tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89013710740147949342012-01-28T22:31:45.986+02:00Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.comBlogger142125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-827600355523838282012-01-22T19:32:00.002+02:002012-01-22T19:34:06.993+02:002012-01-22T19:34:06.993+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7tJe8Oiiz4I" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-82760035552383828?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V06HrswLUzyF_gD06v82lYt6DtY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V06HrswLUzyF_gD06v82lYt6DtY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V06HrswLUzyF_gD06v82lYt6DtY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V06HrswLUzyF_gD06v82lYt6DtY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/mM8h3DEiQ_c" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com0http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2012/01/intr-o-zi-vei-rade.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-43396806362253396262012-01-12T22:07:00.012+02:002012-01-22T19:34:15.940+02:002012-01-22T19:34:15.940+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kd_aJRExSuI/Tw8-HujVqPI/AAAAAAAAAk8/hXVVpHk3bFU/s1600/masca%2Bwhite3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kd_aJRExSuI/Tw8-HujVqPI/AAAAAAAAAk8/hXVVpHk3bFU/s320/masca%2Bwhite3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696840356123224306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Am inceput anul cu un bal mascat, cu o masca sub care s-au ascuns priviri nebanuite in cele mai gresite directii. Considerand superstitiile, asta ar insemna ca intregul an va fi plin de mister, minciuni, anonimat, secrete si alte taine ... o mascarada, un adevarat carnaval.</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Uneori este in regula sa acoperi adevarul, pe care cu parere de rau si rar recunoscut il putem infrunta, avand urmarile de rigoare, dar niciodata nu va fi solutia corecta atunci cand vrei un lucru cu adevarat. O masca iti ascunde identitatea odata cu sentimentele care sticlesc in ochi, ascunde acel zambet care schiteaza gropite in obraji si din acel moment intrii in anonimat cu prea multe semne de intrebare aruncate asupra ta.Acest obiect cu sclipici, dantelute si margele, pene si pamatuf, gingas de fel, nu este decat un zid batut de timp si vant, pe care il ridici in fata ta. Totusi, nu este pus in intentia de a alunga sau a izola, ci pentru a stii cati vor avea puterea de a invinge si a dobori. Se pare ca totul e in antiteza, cu cat un lucru se arata mai frumos pe exterior, pe atat de urat se dovedeste a fi in interior.</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Imi place ideea de mister, ma incanta sublim si ma adanceste in necunoscut, dar pana la urma ajung inapoi la dorinta de cunoastere. Tind spre realitate, spre adevarat. Astfel, imi inchin masca in fata ta, atat timp cat tu o vei purta pe a ta.</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />sursa foto:<a href="http://elvendesign.blogspot.com/"> http://elvendesign.blogspot.com</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-4339680636225339626?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F6wzyBBRnZPPXBYMk0nFSEmWabE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F6wzyBBRnZPPXBYMk0nFSEmWabE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F6wzyBBRnZPPXBYMk0nFSEmWabE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F6wzyBBRnZPPXBYMk0nFSEmWabE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/1d8o48U7BYI" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com0http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2012/01/ascuns.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-60282048161729496342011-12-26T20:56:00.008+02:002012-01-22T19:34:25.274+02:002012-01-22T19:34:25.274+02:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Luand de la anul 0 as avea un milion de povesti de spus, creierul fiind ca un hdd , stocand bit cu bit fiecare secunda. Probabil are nevoie de un reboot sau macar o defragmentare la o perioada de timp, aparent pentru orice incercare de reinnoire a sistemului de functionare apare eroarea " This attemp has failed to proceed. Please try again". Nu gasesc explicatia logica. Trebuie sa incep a numara in baza doi, sa trec in sistem binar.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Uneori simt ca cedeaza, alteori tanjeste dupa informatie noua, de mult trafic si schimb de mb. Intr'adevar, exista un cos special unde poti depozita gunoiul, modalitati de sortare si clasificare a datelor procesate, dar de ce nu se pot sterge complet? Astept momentul in care se va afisa mesajul " Memory full " sau macar " Please use only important data ". Orice algoritm poate fi modificat , atat timp cat stii citi limbajul.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Probabil al meu hdd are un scurt circuit sau un cip defect, indiferent de raspuns tot ceea ce stiu este ca nu poate uita sau pune deoparte nimic. Fiecare data informationala este in continua procesare pana in momentul in care intregul sistem va ceda din functionare definitiv.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-6028204816172949634?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JRxOmhCcIqJ7iFCEplRtLbE5Z2g/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JRxOmhCcIqJ7iFCEplRtLbE5Z2g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JRxOmhCcIqJ7iFCEplRtLbE5Z2g/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JRxOmhCcIqJ7iFCEplRtLbE5Z2g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/ejYS-7RQ9eg" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com1http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/12/error-404.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-83483404084855909652011-12-07T09:47:00.005+02:002011-12-21T21:20:33.978+02:002011-12-21T21:20:33.978+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0vRFyIkOQ3A" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-8348340408485590965?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CpXr6MKtJ-m97A46ORFUvb1jFx8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CpXr6MKtJ-m97A46ORFUvb1jFx8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CpXr6MKtJ-m97A46ORFUvb1jFx8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CpXr6MKtJ-m97A46ORFUvb1jFx8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/HNA9u1sj7XM" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com0http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/12/chill.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-51805141823235958482011-11-21T20:46:00.016+02:002011-11-21T21:29:08.357+02:002011-11-21T21:29:08.357+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-acNZ5g_bsXg/TsqctHiGefI/AAAAAAAAAkY/muuvMpUMJsg/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-acNZ5g_bsXg/TsqctHiGefI/AAAAAAAAAkY/muuvMpUMJsg/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677522579184056818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">In ultimele doua zile, mi-am satisfacut micile placeri, in stilul oricarei femei la 22 de ani.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Am inceput prin a viziona filmele istorice, precum Young Victoria (2009), Elizabeth (1998), Pride and Prejudice sau </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_B%C3%A1thory">Erzsebet Bathory</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. Mereu am un sentiment deja`vu ,ca si cand intr`o viata anterioara am facut parte din acea inalta societate. Pacat ca acele rochii nu le pot achizitiona din magazinele contemporane :) .</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Cartile lecturate in curs sunt Jane Eyre, Doamna Bovary si </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alchimistul">Alchimistul</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. Primele doua, bineinteles ca apartin de acea epoca de aur, istorisind povesti din frumosul trecut , a doua fiind recomandata ca si o carte cu morala, cu invataturi despre dragoste, magie si comori ale vietii omului.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Din pacate, plimbarile nu au fost prea dese de aceasta data, fiind prea rece, inghetat. Iarna nu este pe gustul meu si nu ma pot simti in larg. Totusi, cel putin doua cafenele au vizitate de prezenta mea, savurand un ceai oriental fierbine sau un vanilla latte cu una sau mai multe prietene.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Am finalizat aceste zile, innabusindu-mi trupul intr-o cada plina cu spuma si apa fierbinte. Lumanarile parfumate licareau si emanau o mireasma ametioare de vanilie, impreuna cu aburii grei, au avut efectul dorit, molesindu-ma in propria existenta. Nelipsita ingrijire corporala, cu lotiuni si uleiuri de relaxare, o manichiura si pedichiura in stil meticulos cu oja de culoarea rozei, au contribut la revigorarea de mult asteptata.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Cam asta ar fi descrierea generala zilelor lenese si plicticoase a unei fete , care tocmai a ramas singura cu gandurile ei, in asteptarea vesnica necunoscutului.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-5180514182323595848?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WCqXKS4G8AjEoCVEDL4skG9UMHA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WCqXKS4G8AjEoCVEDL4skG9UMHA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WCqXKS4G8AjEoCVEDL4skG9UMHA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WCqXKS4G8AjEoCVEDL4skG9UMHA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/QuMENMFwEn8" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com1http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/11/nimeni-si-nimic.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-31861595503950825742011-11-20T10:56:00.003+02:002011-11-21T21:31:23.761+02:002011-11-21T21:31:23.761+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKJ_XWZnnKE/TrRRvU90uGI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Fwqr3XosS_w/s1600/tumblr_ljsxmmJNYu1qci31co1_500.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKJ_XWZnnKE/TrRRvU90uGI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Fwqr3XosS_w/s320/tumblr_ljsxmmJNYu1qci31co1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671247704290015330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Din nou o noapte perfecta, in care nu a contat faptul ca tu ti-ai fumat creierii si ti-ai ucis ficatul cu bautura acida ,iar eu tradez cu nesimtire increderea unei persoane corecte.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Atunci cand ne intalnim, nimic nu mai conteaza, timpul se opreste, tot ce ne inconjoara nu exista, esenta fiind ca eu sunt a ta iar tu esti al meu. Nu ne pasa atat timp cat ne simtim bine si stim de existenta fiecaruia la momentul potrivit. Dansam si radem, cantam si urlam, radem din nou, tacem si ne privim, finalizand o noapte de destrabalare prin tot felul de carciumi imbacsite de fum , in pat, imbratisati ca doua jumatati ce formeaza un perfect. Toata energia care ne-a mai ramas o concentram in puterea de a ne strange in brate. Adormim ...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Am incercat formalitatile unei relatii , dar nu s-au finalizat cu rezultat pozitiv, iar acum tu ai inteles gresit intentia mea de a incerca din nou. Imi dau seama ca ti-ai dori sa fi altfel, potrivit mie si nu reusesti, iar din cauza asta te dai la o parte si fugi de mine, mintindu-ma cu banalele orgolii de mascul feroce si plin de sine. Stiu ca ai fi capabil sa devii un om responsabil caruia sa ii pese de ceea ce se intampla in jur. Imi place de tine asa cum esti si simti la fel si tu fata de mine. Sunt convinsa ...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Probabil tot ce a fost, amandoi am interpretat si abordat semnificatia reala in alte moduri, dandu-i sensuri mult prea diferite si gresite din toate punctele de vedere.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> Probabil ce este acum e mai bine si trebuie sa stergem tot. Tu iti continui prostia de a alege calea usoara, iar eu aceasi prostie pe o cale mult mai complicata.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> Probabil viitorul e prea ambiguu sa il pot scrie/vorbi in litere/cuvinte. Haos total ...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">In cele din urma, raman pe principiul subiectiv ca faptele sunt dovezi reale, iar cuvintele se pierd in semnificatii. Ne definim prin actiune si nu prin vorbe. Atat.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-3143267959368785991?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cmEkMaIeeTlFsXV1uzeb2cWl3_4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cmEkMaIeeTlFsXV1uzeb2cWl3_4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cmEkMaIeeTlFsXV1uzeb2cWl3_4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cmEkMaIeeTlFsXV1uzeb2cWl3_4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/kqWIxSUWC-g" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com1http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-fila-din-poveste.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-24572054716597371512011-10-31T03:51:00.017+02:002011-11-21T21:31:39.000+02:002011-11-21T21:31:39.000+02:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >1.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Cand lucrurile merg prost undeva, au tendinta sa mearga prost oriunde.<br /><br />2.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Lucrurile merg mai prost sub presiunea preocuparii de a le face sa mearga bine.<br /><br />3.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Suma inteligentei pe planeta este constanta, insa populatia se afla intr-o continua crestere.<br /><br />4.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Daca te simti bine, nu fi ingrijorat, va trece.<br /><br />5.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Daca tot ceea ce ai este un ciocan, toate obiectele din jur iti par cuie.<br /><br />6.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Sculptura este ceva de care te lovesti cand te dai inapoi ca sa te uiti la o pictura.<br /><br />7.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Concluzia este momentul in care te-ai plictisit sa mai gandesti.<br /><br />8.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Daca un rezultat are 50% sanse de aparitie, cu cat acel rezultat este mai dorit, cu atat probabilitatea sa reala de aparitie este mai mica.<br /><br />9.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Telefonul nu suna niciodata cand nu ai nimic de facut.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-2457205471659737151?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rKWJ0Er3I9k0WZsRKs1v5T_WFNU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rKWJ0Er3I9k0WZsRKs1v5T_WFNU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rKWJ0Er3I9k0WZsRKs1v5T_WFNU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rKWJ0Er3I9k0WZsRKs1v5T_WFNU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/lDj3tY_60y0" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com0http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/10/murphologia-vietii.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-28695135150828568932011-10-26T21:39:00.009+03:002011-10-26T21:43:10.128+03:002011-10-26T21:43:10.128+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UAF-R_gSFDw" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-2013881788984915178?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/plM0WFuYs5yfQrfWvkAItTSLCAI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/plM0WFuYs5yfQrfWvkAItTSLCAI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/plM0WFuYs5yfQrfWvkAItTSLCAI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/plM0WFuYs5yfQrfWvkAItTSLCAI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/wVsaDOrg_jo" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com1http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/09/ceva-frumos.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-26355555401468823552011-08-07T14:16:00.006+03:002011-09-17T14:35:01.601+03:002011-09-17T14:35:01.601+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kl-twYTtw5Y/TnSCoxevcJI/AAAAAAAAAjU/v1G4ii83y2k/s1600/cherry-vintage-style-apron-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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Oare?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">In ceea ce ma priveste,evident ca voi alege calea mai complicata,nu ma voi lasa invinsa.Trec peste toate si o iau de la capat,cu o noua cicatrice pe suflet si un alt bagaj de ganduri in minte,dar sunt constienta de faptul ca drumul e lung,iar eu voi fi alta si satisfactia va fi in zadar.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-1347272731840786747?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MbrsIKYe_b0wQ_9AMFtItJszYaQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MbrsIKYe_b0wQ_9AMFtItJszYaQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MbrsIKYe_b0wQ_9AMFtItJszYaQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MbrsIKYe_b0wQ_9AMFtItJszYaQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/wjYWs7hthcM" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com9http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/06/decizii.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-58034628495395331732011-06-08T23:20:00.001+03:002011-06-08T23:23:18.272+03:002011-06-08T23:23:18.272+03:00<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qfE2W1kxaO0" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-5803462849539533173?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UgOdqaO4ceYkPZPFqDSjLehR12I/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UgOdqaO4ceYkPZPFqDSjLehR12I/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UgOdqaO4ceYkPZPFqDSjLehR12I/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UgOdqaO4ceYkPZPFqDSjLehR12I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/z9VreTjyobc" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com5http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/06/liniste.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-72437840166612581222011-06-01T02:44:00.011+03:002011-09-18T19:58:08.300+03:002011-09-18T19:58:08.300+03:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Ametita si cu o mie de ganduri rasucite, mi`am adus aminte de placerea de a scrie.Nu am un subiect interesant de aborbat,nici nu vreau sa ridic intrebari asupra unor teme banale.Doar m`a lovit dorul de cuvinte amestecate intr`o propozitie fara noima,dorul de creatie.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Imi este somn si nu dorm.Astept clipa revelatiei.Bineinteles , orice om asteapta aceasta clipa,acest moment in care becul se va aprinde si va realiza ca s`a facut lumina in intuneric.Oare trebuie apasat intrerupatorul?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Sunt in permanenta miscare si agitatie in lumea asta nebuna,insa doresc o secunda de liniste in care sa ma aud pe mine,sa ma vad pe mine,sa ma inteleg,sa ma cunosc.Uneori,ma copleseste multitudinea de lucruri carora am impresia ca nu le pot face fata,alteori sunt plictisita si vreau,vreau vreau....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Oglinda e prea sus si nu ma pot vedea,observ doar umbra reflectata pe perete.Pantofii cu toc nu ma ajuta,scaunul ma ridica prea mult.Din pacate,pot vedea doar fragmente din mine,o mana ridicata,un smoc de par rebel. Mi`as dori sa vad mai mult,sa vad silueta vietii mele care prinde forme omenesti prin fiinta mea.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Cu totii suntem mult prea mici si ignoranti ca sa fim capabili sa realizam ca becul e spart si nu vom avea alta solutie decat schimbarea acestuia cu unul nou.Acest proces de constatare si schimbare consta intr`o munca elaborioasa si meticuloasa,de lunga durata.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Va fi lumina atunci cand vom deschide ochii,inima si mintea.Deocamdata...somn usor!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-7243784016661258122?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/whkcffj5gMWniDGXDuvjS1PQmAM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/whkcffj5gMWniDGXDuvjS1PQmAM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/whkcffj5gMWniDGXDuvjS1PQmAM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/whkcffj5gMWniDGXDuvjS1PQmAM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/SEgMaLoX2-c" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com3http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/06/lumina.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-12230292496376463072011-05-19T17:45:00.003+03:002011-09-18T19:57:50.127+03:002011-09-18T19:57:50.127+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uwDxcVzmEZA/TdUs_2q8duI/AAAAAAAAAi4/GkENTKnm4YA/s1600/graduation2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uwDxcVzmEZA/TdUs_2q8duI/AAAAAAAAAi4/GkENTKnm4YA/s320/graduation2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608438386478839522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Şi uite aşa..hop ţop..am trecut şi eu prin facultate</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-1223029249637646307?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hAxrfMPF7K_W-DsnHTb0eUfMAh4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hAxrfMPF7K_W-DsnHTb0eUfMAh4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hAxrfMPF7K_W-DsnHTb0eUfMAh4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hAxrfMPF7K_W-DsnHTb0eUfMAh4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/Wn8FwzXZ7BA" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com4http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/05/graduation.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-80360361840302265642011-04-21T18:41:00.004+03:002011-11-04T23:01:53.570+02:002011-11-04T23:01:53.570+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LL0UP4PiJqI/TnSKQ4BWzaI/AAAAAAAAAj8/b7wQmatzSME/s1600/4923206281_aeebec0569_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sLY0oZp-1SE/Ta7NSoytSYI/AAAAAAAAAiw/RnxvP-kNLrc/s320/Pink_by_lessio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597637106939545986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Miroase a flori.Miroase a primavara.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Duminicile sunt lenese,petrecute in parc,pe o banca,cu o carte in mana.Din cand in cand,privirea imi aluneca spre oameni sau spre soare.Cu toate ca incerc sa ma concentrez asupra cuvintelor,imi distrag atentia elementele care compun viata.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Incep a ma gandi la ce a fost,este si ce va fii,cunoscand trecutul,simtind prezentul si anticipand viitorul.Gandurile imi zboara precum norii pe cerul senin,precum petalele ce cad purtate de adierea racoroasa si se astern pe covorul inverzit.Ma cuprinde nostalgia,melancolia blanda...acea astenie de primavara.E prea multa miscare in jur,atentia asupra lecturii am pierdut`o printre randuri.Inchid cartea,scotocesc in geanta dupa pachetul de gume,imi aprind o tigara si stau.Privesc.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">De data asta,nu mai pot fugi si trebuie sa ma consolez cu ideea ca nu mereu va fii dupa placerea sau dorinta mea.Da,nu poti fugi de tine,de probleme,de ganduri sau alte lucruri importante pentru ca vor fii intotdeauna cu un pas inaintea ta.Trebuie sa fii tare si sa faci fata situatiei.Poate sunt o lasa,poate n-am puterea necesara,dar mereu incerc sa plec o vreme ,nu foarte indelungata,doar pentru a-mi recapata energia de a gandi mai departe.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Va fi o adevarata provocare pentru mine,un pas important in viata mea si anume sa devin matur,un om responsabil.Timpul trece,iar prin asta se intelege tot.Nu ma voi detasa de realitate,dimpotriva,voi incerca sa ma integrez, cu toate ca nu e usor.Imi fac planuri marete,idealiste si totodata ma abtin sa prevad viitorul.Oricum,cu siguranta vor urma alte escapade pline de aventura,dar nu foarte curand.Da,imi place sa plec,imi place sa calatoresc,sa uit de lume o perioada,dar asta nu e realitate.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Deschid din nou cartea,citesc primul pasaj si ma las in voia lecturii,ignorand esenta.Astept vara.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img style="border: 0pt none; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/42/274C1EFA4ED18E827F281F830A22C120.png" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-4344775154768479085?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZWZ_uh3Xd5bjpVzFb5v6RiSV0SQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZWZ_uh3Xd5bjpVzFb5v6RiSV0SQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZWZ_uh3Xd5bjpVzFb5v6RiSV0SQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZWZ_uh3Xd5bjpVzFb5v6RiSV0SQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/BR8W9sKCPW0" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com6http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/04/pe-o-banca.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-7836213286534804242011-04-05T14:23:00.009+03:002011-04-11T10:30:15.249+03:002011-04-11T10:30:15.249+03:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">1. Culmea inotului: Sa traversezi Canalul Manecii si sa iesi pe cracul pantalonului !</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">2. Culmea geloziei: Sa fii gelos pe soare ca iti arde nevasta.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">3. Culmea geografiei: Sa deschizi "Portile de fier" cu "Cheile bicazului" !!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">4. Culmea melancoliei: Sa cazi pe ganduri si sa-ti rupi mana.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">5. Culmea ceasului desteptator: Sa sune ocupat...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">6. Culmea slabirii: Sa slabeasca un ardei gras.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">7. Culmea prostiei: Sa stingi lampa si sa aprinzi un chibrit ca sa vezi daca s-a stins .</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">8. Culmea zgarceniei: Sa-ti pui ceasul cu trei ore in urma, ca sa faci economie de timp .</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">9. Culmea matematicii: Sa stai de unu singur si sa te simti in plus !</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">10. Culmea hartiei: Sa te stergi la fund cu confetti .</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-783621328653480424?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tgpyc5zqSvNYdjviIVPpDODUuI4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tgpyc5zqSvNYdjviIVPpDODUuI4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tgpyc5zqSvNYdjviIVPpDODUuI4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tgpyc5zqSvNYdjviIVPpDODUuI4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/YjX6r864tkA" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com0http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/04/culmi-2.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-65345099070899518992011-04-05T13:30:00.006+03:002011-04-11T10:30:15.250+03:002011-04-11T10:30:15.250+03:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">1. Ana catre Manole:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">- Ce faci?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">- Un zid. Te bagi?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">2. Dragul meu, in curand vom fi trei...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">- Asta e o veste buna! raspunse el sarutand-o</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">- Mama a obtinut divortul si va veni sa locuiasca cu noi...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">3. Stiti de ce barbatii insurati sunt grasi iar celibatarii sunt slabi?</span><br /><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Un barbat celibatar spune:<br />- Iarasi aceeasi mancare, mai bine ma duc la femei...<br />Iar cel insurat spune:<br />- Iarasi aceeasi femeie, mai bine ma duc sa mananc...<br /></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="wallkit_actionset"><a title="Message" class="message" href="http://www.facebook.com/inbox/?compose&amp;id=1511798718"><br /></a></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">4. I: Cum spun moldovenii la pireul de cartofi?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> R: Barabuli batusiti.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> I: Dar la corner?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> R: Palitura de ungher (:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">5. Doi miriapozi, el si ea, se giugiuleau de zor. Dupa vreo 10 minute, el, transpirat si oftand, ii spune: "Hai nu fii rea si zi-mi intre care picioare o ai !"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">6. Doua blonde erau la o terasa.La un moment dat,una o intreaba pe cealalta:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">-Auzi fata,dar cum se spune corect? Iraq sau Iran?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-6534509907089951899?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KOefbhL0UHZrhG-UfGvLQZlO71U/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KOefbhL0UHZrhG-UfGvLQZlO71U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KOefbhL0UHZrhG-UfGvLQZlO71U/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KOefbhL0UHZrhG-UfGvLQZlO71U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/9ZWqJYTZIVI" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com2http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/04/bancuri-1.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-71631584149423043692011-03-30T21:28:00.022+03:002011-11-04T23:02:12.440+02:002011-11-04T23:02:12.440+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yOKnbQfbnvY/TnYjtcXtaYI/AAAAAAAAAkE/QCFaftGVHZQ/s1600/fairy-shroom.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yOKnbQfbnvY/TnYjtcXtaYI/AAAAAAAAAkE/QCFaftGVHZQ/s320/fairy-shroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653745645826959746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Te astept pe o ciupercuta, te astept pe tine. Te poti intruchipa in raza de lumina care cade pe obrazul meu, in floarea care isi intinde petalele gratioase peste frunzele marunte, in aerul pe care il respir, in roua care se prelinge pe firul de iarba, in racoarea care ma amorteste cu blandete.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Iveste`te de langa copacul batran, care te`a ascuns atata vreme de langa mine.Treci toate raule si apele tulburi, coboara muntii impunatori, strabate paduri intregi si lasa`te condus de potecile lungi si unduitoare.Asculta`ti bataile inimii si respiratia ingreunata, doar gandul ca vei fi in siguranta bratelor mele sa`ti fie singura consolare.</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="autosaveButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="'if"><br /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Voi ramane aici in visarea mea, intr`o fantezie amagitoare, cu privirea in gol si cu aripile deschise, sperand ca vei veni in orice clipa si vei implini frumusetea, tu acel mister si paradox neinteles. Atunci cand va cadea ultima petala, am sa stiu ca esti acolo sa dai viata bobocului ascuns.Te astept pe tine, pe o ciupercuta.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-7163158414942304369?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-ZLWy6t-aJ9q1ZYCmHj_lholG1o/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-ZLWy6t-aJ9q1ZYCmHj_lholG1o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-ZLWy6t-aJ9q1ZYCmHj_lholG1o/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-ZLWy6t-aJ9q1ZYCmHj_lholG1o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/nDZv6enY0pg" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com0http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-20-favourite-songs-part-1.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-1309061355409326872011-03-26T17:17:00.007+02:002011-03-29T12:45:10.495+03:002011-03-29T12:45:10.495+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WYc7iumhiFY/TZGp6h4RBHI/AAAAAAAAAig/tJseYgMAkCw/s1600/White_square_with_question_mark.png"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WYc7iumhiFY/TZGp6h4RBHI/AAAAAAAAAig/tJseYgMAkCw/s200/White_square_with_question_mark.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589435435535369330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">1. Zilnic, avem in jur de 70 000 de ganduri.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">2. Atunci cand privesti o persoana pe care o placi, involuntar pupilele ti se dilata. La fel se intampla si cand te uiti la cineva pe care urasti.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">3. </span><strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Zilnic</strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">, </span><strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">400 de milioane de oameni de pe tot mapamondul fac sex</strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">, adica o persoana din 17.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">4. Mai mult, chiar acum in timp ce citesti acest articol, aproximativ 2000 de cupluri sunt implicate intr-un act sexual.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">5. Precum amprentele si fulgii de zapada, buzele nu lasa urme identice.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">6. Ne petrecem aproximativ doua saptamani din viata sarutandu-ne.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">7. Unii lei pot face sex chiar si de 50 de ori pe zi. Din pacate, noi ne tragem din maimute.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">8. Femeile pot atinge orgasmul numai cu puterea gandului, atingerile si penetrarea fiind absolut inutile.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">9. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="bbtext">Cel mai puternic muschi din corp este limba. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">10. </span><span class="bbtext"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">O femeie inghite patru kilograme de ruj in timpul vietii.</span><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-130906135540932687?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I5Own_5a9Y7lPZxvcmhx-Gvcn3w/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I5Own_5a9Y7lPZxvcmhx-Gvcn3w/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I5Own_5a9Y7lPZxvcmhx-Gvcn3w/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I5Own_5a9Y7lPZxvcmhx-Gvcn3w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/pVpm1s3U-XA" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com11http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/03/stiai-ca.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-85578285238235955922011-03-02T09:31:00.001+02:002011-03-29T12:44:33.169+03:002011-03-29T12:44:33.169+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ll1S_2Dho_k/TW30Al7sbUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/BQSfF4YbfE8/s1600/spring_fashion_by_BreeLeman.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ll1S_2Dho_k/TW30Al7sbUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/BQSfF4YbfE8/s400/spring_fashion_by_BreeLeman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579383804401577282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Va doresc o primavara minunata,cu multi fluturasi si soare...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-8557828523823595592?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4vAOpYG7_e4ab0goWjpTNS0WmGc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4vAOpYG7_e4ab0goWjpTNS0WmGc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4vAOpYG7_e4ab0goWjpTNS0WmGc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4vAOpYG7_e4ab0goWjpTNS0WmGc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/3ANwWDbQ2As" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com0http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/03/primavara.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-87176086392702499382011-03-01T20:53:00.001+02:002011-03-01T20:57:47.360+02:002011-03-01T20:57:47.360+02:00<iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NaQ_4ZvCbOE" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-8717608639270249938?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wwVKV87YkiBfN2x0JEwf_FXTzyE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wwVKV87YkiBfN2x0JEwf_FXTzyE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wwVKV87YkiBfN2x0JEwf_FXTzyE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wwVKV87YkiBfN2x0JEwf_FXTzyE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/AuGbGhRLXAc" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com0http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/03/vrei-sa-fii-martisorul-meu.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-37592523398692992612011-02-24T14:40:00.004+02:002011-02-24T14:42:05.001+02:002011-02-24T14:42:05.001+02:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Mi-aduc aminte clipa:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Nainte-mi tu te-ai arătat,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Vedenie ce pare-n pripa,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Al frumuseţii duh curat.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Oriunde, trudnic, pus-am pasul</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">În al vieţii vălmăşag,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Eu auzeam sunîndu-ţi glasul,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Vedeam în vis chipul tău drag.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Trecut-au anii. În furtună</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">S-a risipit visul senin,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Uitat-am glasul tău cum sună,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Uitat-am chipul tău divin.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">În trist surghiun, în grea uitare,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Priveam la zilele-mi ce mor,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Lipsit de crezuri, de-nchinare,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">De viaţă, lacrimi şi amor.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Ci-n suflet raze se-nfiripă:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Şi iarăşi nu te-ai arătat,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Vedenie ce trece-n pripă,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Al frumuseţii duh curat,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Şi inima-mi în piept tresare,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Şi, beată, freamătă de dor,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Şi de credinţă, de-ncîntare,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">De viaţă, lacrimi şi amor.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-3759252339869299261?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_vP0wvy4r_-f9KrlUnz4cx23Wm0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_vP0wvy4r_-f9KrlUnz4cx23Wm0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_vP0wvy4r_-f9KrlUnz4cx23Wm0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_vP0wvy4r_-f9KrlUnz4cx23Wm0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/vVFbWg_vaAw" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com2http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/02/catre-as-puskin.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8901371074014794934.post-22773787543779839082011-02-18T17:48:00.006+02:002011-02-18T19:07:53.200+02:002011-02-18T19:07:53.200+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zh0JOW4fmQM/TV6U5JWRFwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/alg78rJ8tew/s1600/1258591265460111.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zh0JOW4fmQM/TV6U5JWRFwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/alg78rJ8tew/s320/1258591265460111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575057098214020866" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-swi1PbsW664/TV6U5ZEuFlI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/jsIuqdxusYE/s1600/1258591265454555.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-swi1PbsW664/TV6U5ZEuFlI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/jsIuqdxusYE/s320/1258591265454555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575057102435391058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">One lazy day of daydreaming to sweeten up your life</span>...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8901371074014794934-2277378754377983908?l=flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XTW6hulttJ0fWlape5RlRQbaR0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XTW6hulttJ0fWlape5RlRQbaR0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XTW6hulttJ0fWlape5RlRQbaR0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XTW6hulttJ0fWlape5RlRQbaR0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MQXb/~4/P77TVj2dKNk" height="1" width="1"/>Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702482935100368629noreply@blogger.com2http://flypinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/02/lazy-day.html