iubesc !”… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;AR BLANCA&#39;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Daca nu ai inteles ce si cat a insemnat pentru mine iti explic
acum. Mi’a fost foarte greu sa spun cuvintele astea,cuvinte pe care unii le
spun cu atata usurinta... De ce mi’a fost greu? Deoarece &amp;nbsp;simteam ca in acelasi timp cu rostirea lor
sufletul iti va fi oferit pentru totdeauna...&amp;nbsp;
Poate nu ai habar de cate ori am vrut sa ti’o spun, de cate ori m’am sufocat
&amp;nbsp;cu “te iubesc” uri nerostite... Daca iti
aduci aminte noaptea in care iti sopteam &amp;nbsp;numele si tu raspundeai somnoros: “Da !” Ce e
?” si eu spuneam “Nimic...”. De 3 ori te’am strigat si aceleasi intrebari si
acelasi raspuns timid... Ultima data raspunsul nu a mai fost la fel... A
sunat&amp;nbsp; asa :”Vreau sa iti spun ceva, dar
lasa... nu e important” . Pe naiba nu era important... Dar nu vroiau sa iasa
cuvintele astea, pentru ca stiam ca nu simti la fel... &amp;nbsp;Si totusi am zis’o in alta seara, dar pur si simplu de data aia a scapat,parca eliberat din inchisoare... M&#39;am tradat singura... Sau m&#39;au tradat cuvintele... Si ce am
realizat ??? Mi’am usurat sufletul de greutatea acestor cuvinte...&amp;nbsp; Si totusi am crezut ca daca iti dau tie “te
iubesc” ul asta... eu nu o sa mai simt greutatea lui... Credeam ca o sa ramana
la tine pe vecie... &amp;nbsp;si ca eu o sa dau
uitarii tot...&amp;nbsp; O perioada am reusit sa
ma mint ca m’am vindecat de tine, ca m’am dezintoxicat de iubirea asta care nu
imi facea decat rau...&amp;nbsp; M’am amagit
singura ca de fiecare data... Sunt dependenta de tine, de prezenta ta, de
atingerile tale... de tot ce insemni...&amp;nbsp;
As vrea sa existe o clinica de dezintoxicare pentru dependenta de
tine... Dar cum nu exista asa ceva, trebuie sa gasesc eu reteta... Nu vreau sa
uit nimic din ce simt pentru tine, dar trebuie... Si cred ca totusi intotdeauna
va exista iubirea asta pentru tine... Trebuie doar sa invat sa ma descurc cu
ea...&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;AR BLANCA&#39;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;In final, asculta melodia asta...&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bradley Hand ITC&#39;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;A trait pana acum hranindu’se doar cu sperante. A crezut
ca totul candva se va termina cu un big Happy End. Dar LUI ii placea la EA ca
il iubeste neconditionat si asta i’a deschis ochii... Asta insemna ca EL stia
ca EA va fi oricand acolo pentru el. A realizat ca nu a facut decat sa se
raneasca singura cautand momente de fericire alaturi de EL. Si da, era fericita
langa EL, dar vroia mai mult si mai mult... si totusi se multumea cu franturi
de momente. A uitat sa se mai gandeasca la EA si traia pentru EL, persoana
speciala din viata ei. A uitat ca si ea e speciala si ca trebuie tratata ca
atare. A uitat ca oamenii egoisti exploateaza sentimentele oamenilor... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bradley Hand ITC&#39;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;A cazut si s’a ridicat de atatea ori. A invatat sa se
ridice cu demnitate si sa nu mai priveasca in urma. A gresit si isi asuma
greselile. Acum doar are nevoie de timp sa se regaseasca, sa reflecteze asupra
tuturor celor intamplate si nu in ultimul rand sa se gandeasca mai mult la EA,
la cata nevoie avea sa o faca baiatul acela sa se simta speciala nu pentru ca
il iubeste neconditionat, ci pentru cum e EA si cine e EA. Are nevoie de timp
sa uite... sa simta din nou, dar de data asta spera sa fie un baiat care sa ii
arate ce simte &amp;nbsp;si ca e numai si numai
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Nu e chiar asa simplu. Eu am vrut sa te uit pe tine, asa mi’ar fi fost mai simplu. Insa nu ma lasa amintirile cu noi, clipele petrecute impreuna... Cu ele ce sa fac? Tu nu stii ca atunci cand ma tineai in brate, cand dormeai cu mine in brate de fapt tineai in palma si sufletul meu cu tot ceea ce purta el pentru tine?! Nici eu nu am stiut asta, mai bine zis nu am vrut sa recunosc... Ma minteam singura, sperand ca o sa imi treaca... In ziua in care am realizat asta m’am speriat... Stiam ca iubirea vine la pachet cu suferinta... Mai devreme sau mai tarziu... Si a venit... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Ma minteam ca esti al meu si numai al meu... Nu ai fost niciodata... Poate ca nu am stiut cum sa te fac al meu...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Las timpul sa treaca si sa rezolve el tot... Pana atunci ramai adanc in sufletul meu... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Iar eu... o sa fiu bine !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language: IT;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language: IT;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;420&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/VxWKHo37Z7g&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/feeds/4668045295074014478/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2012/01/pentru-tine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/4668045295074014478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/4668045295074014478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2012/01/pentru-tine.html' title='Pentru tine...'/><author><name>Lorry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350531108459060104</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/AVvXsEh5YvuEf1KWtoCy6p39k-Vsh51K7TyaGDXeh19hUuyjN3SCYDiZ8dcgU_H801j2w6FIePEMsrsKLXi3Wnc8mG6Ig0mBDHArRBqMtsx8L5pZJilMsqPQQ3Njv35TtCYJ5w/s220/526445_772582489435410_220905848_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/VxWKHo37Z7g/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447241588721733998.post-437539436361101909</id><published>2012-01-03T23:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:00:17.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un beep la fix :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Ce&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;seara amuzanta&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;! Primesc beep la fix ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language: IT;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt; Mister B. ce s’o fi gandit, daca tot mi’a zis ca inca ma iubeste hai sa imi si demonstreze... Bai baiatule, cred ca ma confunzi cu copilele care au fost in viata ta dupa mine ... Nu asa imi demonstrezi... Si nici nu am nevoie sa imi demonstrezi, e in zadar ... Nu te’ai schimbat deloc. Si ai vazut ca nu sunt de acord cu omul care esti sau care ai devenit. Si te mirai de ce ti’a zis o tipa ca esti badaran !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT;mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language: IT&quot;&gt; Poate ca atunci cand te iubeam nu te vedeam cu adevarat . In fine... Ideea e ca simti si tu ca ai nevoie de o schimbare, dar esti asa slab, incat crezi ca ai nevoie de o persoana sa te schimbe... Si crezi ca doar eu te pot schimba in barbatul pe care si l’ar dori orice femeie. Ei bine afla ca eu nu am rabdarea sa te schimb. Nu mai am sentimentul acela care sa ma faca sa am rabdare cu tine. Ar trebui sa stii ca spre binele tau trebuie sa te schimbi, si in nici un caz nu trebuie sa existe o persoana pentru care sa te schimbi sau care sa te ajute sa te schimbi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ajuta’te singur... Si candva te vei indragosti din nou... Si nu de mine... Eu nu mai pot face parte din viata ta, si stii de ce ... Nu iti pot ramane decat o foarte buna amica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/feeds/437539436361101909/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2012/01/un-beep-la-fix.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/437539436361101909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/437539436361101909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2012/01/un-beep-la-fix.html' title='Un beep la fix :))'/><author><name>Lorry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350531108459060104</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/AVvXsEh5YvuEf1KWtoCy6p39k-Vsh51K7TyaGDXeh19hUuyjN3SCYDiZ8dcgU_H801j2w6FIePEMsrsKLXi3Wnc8mG6Ig0mBDHArRBqMtsx8L5pZJilMsqPQQ3Njv35TtCYJ5w/s220/526445_772582489435410_220905848_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447241588721733998.post-8727257463892223492</id><published>2012-01-03T00:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T00:52:11.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficialitate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Ma gandeam intr’o zi ca nu mai exista iubire adevarata... Cat am putut sa gresesc... Mai exista, doar ca sunt oameni care sunt atat de superficiali... si iubesc superficial. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;De ce zic asta ? Pentru ca majoritatea baietilor au ajuns sa iubeasca “ambalajul” si continutul... treaca mearga. Ma intreb oare cati dintre ei stiu exact ce vor de la o fata? Si nu ma refer la aspectul fizic... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT;mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt; Ca asa toti vor una “buna”, full option... Dar ce va faceti mai baieti cand frumusetea ei e direct proportionala cu prostia ? Va complaceti&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;si asa... Ca deh, e vorba de imagine... Aveti una buna care spune despre voi cat de buni sunteti ... &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Buni la ce???, stau sa ma intreb...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nu am nimic cu cei care isi doresc femei frumoase si proaste ca sa le faca cum vor ei. Ei stiu de ce le vor... Atata isi doresc ei... Fiecare isi doreste cat vrea... mai mult sau mai putin... Insa am o problema cu cei care se multumesc asa, desi si’ar dori altceva. Dar pana la urma e problema fiecaruia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT;mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Atata mai pot spune: M’am saturat de oamenii superficiali... Fiti oameni cu caracter, hotarati’va ce vreti cu adevarat de la viata, aveti coloana vertebrala... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/feeds/8727257463892223492/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2012/01/superficialitate.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/8727257463892223492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/8727257463892223492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2012/01/superficialitate.html' title='Superficialitate'/><author><name>Lorry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350531108459060104</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/AVvXsEh5YvuEf1KWtoCy6p39k-Vsh51K7TyaGDXeh19hUuyjN3SCYDiZ8dcgU_H801j2w6FIePEMsrsKLXi3Wnc8mG6Ig0mBDHArRBqMtsx8L5pZJilMsqPQQ3Njv35TtCYJ5w/s220/526445_772582489435410_220905848_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447241588721733998.post-2894125326845869726</id><published>2012-01-01T04:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T04:04:54.824+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri la inceput de an</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Am inceput anul bine... zambind... alaturi de persoana care conteaza mult in viata mea... mama. Am incheiat anul 2011 insa prost... cu lacrimi. Lacrimi care m’au ajutat sa’mi spal sufletul de suferinta si sa faca loc zambetului. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Daaaaa, greu de crezut si pentru mine. Am reusit sa imi adun fortele ... Am reusit sa zambesc. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Asta e cel mai important. Asa ca anul 2012 m’a prins in familie, cu un zambet pe fata. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Si cum mi’a zis si mama... “Dupa lacrimi o sa rasara si soarele pe strada ta”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;2011 a fost un an cu bune si cu rele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;M’am indragostit, am spus din nou “Te iubesc”, regret insa ca nu am reusit sa i’l spun in fata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Nu a fost sa fie. Am gresit si eu pe undeva. Inca nu am realizat unde, dar am timp sa ma mai gandesc. Lui nu ii pot spune decat ca ii doresc sa fie fericit... &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Si ma bucur ca macar fac parte din amintirile lui. As vrea sa nu ma uite niciodata si daca se va mai gandi vreodata la mine,sa ii apara un mic zambet in coltul gurii. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Usa dintre ani s’a inchis. Am reusit sa strecor gandurile bune, amintirile placute ... Pe cele rele le’am lasat inchise. Acum vreau doar sa’mi gasesc drumul in viata, sa invat sa fiu un om mai bun. Sunt ratacita, sunt bulversata... dar usor usor o sa imi gasesc drumul care mi se potriveste. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Cu speranta de mai bine inchei aceasta postare si va urez un an mai bun si va indemn sa va analizati si sa incercati sa schimbati lucrurile care nu va plac la propria persoana, sa va tineti aproape prietenii care va critica pe buna dreptate, ei va sunt adevaratii prieteni... nu cei care va ridica in slavi tot timpul... aceia nu sunt decat niste prieteni falsi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Multumesc prietenilor pe care ii am in jurul meu. Mi’au fost de un real ajutor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language: IT&quot;&gt;Poate nu tot timpul va arat cat de mult va pretuiesc. Va cer scuze pt asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language: IT&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language: IT&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language: IT&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;420&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/iS_e96svQHw&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/feeds/2894125326845869726/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2012/01/ganduri-la-inceput-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/2894125326845869726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/2894125326845869726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2012/01/ganduri-la-inceput-de.html' title='Ganduri la inceput de an'/><author><name>Lorry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350531108459060104</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/AVvXsEh5YvuEf1KWtoCy6p39k-Vsh51K7TyaGDXeh19hUuyjN3SCYDiZ8dcgU_H801j2w6FIePEMsrsKLXi3Wnc8mG6Ig0mBDHArRBqMtsx8L5pZJilMsqPQQ3Njv35TtCYJ5w/s220/526445_772582489435410_220905848_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/iS_e96svQHw/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447241588721733998.post-4471968633885219045</id><published>2011-12-30T03:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T12:37:09.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prea tarziu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Dupa aproape 2 ani a venit sa ii spuna din nou “TE IUBESC “, completat de un “Mi’e dor de noi”, chiar in noaptea de&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Craciun. I’a spus ca nu stie daca ea mai simte la fel...&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raspunsul ei... “Inca mai esti o parte din inima mea, pentru ca nu ai fost un nimeni in viata mea,TE’AM IUBIT...”.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Au inceput sa isi aminteasca cum tot intr’o seara de Craciun ea i’a facut surpriza&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;sa fie cu el si familia lui... Ea a fost cadoul lui, asa i’a zis... Acum el &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ar vrea ca pentru totdeauna ea sa fie cadoul lui de Craciun... Nu se mai poate... Lucrurile s’au schimbat. Ea iubeste acum pe altcineva. Amintirile raman amintiri. Au iubit amandoi, au gresit amandoi si au suferit amandoi. Ea i’a cerut scuze... I’a zis ca nu a vrut niciodata sa il raneasca... El a strans’o la piept.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ea nu se mai simtea cum se simtea candva in bratele lui... Era prea tarziu &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O dureau amintirile cu el,&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;o durea ca nu il mai vroia inapoi, se simtea vinovata ca nu il mai iubeste. Dar a aparut altcineva in viata ei. Si numai ea stie cat de mult a incercat sa nu mai simta nimic pt nimeni. Dar s’a trezit intr’o zi ca ii suna in cap niste cuvinte atat de cunoscute... Cuvinte care le zicea acum 2 ani altei persoane. S’a speriat, i’a fost frica sa nu ii scape aceste cuvinte... de parca ar fi spus ceva atat de rau. Si totusi i’a spus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:IT;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA&quot;&gt;Trecutul&lt;/span&gt; e sigur... &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;un EL care inca o mai iubeste... &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;viitorul ... &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;un alt EL... &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e incert... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Daca va intrebati&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ce o sa aleaga ??? Ei bine ... cred ca incertitudinea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;420&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/kSep7QJXKlE&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/feeds/4471968633885219045/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2011/12/prea-tarziu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/4471968633885219045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/4471968633885219045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2011/12/prea-tarziu.html' title='Prea tarziu'/><author><name>Lorry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350531108459060104</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/AVvXsEh5YvuEf1KWtoCy6p39k-Vsh51K7TyaGDXeh19hUuyjN3SCYDiZ8dcgU_H801j2w6FIePEMsrsKLXi3Wnc8mG6Ig0mBDHArRBqMtsx8L5pZJilMsqPQQ3Njv35TtCYJ5w/s220/526445_772582489435410_220905848_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/kSep7QJXKlE/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447241588721733998.post-8595708140204013354</id><published>2011-08-20T22:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T01:55:49.318+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cam stangaci</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Si a venit si ziua asta. 23 de ani. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:IT;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt; Mi se pare ca suna atat de ciudat. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Tin sa va zic ca am avut parte de cea mai frumoasa zi de nastere de pana acum. De ce zic asta ??? Hmmm... Poate pentru ca e prima oara cand un EL a fost langa mine si asta a fost tot ce a contat. Nu am nevoie de lucruri materiale, am nevoie de lucruri care sa imi atinga sufletul. A reusit sa ma ridice pana in al noulea cer de mai multe ori, doar fiind alaturi de mine, vorbind, razand, prostindu’ne ca doi copii. Langa EL sunt eu, fara perdea, fara sa stau sa gandesc fiecare miscare a mea, fiecare vorba spusa. EL reuseste sa ma faca sa ma “dezbrac” de masca pe care o purtam adeseori. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Parca mainile lui sunt vrajite... e nevoie de o simpla atingere si corpul incepe sa se infioare. Pana si privirea lui reuseste sa ma tulbure intr’un mod placut. Cred ca pot sa zic ca pana si simpla lui prezenta imi provoaca fiori. Langa EL inima imi tremura... si nici macar nu stiu de ce ... sau poate stiu, dar nu vreau sa recunosc. Nu vreau sa ma grabesc, nu vreau sa deschid ochii si apoi sa ma trezesc din vis. Dar cred ca e prea tarziu... deja ma simt intr’o poveste... si e povestea mea. Cat va dura asta nu am de unde sa stiu... dar tot ce stiu e ca voi profita de fiecare clipa petrecuta cu EL. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Acest EL reuseste sa ma faca sa uit de tot, sa simt ca nu mai e nimeni altcineva pe aceasta planeta, sa simt ca doar eu contez... eu si el.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Stie sa imi vorbeasca atunci cand eu nu imi gasesc cuvintele, dar stie si care sunt momentele in care cuvintele nu isi au loc. Atunci, cu o privire, cu un zambet si cu un suras spune mai multe decat o mie de fraze.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;In mod ciudat, fiind vorba de mine, nu am nevoie de “te iubesc-uri” sau de alte cuvinte care sa imi arate ca ma vrea langa el in viitorul apropiat. Nu…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Simplul fapt ca atunci cand il ating il simt vibrand e tot ce am nevoie. Il vreau exact asa cum e… serios, misterios, sigur pe el, tandru cand e nevoie, copil cand vrea si barbat cand am nevoie de siguranta..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Da, asta e cuvantul: ”siguranta”. Langa el, simt ca sunt protejata de mii de scuturi si nimic nu ma poate rani... doar dragostea lui, dragoste de care da dovada fara prea mari eforturi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Suntem atat de complicati amandoi, dar atunci cand suntem unul langa celalalt, totul pare simplu. Langa el, nu mai am nevoie de aer, apa, mancare… Am nevoie doar de zambetul lui, in dimineti tarzii, cand soarele ne atinge corpurile care par a fi unul singur..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Pentru asta simt ca ma indragostesc... pentru simplul fapt ca atunci cand sunt langa tine, scumpule, stiu ca merit toata fericirea din lume!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;P.S. : Eu ma vad inca un copil, dar langa EL ma simt femeie... Ma simt puternica, ma simt frumoasa. Merci, scumpul meu ! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/feeds/8595708140204013354/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2011/08/cam-stangaci.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/8595708140204013354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/8595708140204013354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2011/08/cam-stangaci.html' title='Cam stangaci'/><author><name>Lorry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350531108459060104</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/AVvXsEh5YvuEf1KWtoCy6p39k-Vsh51K7TyaGDXeh19hUuyjN3SCYDiZ8dcgU_H801j2w6FIePEMsrsKLXi3Wnc8mG6Ig0mBDHArRBqMtsx8L5pZJilMsqPQQ3Njv35TtCYJ5w/s220/526445_772582489435410_220905848_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447241588721733998.post-7435938558464107467</id><published>2011-08-20T16:53:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T17:03:46.268+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Multumesc, my special friend !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmw2iYj9AX5uSYT0GNWvJbqlzoMaOuBi9V7UPV8Gi2dbD3ZRHQWm2GouXVFjzBTtyosciFREllGWGENmkj77XnBefyV7OXytNm1sHaNWnwyv-gl7AZayStxHFx56E3Gq7vQsj06wVc7T6/s1600/Immagine.png&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmw2iYj9AX5uSYT0GNWvJbqlzoMaOuBi9V7UPV8Gi2dbD3ZRHQWm2GouXVFjzBTtyosciFREllGWGENmkj77XnBefyV7OXytNm1sHaNWnwyv-gl7AZayStxHFx56E3Gq7vQsj06wVc7T6/s320/Immagine.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642937967467117602&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Am primit cel mai frumos mesaj de ziua mea de la o noua si foarte buna prietena. Multumesc scumpa mea si ma bucur foarte mult ca te’am intalnit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;“Un nou an..O alta etapa..Un alt capitol din povestea ta de viata. O poveste din ce in ce mai frumoasa pe care o va citi doar cineva care merita cu adevarat! Sa fi fericita,scumpo! Sa te bucuri de fiecare lucru simplu si sa pretuiesti fiecare clipa alaturi de cei dragi! La multi ani! Te iubesc!”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;Spuneti voi ca nu e scris din suflet... !!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;Multumesc frumos, my special friend ! Ce mi&#39;ai urat tu mie in acest mesaj iti doresc din suflet si tie! Love you back !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 27px;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;420&quot; height=&quot;345&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZZ1jp8K1I34&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 27px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 27px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;AR BLANCA&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/feeds/7435938558464107467/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2011/08/am-primit-cel-mai-frumos-mesaj-de-ziua.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/7435938558464107467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/7435938558464107467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2011/08/am-primit-cel-mai-frumos-mesaj-de-ziua.html' title='Multumesc, my special friend !'/><author><name>Lorry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350531108459060104</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/AVvXsEh5YvuEf1KWtoCy6p39k-Vsh51K7TyaGDXeh19hUuyjN3SCYDiZ8dcgU_H801j2w6FIePEMsrsKLXi3Wnc8mG6Ig0mBDHArRBqMtsx8L5pZJilMsqPQQ3Njv35TtCYJ5w/s220/526445_772582489435410_220905848_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmw2iYj9AX5uSYT0GNWvJbqlzoMaOuBi9V7UPV8Gi2dbD3ZRHQWm2GouXVFjzBTtyosciFREllGWGENmkj77XnBefyV7OXytNm1sHaNWnwyv-gl7AZayStxHFx56E3Gq7vQsj06wVc7T6/s72-c/Immagine.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447241588721733998.post-6362353084716423955</id><published>2011-08-15T20:00:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:29:03.799+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un EL... o EA.... si cam aceeasi poveste</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Fiecare are o poveste trista in spate care l’a schimbat mai mult sau mai putin . In fiecare colt al lumii exista un EL care a fost dezamagit de o EA, precum exista si o EA care la fel a patit’o cu un EL.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Ce e cel mai trist e ca amandoi nu mai stiu sa faca diferenta. Nu mai sunt capabili sa creada ca mai poate exista CINEVA acolo pentru ei care sa le fie jumatate.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ajung sa generalizeze si incep sa creada cu tarie ca nu mai exista nimeni pentru ei . Si uneori e trist faptul ca se incapataneaza sa ramana in trecut si nu isi indreapta fata spre prezent.Poate ca persoana pe care ei cred ca nu o mai pot intalni se afla chiar in fata lor, dar de suferinta lor ei nu mai pot vedea nimic si atunci pot spune ca persoana potrivita s’a aflat la momentul nepotrivit. Dar ce zic eu aici ??? De fapt momentul asta nepotrivit este cauzat de incapatanarea trairii in trecut asa aiurea. Asa ca va zic ... si tie ... si ei ... treceti peste, durerea voi o intensificati... nu stiti ca uitarea este cel mai bun lucru care afecteaza memoria, si nu numai ... chiar vindeca sufletul ??? Lasati’o sa isi faca treaba asa cum trebuie, nu ii mai puneti piedici. Pur si simplu nu rezolvati nimic . &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Think about it !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;O seara buna ! ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;349&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/ke8ZSi80j_0&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/feeds/6362353084716423955/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2011/08/un-el-o-ea-si-cam-aceeasi-poveste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/6362353084716423955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/6362353084716423955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2011/08/un-el-o-ea-si-cam-aceeasi-poveste.html' title='Un EL... o EA.... si cam aceeasi poveste'/><author><name>Lorry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350531108459060104</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/AVvXsEh5YvuEf1KWtoCy6p39k-Vsh51K7TyaGDXeh19hUuyjN3SCYDiZ8dcgU_H801j2w6FIePEMsrsKLXi3Wnc8mG6Ig0mBDHArRBqMtsx8L5pZJilMsqPQQ3Njv35TtCYJ5w/s220/526445_772582489435410_220905848_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/ke8ZSi80j_0/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447241588721733998.post-315799739963259198</id><published>2011-08-11T09:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T10:02:11.619+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi nu sunt ca tine, dimineata posaca , sac !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Buna dimineata! &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Daca vedeti o copila stand pe balcon, “adulmecand” aerul de afara si zambind fara un motiv anume sa stiti ca eu sunt. :-p. In aceasta dimineata m’am trezit cu un zambet. .. sa’ti fac in ciuda vreme posaca. Azi nu sunt ca tine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Ploaia care spala pacatele Bucurestiului aduce o mireasma buna in sfarsit in acest oras pacatos. In sfarsit pot sa respir aici&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;fara sa simt ca ma sufoc. It feels &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so good! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Va doresc o dimineata frumoasa tuturor. Si incercati sa va treziti cu un zambet. Va &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;va schimba toata ziua. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Si pentru cei care azi s&#39;au trezit alaturi de persoana iubita... ascultati acest cantec impreuna. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;349&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/UHUxogmXob4&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/feeds/315799739963259198/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2011/08/azi-nu-sunt-ca-tine-dimineata-posaca.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/315799739963259198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/315799739963259198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2011/08/azi-nu-sunt-ca-tine-dimineata-posaca.html' title='Azi nu sunt ca tine, dimineata posaca , sac !!!!'/><author><name>Lorry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350531108459060104</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/AVvXsEh5YvuEf1KWtoCy6p39k-Vsh51K7TyaGDXeh19hUuyjN3SCYDiZ8dcgU_H801j2w6FIePEMsrsKLXi3Wnc8mG6Ig0mBDHArRBqMtsx8L5pZJilMsqPQQ3Njv35TtCYJ5w/s220/526445_772582489435410_220905848_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/UHUxogmXob4/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447241588721733998.post-6755857879320062158</id><published>2011-08-09T22:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T23:06:49.088+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezbracat de sentimente nu e tocmai confortabil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Si’a zis candva: “De maine nu o sa mai simt nimic! Asa e cel mai bine pentru mine ! Am avut prea multa incredere in oameni, am vazut prea mult doar bunatate in ei, si am exagerat.” Si astfel persoanele din viata lui au reusit sa il faca sa puna capac sentimentelor, iar acum borcanul cu sentimente sta prafuit intr’un colt uitat al sufletului.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Si uite asa viata lui a inceput sa ia o alta intorsatura. Nu a renuntat la a cunoaste persoane, ba chiar a si primit cateva in viata lui, numai ca nu s’a mai implicat. Asa cum au intrat in viata lui, asa au si plecat, fara vreo urma lasata in suflet, doar cu o noua experienta. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;AR BERKLEY&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:IT&quot;&gt;Dar s’a trezit la un moment dat si s’a intrebat : “Oare chiar nu mai sunt capabil sa simt, sa pun suflet ?”. Se simte gol. Dezbracat de sentimente se pare ca nu e chiar atat de confortabil. Acum si’a dat seama ca asta e tot ce il defineste ca om, simtirea. Si vrea atat de mult sa simta, numai ca ii e teama. O sa incerce sa mearga pas cu pas spre regasirea increderii in oameni. Stie ca e greu, dar a invatat ca trebuie sa fie precaut. Stie ca i’au mai ramas acolo cativa prieteni care nu l’au dezamagit si au fost alaturi de el. Cu ajutorul lor va reusi sa simta din nou, va reusi sa gaseasca borcanul prafuit, sa desfaca capacul si sa dea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;AR BERKLEY&#39;; font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px; &quot;&gt; drumul usor sentimentelor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;AR BERKLEY&#39;; font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;349&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/NG4zwZPtouo&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;AR BERKLEY&#39;; font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/feeds/6755857879320062158/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2011/08/dezbracat-de-sentimente-nu-e-tocmai.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/6755857879320062158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/6755857879320062158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2011/08/dezbracat-de-sentimente-nu-e-tocmai.html' title='Dezbracat de sentimente nu e tocmai confortabil'/><author><name>Lorry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350531108459060104</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/AVvXsEh5YvuEf1KWtoCy6p39k-Vsh51K7TyaGDXeh19hUuyjN3SCYDiZ8dcgU_H801j2w6FIePEMsrsKLXi3Wnc8mG6Ig0mBDHArRBqMtsx8L5pZJilMsqPQQ3Njv35TtCYJ5w/s220/526445_772582489435410_220905848_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/NG4zwZPtouo/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447241588721733998.post-4579812923574412269</id><published>2011-01-20T19:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T16:06:00.200+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrisoare catre tata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;;&quot;&gt;Mi’e dor de tine in fiecare zi, cateodata atat de mult incat simt ca nu mai am nici un rost pe lumea asta si incep sa bazai ca un copil. Stiu, cu lacrimile nu rezolv absolut nimic, asta chiar tu mi’ai zis’o… omul cel mai important din viata mea. Amintirile cu tine sunt ca un cutit cu 2 taisuri: pe de o parte sunt singura alinare a sufletului si singurul mod in care te mai pot avea alaturi, iar pe de alta parte sunt motivul care face ca sufletul sa imi planga, uneori inundandu’l, lasandu’l fara respiratie. Dar imi revin tata, deoarece stiu ca trebuie sa fiu puternica.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;;&quot;&gt;Nu ti’am zis niciodata cat de mult te’am admirat. De ce ? Pentru ca ai fost omul care nu a primit nimic pe tava de la viata. Ai avut copilaria pe care ai avut’o, traind la casa de copii, fiind sluga oamenilor din sat. Rar intalnesti oameni ca tine care sa nu o ia pe cai gresite si sa invete ca pot prin forta proprie sa isi depaseasca conditia si sa faca ceva cu viata lor. Nu te’ai rusinat niciodata cu conditia ta. Ai fost sincer cu mama si ai iubit’o cum in zilele noastre nu mai vezi asa ceva. Si pentru mine si Andreea ai facut tot ce ti’a stat in putinta astfel incat sa nu ne lipseasca nimic. Eram “maimutele” tale scumpe si dragi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;;&quot;&gt;Deseori ma intreb de ce tocmai tu de pe lumea asta a trebuit sa pleci departe … unde noi nu te mai putem vedea, nu ne mai putem cuibari in bratele tale si mai ales nu ne mai poti da un sfat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;;&quot;&gt;Sa stii ca doare tare ca nu esti langa mine in cele mai importante  momente din viata mea. Si iarta’ma ca imi mai scapa cate o lacrima. Asa sunt eu. Stiu ca nu te aduc inapoi… dar daca ar fii ceva ce stiu ca te’ar aduce inapoi as face orice. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;;&quot;&gt;Iarta’ma ca uneori imi doresc sa fiu si eu cu tine acolo, dar pur si simplu in momentele alea simt ca nu mai pot face fata. Dar ai vazut ca imi revin si stiu ca are lumea nevoie de mine aici. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;;&quot;&gt;Te iubesc enorm !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8064a2; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;;&quot;&gt;Se trezeste dimineata… dupa o noapte in care s’a trezit de nu stiu cate ori framantat de ganduri care se bat cap in cap. Cele mai multe dintre ele ii zic sa asculte de partea ce tine de sentimente… cealalta tine mai mult de ratiune, E ceva nou pentru el. Era obisnuit sa fie tintuit de ceea ce simte, sa asculte orbeste, sa arate ce simte, sa ierte… sa treaca peste multe greseli. Dar ziua asta e noua pentru el. A facut ce nu credea ca e in stare sa faca. S’a gandit si la el. Oare de ce? Pentru ca a ajuns sa fie dezamagit de oameni in care avea incredere totala. Si ei nu au facut decat sa ii insele increderea. Asta a fost o adevarata lovitura. A mai avut parte de asemenea lovituri, dar a avut puterea sa ierte si sa treaca peste . Dar acum s’au adunat prea multe. Acolo, undeva, insemna mult… acum e doar o simpla persoana. De ce nu ar face si el la fel? Asta a fost intrebarea care l’a macinat. Si totusi a ajuns la o concluzie. Daca ei pot… poate si el. Poate si el sa fie egoist, poate si el sa fie indiferent. Partea mai ciudata e ca pe el il doare enorm sa fie asa. Dar trebuie sa invete ca nu toti oamenii sunt asa. Pe ei nu i’a durut cand l’au dezamagit. El a fost singura victima. Cu timpul stie ca nu o sa il mai doara. Tot el e. Doar ca o persoana mai puternica. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eu? Cine sunt eu? Cum sunt eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sunt aceeasi Lorry,Lore sau cum vrei sa imi spui, doar ca putin schimbata. In ce sens? In sensul ca&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;au aparut niste trasaturi de caracter care nu ma defineau inainte, si totusi existau, dar nu erau&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;constante. Sunt mult mai hotarata, stiu ce merit si cat merit,nu mai sunt dispusa sa imi calc pe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;orgoliu, nu o sa mai trec cu vederea asa usor. Nu o sa mai dau ocazia nimanui sa-mi greseasca a doua&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;oara, o sa ma detasez usor si nu o sa mai las sentimentele sa ma inlantuie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E buna si durerea asta la ceva, chiar si dezamagirea. Le multumesc persoanelor care m&#39;au&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;dezamagit, ca prin asta am devenit mai puternica. Dar le multumesc din suflet celor care mi&#39;au&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;demonstrat ca imi sunt adevarati prieteni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Celor care m&#39;au dezamagit nu le pot spune decat ca vor ramane niste cunostinte si atat. Eu nu pot&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;sa fiu ca trestia care se lasa leganata dupa cum bate vantul. Stiu ce vreau si pe cine vreau langa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;mine. Nu sunt perfecta, ca doar sunt om. Am gresit si eu si probabil o sa mai gresesc, dar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;intotdeauna o sa am grija la ce fel de greseli fac.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Satula pana peste cap am ajuns sa devin o fiara, care ranita devine greu de oprit din&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;transformarea ei. Sunt transformata in ceea ce ar trebui sa fiu de mult timp: o persoana rece,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;detasata si totusi alaturi de cei care imi sunt prieteni indiferent de situatie, cei care isi dau seama&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;din priviri ce se intampla cu mine si care stiu cand si ce anume au gresit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Tin sa iti zic ca esti o prietena speciala, cu un suflet extraordinar. Sa nu te schimbi, decat daca merita sau daca crezi ca tie iti va fii bine .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;;&quot;&gt;UPDATE 22.11.2010 ora 23:02 : Nu TE urasc, doar urasc sentimentul&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/feeds/3979937758735743737/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2010/11/ploaie-peste-suflet.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/3979937758735743737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/3979937758735743737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2010/11/ploaie-peste-suflet.html' title='Ploaie peste suflet'/><author><name>Lorry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350531108459060104</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/AVvXsEh5YvuEf1KWtoCy6p39k-Vsh51K7TyaGDXeh19hUuyjN3SCYDiZ8dcgU_H801j2w6FIePEMsrsKLXi3Wnc8mG6Ig0mBDHArRBqMtsx8L5pZJilMsqPQQ3Njv35TtCYJ5w/s220/526445_772582489435410_220905848_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7q9HEbg3dGMhqR7kRzAEmSVvVBZOEPG8a31iW4RVgGObwtHtwUSSRQdZTs4Il4IucQ8PoT2aw7LUBXJ00utKL3AMyBu77X8k5HOgRNx8ZFkKf1bTG254-EGOmRJ_N_qvz-5uy-ugTpbFT/s72-c/ploaie2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447241588721733998.post-2180579873731417246</id><published>2010-11-10T02:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T02:05:39.847+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa inghetam sentimente !</title><content type='html'>Se pare ca cineva isi da seama cand pot sa scriu. Deci ma cunoaste destul de bine. Interesant ! Vorbind cu iubitul meu pe mess in seara asta despre moartea unui prieten si&#39;a dat seama ca pot scrie si mi&#39;a zis in 5 minute sa ii scriu o proza trista. Am crezut ca voi avea nevoie de 10 - 15 min. Dar nu a fost asa. Ideile mi&#39;au venit imediat. Si iata ce a iesit . Merci iubitu&#39; :*&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;&amp;nbsp;De ce a trebuit sa avem sentimente???de ce tot ce se intampla in jurul nostru tre sa ne atinga acolo unde doare mai tare… in suflet. Ca sincer cred ca doare mai tare decat in cot sau in cur… asa cum folosim noi expresiile astea… eronat totusi…, eu zic ca ma doare la 2 metri in spate&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;:P &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;De ce sa nu trecem prin viata asta fara sa simtim decat ce e bine. De ce tristete? De ce regrete?&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;De ce ne place sa ne simtim tristi? Pentru ca am observat eu ca ne complacem atat de mult in situatii din astea, ne place al dracu de tare sa ne simtim asa… si stiu de ce… vrem compasiune… vrem sa stim ca cei de langa noi ne sunt alaturi… vrem sa nu ne simtim singuri. Ca hai sa fim seriosi… Prietenii sunt alaturi mai mult la rau decat la bine. Se bucura si ei cu tine… dar mai mult sunt tristi alaturi de tine. Simt si ei macar pe jumatate ce simti si tu si asta e de ajuns pt tine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;De ce ne afundam in negura asta tampita de sentiment? Cica asa suntem oameni. Daca nu simtim nimic… suntem numiti neoameni. Si totusi simtim dar incercam sa nu aratam. Si doare al dracu de tare cand nu vrem sa impartasim nimic din tot ce ne atinge. Uneori ne dam zmei, ca pe noi nu ne atinge nimic. Dar stiu ca o doare si pe ea, si pe el, si pe tine, si pe mine. Ca doar suntem oameni &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Daca nu simti nimic cica ai suflet de gheatza. Dar numai tu stii ce simti. Eu doar vad ce imi arati tu . Daca tot se spune ca ai suflet de gheata, de ce sa nu poti ingheta sentimentul … sa il arunci peste toate sentimentele bune… care ard…. Si sa topeasca ele tot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Tristete… mmmm… urasc sentimentul asta si totusi ma atinge. &quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Si o melodie care e pentru Andrei Tataru. Dumnezeu sa il odihneasca in pace ! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/feeds/2180579873731417246/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2010/11/sa-inghetam-sentimente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/2180579873731417246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/2180579873731417246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2010/11/sa-inghetam-sentimente.html' title='Sa inghetam sentimente !'/><author><name>Lorry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350531108459060104</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/AVvXsEh5YvuEf1KWtoCy6p39k-Vsh51K7TyaGDXeh19hUuyjN3SCYDiZ8dcgU_H801j2w6FIePEMsrsKLXi3Wnc8mG6Ig0mBDHArRBqMtsx8L5pZJilMsqPQQ3Njv35TtCYJ5w/s220/526445_772582489435410_220905848_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447241588721733998.post-8173291969498798428</id><published>2010-11-01T01:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T01:05:09.045+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To feel.. something...anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Imi aprind tigarea, ascult ceva muzica… si incerc sa simt. Nu conteaza ce…orice…important e sa simt. Nu credeam ca uneori e atat de greu sa simti… chiar si acest “orice”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pentru moment simt doar cum fumul de tigare patrunde… in plamani, in mine. Il vad cum are un curs haotic, dar tinta lui e undeva… nu conteaza unde… se imprastie, isi lasa amprenta, chiar daca pt scurt timp. Mdaaa… si acum raman blocata. A fost un fel de test de a impune sa simti ceva si apoi sa descrii in cuvinte. E greu… e de nedescris.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Cum sa iti impui sa simti un lucru banal si apoi sa asterni cuvinte???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Cred ca azi nu simt lucrurile banale. Simt doar ca traiesc, ca pot sa sper, ca POT… asta e esential ! Sa simti ca poti ! Ca poti orice … Ca poti sa faci lucruri de care nu esti constient. Sa simti ca poti sa iti intreci limitele si ca te poti depasi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;E adevarat ca nu poti sa faci lucruri pe care altii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; &quot;&gt;le pot face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; &quot;&gt; mult mai bine, dar e important sa stii ca poti face lucrurile pe care le fac altii macar pe jumatate. Tot e ceva !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;E interesant sa simti ca te pot incerca diverse sentimente. Sunt persoane care zic ca nu pot simti ce e aia ura. Imposibil ! Macar o data in viata ai zis cuiva : “ Te urasc! “ chiar daca apoi a trecut. Tot te’ a incercat un mic sentiment de ura.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Suntem facuti sa simtim…cu inima… cu toate cele 5 simturi… cu intuitia !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/feeds/8173291969498798428/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-feel-somethinganything.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/8173291969498798428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/8173291969498798428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-feel-somethinganything.html' title='To feel.. something...anything'/><author><name>Lorry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350531108459060104</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/AVvXsEh5YvuEf1KWtoCy6p39k-Vsh51K7TyaGDXeh19hUuyjN3SCYDiZ8dcgU_H801j2w6FIePEMsrsKLXi3Wnc8mG6Ig0mBDHArRBqMtsx8L5pZJilMsqPQQ3Njv35TtCYJ5w/s220/526445_772582489435410_220905848_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447241588721733998.post-5083408349222990905</id><published>2010-06-24T23:01:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:03:02.330+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucati de suflet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot; ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFz8EXLlQ57FcyYsCVbrNrF1wQVsgxQZ3Gyo_ct8rKatmyknXNDViRyPCymwYdd84XdEUMcPgE__8JBW_Ul6yrKZTzP23a_8gK5cdluh1rXFlCGWwD8T7T5VF1Xn8sGiuRoYQTkW6s-HM/s1600/68722542.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFz8EXLlQ57FcyYsCVbrNrF1wQVsgxQZ3Gyo_ct8rKatmyknXNDViRyPCymwYdd84XdEUMcPgE__8JBW_Ul6yrKZTzP23a_8gK5cdluh1rXFlCGWwD8T7T5VF1Xn8sGiuRoYQTkW6s-HM/s320/68722542.jpg&quot; width=&quot;281&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot; ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot; ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M&#39;am trezit dintr&#39;un vis... si acum parca lumea s&#39;a schimbat. Parca eu sunt alta. Parca m&#39;am lovit de un zid invizibil si mi&#39;am dat seama ce vreau de la viata. Am stat sa analizez greseli din trecut ( da, sunt om... si asta spune totul ), mi&#39;am dat seama ca spre binele meu ar fi ok sa nu le mai repet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot; ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;Eram o visatoare, o increzatoare in oameni si de&#39;atatea ori mi s&#39;a inselat increderea incat acum sunt putin mai sceptica in ce priveste oamenii. Si totusi in a 2&#39;a sapt din iunie am intalnit un baiat care pur si simplu m&#39;a atras prin caracterul lui. O persoana destul de deschisa... care m&#39;a facut sa zambesc cu sufletul si sa ma simt cum nu ma mai simtisem de ceva timp. Am crezut ca e sansa sa imi las din nou sufletul sa se deschida. Doar putin am intredeschis usa sufletului meu  si si&#39;a facut loc unul dintre cele mai urate sentimente: dezamagirea. Am fost pacalita. Sufletul meu s&#39;a inselat, s&#39;a deschis prea devreme.Dar ce vina are el??? Nu avea de unde sa stie ce va urma. El doar a sperat ca sentimentul de bine il va coplesi din nou, ca se va aseza confortabil in casa lui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot; ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt; Nici pana in ziua de azi nu stiu de el, de ce nu mai vorbim. Am incetat sa mai cred ca imi va raspunde vreodata. O sa ramana un mister. Si cred in continuare ca e o persoana deosebita. Nu pot sa fiu rea si sa zic ca e un nesimtit, asta ar insemna sa fiu subiectiva. Poate ca s&#39;a intamplat ceva ce eu nu as putea intelege daca mi&#39;ar explica. Poate considera ca nu trebuie sa imi explice nimic.Poate nu eram persoana care si&#39;o inchipuise. Poate am fost o naiva. :-??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot; ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt; Din putinele discutii si intalniri cu el mi&#39;am dat seama ca este o persoana de admirat: la varsta lui a facut atatea lucruri ( isi reprezinta cu mandrie zodia - leu :P ) . Ma bucur ca l&#39;am intalnit. Si sper ca atunci cand ne vom intalni intamplator sa putem sa ne salutam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot; ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Acum e timpul sa nu mai visez. Traiesc intr&#39;o lume in care nu ma regasesc decat foarte rar si in care tre sa invat sa supravietuiesc. Ma bucur ca macar am persoane apropiate care sa ma sprijine sa nu cad de fiecare data cand viata imi da un sut sau imi pune piedica. Si chiar de am cazut de atatea ori si am genuchii juliti stiu ca am puterea de a ma ridica si de a&#39;mi continua drumul sau daca e nevoie si se mai poate repara ceva...  de a o lua de la capat. Niciodata nu voi renunta la ceea ce da valoare si frumusete vietii. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/feeds/5083408349222990905/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2010/06/bucati-de-suflet.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/5083408349222990905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/5083408349222990905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2010/06/bucati-de-suflet.html' title='Bucati de suflet'/><author><name>Lorry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350531108459060104</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/AVvXsEh5YvuEf1KWtoCy6p39k-Vsh51K7TyaGDXeh19hUuyjN3SCYDiZ8dcgU_H801j2w6FIePEMsrsKLXi3Wnc8mG6Ig0mBDHArRBqMtsx8L5pZJilMsqPQQ3Njv35TtCYJ5w/s220/526445_772582489435410_220905848_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFz8EXLlQ57FcyYsCVbrNrF1wQVsgxQZ3Gyo_ct8rKatmyknXNDViRyPCymwYdd84XdEUMcPgE__8JBW_Ul6yrKZTzP23a_8gK5cdluh1rXFlCGWwD8T7T5VF1Xn8sGiuRoYQTkW6s-HM/s72-c/68722542.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447241588721733998.post-59325917324491070</id><published>2010-06-22T00:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:38:41.360+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenire</title><content type='html'>Mdap, dupa ceva timp ma gandesc sa mai postez ceva... Cum sa explic... A fost o perioada in care nu am mai avut chef de nimic... Sesiune... Probleme existentiale... Bla Bla Bla... Au fost zile in care nu am iesit din casa... Zile in care am stat sa ma gandesc pur si simplu... Daca ma intrebati... nici eu nu stiu. Oricum... am atatea ganduri de exprimat... si atatea intrebari la care nu am gasit raspuns... incat nu stiu cum si de unde sa incep. Si in plus am si o durere de cap groaznica... :((&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Poate o sa reusesc sa imi adun gandurile... sa gasesc cuvintele potrivite... N buna tuturor... Va las sa ascultati ceva dragutz care pe mine ma linisteste. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/KP0Ajx4SKMQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/KP0Ajx4SKMQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/feeds/59325917324491070/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2010/06/revenire.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/59325917324491070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447241588721733998/posts/default/59325917324491070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrycs.blogspot.com/2010/06/revenire.html' title='Revenire'/><author><name>Lorry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07350531108459060104</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/AVvXsEh5YvuEf1KWtoCy6p39k-Vsh51K7TyaGDXeh19hUuyjN3SCYDiZ8dcgU_H801j2w6FIePEMsrsKLXi3Wnc8mG6Ig0mBDHArRBqMtsx8L5pZJilMsqPQQ3Njv35TtCYJ5w/s220/526445_772582489435410_220905848_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447241588721733998.post-2338899430720298085</id><published>2010-05-27T12:39:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T12:52:03.909+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Campanie Saptamana rock \:d/ Ziua 7</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca ieri m&#39;am cam luat cu altele, gen invatat :D, acum postez ce trebuia sa postez ieri... si revin mai pe seara... :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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