<?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-1766160516649857586</id><updated>2024-10-07T01:26:18.385-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nimicuri</title><subtitle type='html'>Cugetari, impresii, momente, vise, imaginar, real, abis, neant, nimic ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-8183934194423886621</id><published>2010-01-27T13:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:48:08.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Noi inceputuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjunVz9aywJ-KwYWoJYulO8c3WlUDiUvs18xxRwsC7L5eJfSwx0xzWVN-rEIS3zm0yLRhASgQ67BGrc73tWszbNL15yXR3TC3WWnTzAreyvKar4PwxMgduxLybuf0-LgOTw9uODBp781pCo/s1600-h/1227372178379_f1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjunVz9aywJ-KwYWoJYulO8c3WlUDiUvs18xxRwsC7L5eJfSwx0xzWVN-rEIS3zm0yLRhASgQ67BGrc73tWszbNL15yXR3TC3WWnTzAreyvKar4PwxMgduxLybuf0-LgOTw9uODBp781pCo/s320/1227372178379_f1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431477729395547138&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai sa cauti alinare&lt;br /&gt;Prin miresme imbietoare&lt;br /&gt;Ai sa cauti fericire&lt;br /&gt;Printre ramuri de suspine.&lt;br /&gt;Vei gasi parfum amar&lt;br /&gt;Pe sub flori fara culoare&lt;br /&gt;Sub inaltul, negru soare&lt;br /&gt;Peste praful mortuar.&lt;br /&gt;Ai sa cauti acceptare&lt;br /&gt;Prin priviri intrebatoare&lt;br /&gt;Ai sa cauti implinire&lt;br /&gt;Prin suflete trecatoare.&lt;br /&gt;Vei gasi raspunsuri seci&lt;br /&gt;Innecate in durere&lt;br /&gt;Incercand din nou a cere&lt;br /&gt;Amagiri si vise reci.&lt;br /&gt;Ai sa cauti sens si rost&lt;br /&gt;In pustiu de delasare&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce este si a fost&lt;br /&gt;Amintire si uitare.&lt;br /&gt;Vei gasi un sunet mut&lt;br /&gt;Urme sterse de traire&lt;br /&gt;Secerate prin simtire&lt;br /&gt;Alt sfarsit, alt inceput.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8183934194423886621/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/noi-inceputuri.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/8183934194423886621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/8183934194423886621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/noi-inceputuri.html' title='Noi inceputuri'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjunVz9aywJ-KwYWoJYulO8c3WlUDiUvs18xxRwsC7L5eJfSwx0xzWVN-rEIS3zm0yLRhASgQ67BGrc73tWszbNL15yXR3TC3WWnTzAreyvKar4PwxMgduxLybuf0-LgOTw9uODBp781pCo/s72-c/1227372178379_f1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-7243307961109240183</id><published>2009-12-31T10:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:39:25.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8v_91Et6y8AvyxPohqvBt4jPLVcjIePca3m0aWWO1LV7Q7WQ9c9xfCTcRpu6DCwyhAw6-_om-9L9T7qQkSuNB7k72R85_ZqUpnO5mSj1_NzaHsxG3unwd124T-OMaXaKNOZuUanETugPY/s1600-h/happy_new_year.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8v_91Et6y8AvyxPohqvBt4jPLVcjIePca3m0aWWO1LV7Q7WQ9c9xfCTcRpu6DCwyhAw6-_om-9L9T7qQkSuNB7k72R85_ZqUpnO5mSj1_NzaHsxG3unwd124T-OMaXaKNOZuUanETugPY/s200/happy_new_year.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422198376649068002&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Un An Nou, un nou start... Uita ce a fost rau, bucura-te de ceea ce a fost bine! Nu uita ca bucuria vine din lucruri marunte, linistea din suflet iar caldura sarbatorilor din inimile noastre. Iti doresc atatea clipe de fericire cati fulgi de nea intr-o iarna de basme. Un an nou mai bun, cu pace si liniste in suflet si cu mai multa dragoste in inima.&lt;br /&gt;Noul an se asterne inaintea noastra ca un volum nescris cu 365 de pagini goale. Sa le scriem numai cu lucruri bune, zambete si implinire, iar la sfarsitul volumului sa-l citim cu bucurie. La Multi Ani 2010 !!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7243307961109240183/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/un-nou-un-nou-start.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/7243307961109240183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/7243307961109240183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/un-nou-un-nou-start.html' title='2010'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8v_91Et6y8AvyxPohqvBt4jPLVcjIePca3m0aWWO1LV7Q7WQ9c9xfCTcRpu6DCwyhAw6-_om-9L9T7qQkSuNB7k72R85_ZqUpnO5mSj1_NzaHsxG3unwd124T-OMaXaKNOZuUanETugPY/s72-c/happy_new_year.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-1756239649246180954</id><published>2009-12-30T11:30:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:44:01.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uitare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicnOgzrHVglxgyKmPnxKWbgB6q8e71lYOTjgC_YEFB90chjT-M-Uzp4PCiJjPbGTJSrjKwTFb3__j7VEmATmUPhsECJZeVHOcC47AiYhBg7Lx06fmvy2_X2_BYg4Wi88fC_KUG1GLsRYPR/s1600-h/wallpaper_professional_HD_creati-14.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicnOgzrHVglxgyKmPnxKWbgB6q8e71lYOTjgC_YEFB90chjT-M-Uzp4PCiJjPbGTJSrjKwTFb3__j7VEmATmUPhsECJZeVHOcC47AiYhBg7Lx06fmvy2_X2_BYg4Wi88fC_KUG1GLsRYPR/s320/wallpaper_professional_HD_creati-14.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422199475300696306&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De ce as scrie despre tine&lt;br /&gt;Zambet ironic mincinos&lt;br /&gt;Ce spui ca mi-ai facut atata bine&lt;br /&gt;Si ai distrus tot ce am avut frumos.&lt;br /&gt;De ce as scrie despre voi&lt;br /&gt;Chipuri strambate in disperare&lt;br /&gt;Vieti goale fara de culoare&lt;br /&gt;Ascunse sub aceleasi masti vulgare.&lt;br /&gt;De ce as scrie despre cei&lt;br /&gt;Ce imi vorbeau de acceptare&lt;br /&gt;In timp ce incercau a ma schimba&lt;br /&gt;In propriile lor tipare.&lt;br /&gt;Fiinte fara ratiune sau simtire&lt;br /&gt;Cu suflete secate in rautate&lt;br /&gt;Narcise ofilite in lume aruncate&lt;br /&gt;Fara sens si pline de falsitate.&lt;br /&gt;Voi - cei ce va numiti perfectiune&lt;br /&gt;Si cautati a afisa integritate&lt;br /&gt;In lumea voastra fara de pacate&lt;br /&gt;Fara credinta sau moralitate.&lt;br /&gt;De ce as scrie despre ei&lt;br /&gt;Urme de existente perisate&lt;br /&gt;Fantome ce blesteama in eternitate&lt;br /&gt;Figuri in imagini desaturate.&lt;br /&gt;De ce as scrie despre toti&lt;br /&gt;Ce doar de regrete imi amintesc&lt;br /&gt;Indiferenti imi sunteti - vii sau morti&lt;br /&gt;Despre voi pot numai sa mazgalesc.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1756239649246180954/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/uitare.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/1756239649246180954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/1756239649246180954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/uitare.html' title='Uitare'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicnOgzrHVglxgyKmPnxKWbgB6q8e71lYOTjgC_YEFB90chjT-M-Uzp4PCiJjPbGTJSrjKwTFb3__j7VEmATmUPhsECJZeVHOcC47AiYhBg7Lx06fmvy2_X2_BYg4Wi88fC_KUG1GLsRYPR/s72-c/wallpaper_professional_HD_creati-14.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-6672853976651790664</id><published>2009-12-24T08:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:48:59.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;OBJECT id=BLOG_video-9c840394beecf3b3 class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId=&quot;9c840394beecf3b3&quot;&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ne apropiem cu pasi repezi spre un alt sfarsit de an si, totodata, un nou inceput. Maine este Craciunul, probabil cea mai apreciata sarbatoare din an, mai ales pentru copii. Cat despre cei mari, cu totii incercam sa fim mai buni in aceasta perioada. &lt;br /&gt;  Stiti vorba aia - &lt;em&gt;&quot;Porcul nu se ingrasa in ajun&quot;&lt;/em&gt; !!! Sa fim mai buni - oare nu asta ar trebui sa facem tot timpul? Ne trebuie o anumita sarbatoare ca sa avem un pretext pentru a lasa rautatile deoparte? Credeti ca aceste 3 zile din an sunt tot ce conteaza? Din punctul meu de vedere ar trebui sa fim asa intregul an, iar in aceasta perioada, de Craciun, sa avem sufletul impacat si sa putem spune intr-adevar ca am invatat putin din ceea ce inseamna bunatatea. Sau, dupa cum spune o alta melodie - &lt;em&gt;Don&#39;t save it all for Christmas Day&lt;/em&gt;. Poate lumea asta ar arata altfel daca toti am face asa. Greu de crezut. Imediat ce vor trece sarbatorile si se va reveni la traiul cotidian, ne vom arata din nou adevaratele fete, si vom uita de acel &lt;em&gt;&quot;spirit de sarbatori&quot;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Acestea fiind spuse va doresc un Craciun Fericit, zambete si bucurie si un An Nou care sa aduca un pic de caldura in sufletele tuturor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas everyone &lt;/em&gt;!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6672853976651790664/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/6672853976651790664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/6672853976651790664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-6646595012253678009</id><published>2009-12-23T17:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:49:52.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Franturi din mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPb-ThRfTHJ6DAd1jmL56gkVLwbucWmTQRwj1t5cGk3_wdg9Je2rwn4tnz4Lxp0aKQfPD7QkDQfYlTx69Li4Cm2pjhGMrd1W3wFro9IZqpQZj-Bwib7K2_jtnCj4MRqxyI-1lA8pTI6Mu/s1600-h/alone,freedom,woman,beautiful,black,white,female-e3b0a57db379f7e933dd1f0153e4aaea_h.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPb-ThRfTHJ6DAd1jmL56gkVLwbucWmTQRwj1t5cGk3_wdg9Je2rwn4tnz4Lxp0aKQfPD7QkDQfYlTx69Li4Cm2pjhGMrd1W3wFro9IZqpQZj-Bwib7K2_jtnCj4MRqxyI-1lA8pTI6Mu/s320/alone,freedom,woman,beautiful,black,white,female-e3b0a57db379f7e933dd1f0153e4aaea_h.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422200981216941298&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am trup de nisip&lt;br /&gt;Inchin in mare amintiri,&lt;br /&gt;Ratacesc prin timp&lt;br /&gt;Ma regasesc prin uitate trairi.&lt;br /&gt;Am maini pictate in arama&lt;br /&gt;Ce ating si se topesc si curg,&lt;br /&gt;Valuri de litere in goana&lt;br /&gt;Si vise innecate in amurg.&lt;br /&gt;Am talpi de fildes erodat&lt;br /&gt;Si pasii imi sunt secunde si decenii,&lt;br /&gt;Am mersul tot mai greu si leganat&lt;br /&gt;Pe sub povara vremii.&lt;br /&gt;Am sani nascuti din mar si din caisa&lt;br /&gt;Ce tremura-n atingeri reci de vant,&lt;br /&gt;Ascunsi sub ceata densa si inchisa&lt;br /&gt;Ce zboara in revers peste pamant.&lt;br /&gt;Am gura in cuvinte aromate&lt;br /&gt;Si buze de un sange nefiresc,&lt;br /&gt;Graiesc in carbune si nestemate&lt;br /&gt;Si infinitului de dor eu ii soptesc.&lt;br /&gt;Am ochi de abanos clestar&lt;br /&gt;Privesc si rad si plang nesocotit,&lt;br /&gt;Ascund dulceata si amar&lt;br /&gt;In chip nemarginit.&lt;br /&gt;Am suflet de foc si gheata mistuit&lt;br /&gt;Ce amorteste in batai nemasurate,&lt;br /&gt;Potop de sentimente arid&lt;br /&gt;Franturi din mine aruncate.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6646595012253678009/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/franturi-din-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/6646595012253678009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/6646595012253678009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/franturi-din-mine.html' title='Franturi din mine'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPb-ThRfTHJ6DAd1jmL56gkVLwbucWmTQRwj1t5cGk3_wdg9Je2rwn4tnz4Lxp0aKQfPD7QkDQfYlTx69Li4Cm2pjhGMrd1W3wFro9IZqpQZj-Bwib7K2_jtnCj4MRqxyI-1lA8pTI6Mu/s72-c/alone,freedom,woman,beautiful,black,white,female-e3b0a57db379f7e933dd1f0153e4aaea_h.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-8930696269697480585</id><published>2009-12-22T18:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:36:06.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weihnachtsträume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLa7wNB3wYCW3P-YVpbyGa1chO0v1CpVFsp7LJtYnd8xXG_gzPvA57FQMURGBkhJp2LTRtk8CJPoz1B8ysdsB7jQPpjYrbuE2bQNG41-J8zMSUguDymCT2hoxaH8QhX7xlm40b-QYT5mN/s1600-h/ucsi014001.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418211020986597650&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLa7wNB3wYCW3P-YVpbyGa1chO0v1CpVFsp7LJtYnd8xXG_gzPvA57FQMURGBkhJp2LTRtk8CJPoz1B8ysdsB7jQPpjYrbuE2bQNG41-J8zMSUguDymCT2hoxaH8QhX7xlm40b-QYT5mN/s320/ucsi014001.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ieri am creat primul meu om de zapada :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Multi dintre voi probabil nu isi mai amintesc asemenea momente &#39;&#39;insignificante&#39;&#39;, dar eu stiu sigur ca mi-l voi aminti mereu. Poate si pentru ca am crescut la bloc si nu am avut rude la tara ( sau cel putin nu le-am cunoscut prea mult ), iar pe timp de iarna iesirile afara se rezumau in mare parte la jocuri intre copii si aruncat bulgari. Un om de zapada necesita un pic de timp si rabdare, ceea ce se pare ca eu, fiind copil, nu am avut. Dar acum mi-am implinit si acest vis. Acum, la varsta de 22 de ani, eu sunt inca un copil ascuns dupa chipul unui om in toata firea. Cu toate incercarile vietii ce cauta mereu sa ma doboare, incerc sa imi pastrez o margine de suflet visator. Si viata devine de multe ori al naibii de insuportabila, iar momentele in care esti &quot;fericit&quot; sunt tot mai putine - spre deosebire de copilarie, minunata si scurta perioada in care naivitatea varstei nu te lasa sa iti pierzi zambetul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De multe ori mi-am pierdut acel zambet, increderea, visele, chiar si speranta. Am incercat de fiecare data sa imi gasesc puterea de a merge mai departe. Chiar daca, de multe ori, nimic nu mai avea sens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa cum unii m-au criticat, asa cum altii m-au acceptat, asa cum multi s-au dovedit a imi fi asemenea - am inca un suflet de copil. Si ziua de ieri va fi una din cele mai frumoase amintiri. Cu tot tavalitul prin zapada, cu hainele ude, cu mainile inghetate, si cu zambetul acela ce nu l-am mai simtit de mult pe buze. Clipe atat de marunte si nepretuite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa fim adulti am invatat deja, sa fim copii insa am uitat. Si asta e una din cele mai importante parti din viata. Pentru ca pastreaza sentimente pure si neconditionate, acea bunatate ce la multi se pierde pe parcurs. Imi doresc ca in prima zi de Craciun sa ninga, si fiecare fulg de nea sa aduca un strop de copilarie in sufletele celor ce il privesc. Sarbatori cu bucurie si un an nou ca in cele mai frumoase povesti !!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8930696269697480585/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/ieri-am-creat-primul-meu-om-de-zapada.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/8930696269697480585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/8930696269697480585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/ieri-am-creat-primul-meu-om-de-zapada.html' title='Weihnachtsträume'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLa7wNB3wYCW3P-YVpbyGa1chO0v1CpVFsp7LJtYnd8xXG_gzPvA57FQMURGBkhJp2LTRtk8CJPoz1B8ysdsB7jQPpjYrbuE2bQNG41-J8zMSUguDymCT2hoxaH8QhX7xlm40b-QYT5mN/s72-c/ucsi014001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-7574406697442619899</id><published>2009-12-22T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:42:33.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre prietenie ( Mircea Eliade )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh0ekio4QfLPf3MrtySzwaaUXMaEedxwP3ZbC5FUAdNgzvZX9LtJbpaX9TzBsrTWvw5Lf9f42DBB48j0rbvfXDH1WSjymu9rSlJkIuXcb3Hx-gEU_VQ_8_V1VdIpJfgsBvNAUry1JkCKmC/s1600-h/d8ed.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418194476087994562&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh0ekio4QfLPf3MrtySzwaaUXMaEedxwP3ZbC5FUAdNgzvZX9LtJbpaX9TzBsrTWvw5Lf9f42DBB48j0rbvfXDH1WSjymu9rSlJkIuXcb3Hx-gEU_VQ_8_V1VdIpJfgsBvNAUry1JkCKmC/s320/d8ed.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despre prietenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mircea Eliade&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Se spune ca a fi sincer inseamna a nu ascunde nimic celuilalt, a te deschide tot. Este exact, dar criteriul acestei sinceritati il are intotdeauna celalalt, nu tu. Esti considerat sincer nu &quot;cand nu ascunzi nimic&quot; celuilalt, ci cand nu ascunzi ceea ce asteapta de la tine sa ascunzi. Este poate paradoxal, dar asa e; sinceritatea ta nu se verifica prin tine, ci prin celalalt. Esti considerat sincer numai atunci cand spui ceea ce vrea si ceea ce asteapta altul de la tine sa spui. Daca ii marturisesti unei prietene ca e frumoasa si inteligenta, in timp ce ea nu e nici una nici alta, nu esti sincer. Daca ii spui ca e urata si foarte putin desteapta, esti sincer. Dar marturiseste-i ca toate acestea n-au absolut nici o importanta, ca altele sunt lucrurile pe care ai dori sa i le spui, ca isi macina timpul intr-un mod stupid, ca traieste o himera, ca viseaza la lucruri ce o indeparteaza de adevar si de fericire atunci sigur nu esti nici sincer, esti nebun. Este poate ciudat, dar ne temem de o lume &quot;defavorabila&quot;, de un mediu strain, cu care nu putem comunica, fat a de care nu putem fi &quot;sinceri&quot;. Pentru a nu fi singuri vrem ca lumea sa fie sincera cu noi. Doar sinceritatea ne da aceasta certitudine ca suntem inconjurati de prieteni, de oameni care ne iubesc, ca nu suntem singuri. De aceea in ceasurile de mare singuratate se fac cele mai multe confesiuni, se deschid sufletele, oamenii se cauta unul pe altul: tocmai pentru a anula acel sentiment al izolarii definitive. Sinceritatea este si ea, ca atatea altele, un aspect al instinctului de conservare. De fapt, sinceritatea participa la acea complicata clasa de sentimente si orgoliu ce se numeste prietenie si care, trebuie sa recunoastem, constituie unul dintre cele mai serioase motive de a iubi viata. In prietenie se intampla acelasi lucru: esti iubit nu pentru ceea ce esti tu, ci pentru ceea ce vede si crede prietenul tau in tine. Tu, omul, esti sacrificat intotdeauna. Esti iubit nu pentru tine, ci pentru ceea ce poti da, ceea ce poti justifica, verifica, contrazice sau afirma in sentimentele prietenului. Si nu te poti plange, pentru ca si tu faci la fel; toata lumea face la fel. Ceea ce intristeaza oarecum intr-o prietenie este faptul ca fiecare dintre prieteni sacrifica libertatea celuilalt. Prin &quot;libertate&quot; inteleg suma posibilitatilor lui, vointa lui de a se schimba, de a se modifica,de a se compromite. Esti iubit pentru ca prietenii s-au obisnuit cu tine sa te vada pe strada, sa te intalneasca la un anumit local sau pe terenul de sport,s-au obisnuit sa mergi cu ei la cinematograf, in vizita la cunostinte, sa-ti placa, in general, ceea ce la place si lor, sa gandesti, in general, ceea ce gandesc si ei. Unde esti tu in toate aceste sentimente ale lor? Esti descompus, distribuit si asimilat dupa vointa sau capriciul lor; iar tu faci la fel. Daca intr-o zi vrei sa faci altceva decat ceea ce se asteapta de la tine sa faci, atunci nu mai esti un bun prieten, atunci incomodezi, obosesti, stanjenesti. Cateodata esti tolerat; aceasta e tot ce poate oferi dragostea prietenilor tai libertatii tale: toleranta. Zilele trecute incercam sa vorbesc cu cativa prieteni despre moarte, iar ei parca mi-ar fi spus: &quot;Draga, fii serios si lasa prostiile la o parte!&quot;. Ei nu intelegeau ca ceea ce le apare lor drept prostii poate insemna pentru mine o problema esentiala. Si atunci m-am intrebat ce ar spune prietenii mei daca as savarsi un act compromitator, dar cerut urgent de libertatea mea? Si mi-am dat seama ca n-ar judeca schimbarea din punctul meu de vedere. Ei n-ar incerca sa treaca o clipa in mine, ca sa imi inteleaga nebunia. M-ar decreta nebun, m-ar tolera s-au m-ar lasa singur. In nici un caz n-ar trece in mine. Or, dragostea adevarata nu insemna decat aceasta completa renuntare la individualitatea ta pentru a trece in celalalt. O prietenie nu se verifica numai prin libertatea pe care i-o acorzi celuilalt. A ajuta pe un prieten la nevoie, a-l incalzi cu mangaierile tale, a-l inconjura cu &quot;sinceritatile&quot; tale nu inseamna nimic. Altele sunt adevaratele probe ale prieteniei: a nu-i incalca libertatea, a nu-l judeca din punctul tau de vedere (care poate fi real si justificabil, dar poate nu corespunde experientei destinului celuilalt), a nu-l pretui prin ceea ce iti convine sau te amuza pe tine, ci pentru ceea ce este, pentru el insusi, prin ceea ce trebuie el sa realizeze ca sa ajunga un om. Iar nu un simplu manechin. Toate acestea insa nu ti le cere nimeni, dupa cum nimeni nu-ti cere adevarata sinceritate, ci numai acea sinceritate pe care o doreste el. Nu uitati ca intr-o prietenie nu conteaza numai ceea ce ia celalalt. Fiecare luam mai putin decat ar trebui. Acesta este marele nostru pacat: ca nu ne e sete de mai mult, ca ne multumim cu sferturi; de aceea avem fiecare dintre noi atata spaima de ridicol. Nu numai ca nu dam cat ar trebui, dar luam cu mult mai putin decat ni se ofera.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7574406697442619899/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/despre-prietenie-mircea-eliade.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/7574406697442619899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/7574406697442619899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/despre-prietenie-mircea-eliade.html' title='Despre prietenie ( Mircea Eliade )'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh0ekio4QfLPf3MrtySzwaaUXMaEedxwP3ZbC5FUAdNgzvZX9LtJbpaX9TzBsrTWvw5Lf9f42DBB48j0rbvfXDH1WSjymu9rSlJkIuXcb3Hx-gEU_VQ_8_V1VdIpJfgsBvNAUry1JkCKmC/s72-c/d8ed.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-6396043458842821280</id><published>2009-12-22T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:40:11.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Citate celebre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPXW2DRsE18cu1d8m9jBY7nlBusXCnlV7-y1DvUv6Z5RoJjo8Hv16vm4L-WWPsL49EZln1P55XLkP19llsZwUZn9zWRqdFO-SXSA8hbsSYjb6lNmqtmKnAl_tbgubYhwsNhR62KNJLssvV/s1600-h/fa0a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418193357267368658&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPXW2DRsE18cu1d8m9jBY7nlBusXCnlV7-y1DvUv6Z5RoJjo8Hv16vm4L-WWPsL49EZln1P55XLkP19llsZwUZn9zWRqdFO-SXSA8hbsSYjb6lNmqtmKnAl_tbgubYhwsNhR62KNJLssvV/s320/fa0a.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;Citate despre viata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Arta vietii - Rezerva, discretiune, cumpatare, in genere negatiune si, in rezumat, abnegatiune. - Titu Maiorescu&lt;br /&gt;Daca iubesti viata, si viata te va iubi pe tine. - Arthur Rubinstein&lt;br /&gt;Traieste ca si cum ai muri maine. Invata ca si cum ai trai vesnic. - Mahatma Ghandi&lt;br /&gt;Nu accepta viata asa cum ti-o propun oamenii. Nu inceta de a te convinge ca viata ar putea fi mai frumoasa; a ta si a celorlalti; nu alta viata viitoare, care ne-ar consola de aceasta si ne-ar ajuta sa ii acceptam mizeria. Nu accepta. Din ziua in care vei incepe sa intelegi ca nu Dumnezeu, ci oamenii sunt raspunzatori de aproape toate nenorocirile vietii, nu te vei mai resemna. - Andre Gide&lt;br /&gt;Viata este o consumatie - unii consuma, iar altii se consuma. - Henri Wallon&lt;br /&gt;Viata este o lupta, dar nu un razboi. - John Burroughs&lt;br /&gt;Viata este arta de a trage concluzii suficiente din premize insuficiente. - Samuel Butler&lt;br /&gt;Viata noastra este rezultatul alegerilor pe care le facem; a da vina pe cei din jur, pe mediu, pe factori, inseamna a da acestor lucruri puterea de a ne controla. - Stephen Covey&lt;br /&gt;Viata este o tragedie atunci cand e privita in prim-plan si o comedie cand o privesti in plan larg. - Charlie Chaplin&lt;br /&gt;Viata este ceea ce ti se intampla in timp ce esti ocupat sa faci alte planuri. - John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;Viata e pretioasa. Viata e fragila. In clipa asta esti, in clipa urmatoare te-ai dus. Fiecare clipa trebuie stoarsa de tot ce se poate da, fiindca nu sti niciodata cand va cade cortina. - Sandra Brown&lt;br /&gt;Ironia suprema a vietii este ca nimeni nu scapa de ea in viata. - Robert Heinlein&lt;br /&gt;Viata e placuta. Moartea e listita. Tranzitia este problematica. - Isaac Asimov&lt;br /&gt;Tragedia vietii nu este ca se termina atat de repede, ci ca asteptam atat de mult sa o incepem. - W. M. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Pierzi in viata ani si la moarte cersesti o clipa. - Nicolae Iorga&lt;br /&gt;Viata nu inseamna a trai, ci a sti pentru ce traiesti. – Nicolae Iorga&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare trebuie sa-si traiasca propria viata si sa plateasca propriul pret. - Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii se impart in doua categorii: cei care cauta sensul vietii fara sa-l gaseasca, si cei care l-au gasit fara sa-l caute. - Emil Cioran&lt;br /&gt;Sunt doua feluri de a-ti trai viata: unul, de a crede ca nimic nu este un miracol; al doilea, ca si cand totul este un miracol. - Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&gt;Citate despre fericire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Idealurile sunt ca stelele: s-ar putea sa nu le atingem, dar ne pot calauzi in viata.&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa ai orice iti doresti daca renunti sa mai vrei - Lester Levenson&lt;br /&gt;Fericirea e un ideal al imaginatiei, iar nu al ratiunii. - Immanuel Kant&lt;br /&gt;Fericirea este gaura cheii prin care tragi cu ochiul la ceea ce numai visul poate atinge. - Ionut Caragea&lt;br /&gt;Fericirea unui om nu consta in lipsa dorintelor, ci in cunoasterea perfecta a lor. - Alfred Lord Tennyson&lt;br /&gt;Secretul fericirii este sa ii faci pe ceilalti sa creada ca ei sunt cauza fericirii. - Al Batt&lt;br /&gt;Rar se intampla ca oamenii rai sa fie fericiti. Se otravesc cu propria lor rautate. - Maurice Chevalier&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare are in mainile sale propria fericire, precum artistul are materia bruta, careia vrea sa-i dea o forma. - J. W. von Goethe&lt;br /&gt;Adevarata fericire ar fi sa ne amintim de prezent. - Jules Renard&lt;br /&gt;Nimanui nu-i pasa daca esti trist, asa ca ai putea la fel de bine sa fii fericit. - Cynthia Nelms&lt;br /&gt;Fericirea este sensul si scopul vietii, singura tinta si finalul existentei umane - Aristotel&lt;br /&gt;Fericirea e ceva ce nu se atinge niciodata… dar in cautarea ei, merita sa alergi toata viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ffff;&quot;&gt;Citate despre prietenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prietenia este, in primul rand, pacea reciproca si zborul spiritului pe deasupra amanuntelor vulgare. - Antoine de Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;Prietenia este confortul inexprimabil de a te simti in siguranta cu o persoana, fara a trebui sa iti cantaresti gandurile, nici sa iti masori cuvintele - George Eliot.&lt;br /&gt;Prietenul nu iubeste prietenul, ci obiectivul prieteniei. - Platon&lt;br /&gt;Prietenia nu rezista nici un jigniri, nici in infrangeri. Ea moare. - Titu Maiorescu&lt;br /&gt;Ma pot increde mai mult in dusmani cinstiti decat in prieteni falsi. - Lorenzo de Medici&lt;br /&gt;Prietenia sfârşeşte acolo unde începe neîncrederea. - Seneca&lt;br /&gt;E mai rusinos sa nu ai incredere intr-un prieten decat sa fii inselat de el. - Arthur Schopenhauer&lt;br /&gt;Prietenie înseamnă să fii alături de prieteni nu când au dreptate, ci când greşesc. - Andre Malraux&lt;br /&gt;Prietenii de ocazie i-am gasit asemanatori cu randunelele, care vin primavara si pleaca atunci cand incepe frigul. – Oxenstierna&lt;br /&gt;Prietenia nu înseamnă numai să faci ceva pentru cineva, ci şi să îţi pese de cineva, lucru de care orice om are nevoie. - C.Neil Strait&lt;br /&gt;Nu rupe firul unei prietenii, caci, chiar daca il legi din nou, nodul ramane. - Octavian Paler&lt;br /&gt;Să nu legi niciodată prietenie cu omul pe care nu-l poţi respecta. - Charles Darwin&lt;br /&gt;Vor exista mereu oameni care te vor rani, asa ca trebuie sa-ti pastrezi increderea si doar sa ai mai multa grija in cine ai incredere si a doua oara. - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;Un prieten adevarat te prinde de mana si iti atinge inima. - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;A scoate prietenia din viaţă e ca şi cum am scoate soarele din lume. - Cicero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;Citate despre dragoste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vrei sa fii iubit, iubeste! - Seneca&lt;br /&gt;Prima conditie a bunatatii sufletului omenesc este sa aiba ceva de iubit; a doua, sa aiba ceva de respectat - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;A iubi inseamna sa fi fericit de ceva - fara conditii, fara judecati, fara asteptari - Barry Neil Kaufman&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea nu este altceva decat numele pentru dorinta si cautarea intregului. - Aristophanes&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea curata si suspiciunea nu pot locui impreuna. - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea consta in dorinta de a da ceea ce este al tau altuia si de a simti fericirea acestuia ca si cum ar fi a ta. - Emanuel Swedenborg&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea nu are nimic in comun cu ce te astepti sa primesti, ci cu ceea ce te astepti sa dai - adica totul.&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea nu are nevoie de cuvinte, insa cuvintele au intotdeauna nevoi de dragoste. - Ionut Caragea&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca pentru lume esti o singura persona, dar pentru o anumita persoana, esti intreaga lume. - Gabriel Garcia Marquez &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;Citate despre ura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ura este produsul vietii neimplinite - Eric Fromm&lt;br /&gt;Ura este viciul sufletelor inguste; ei o hranesc cu toate meschinariile lor si o folosesc ca pretext pentru tiranii josnice - Honore de Balzac&lt;br /&gt;Ura nu calculeaza, nu cugeta niciodata si refuza sa vorbeasca limba ratiunii - Honore de Balzac&lt;br /&gt;Cand uram pe cineva, uram in el ceva ce face parte din noi insine - Hermann Hesse&lt;br /&gt;Rautatea incepe acolo unde sfarseste omenia - Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;Invidia nu se simte bine nici in singuratate; numai nenorocirea altora poate sa faca bucuria sa - Nicolae Iorga&lt;br /&gt;Regretul pentru lucrurile pe care le-ai facut se poate stinge cu timpul, insa regretul pentru ceea ce nu ai facut nu are consolare. - Sydney J.Harris&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii se grabesc sa judece, spre a nu fi ei insisi judecati - Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;Este mult mai usor sa lupti pentru propriile principii decat sa le respecti - Alfred Adler&lt;br /&gt;Nimic mai rusinos decat a fi in dusmanie cu acei pe care i-ai iubit mult. - Marcus Tullius Cicero&lt;br /&gt;Este mai dificil sa distrugi o parere gresita decat un atom - Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;Invatata sa intelegi mai intai ca sa poti fii inteles. - Beca Lewis Allen&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne multumim cu ce avem, fara a face comparatii; niciodata nu va fi fericit acela pe care-l va chinui fericirea mai mare a altuia. - Seneca&lt;br /&gt;De obicei nenorocirea da pe fata caracterul, iar fericirea il ascunde. - Horatius&lt;br /&gt;Unii oameni isi cladesc ura pe aceleasi pietre pe care le-ar fi putut folosi sa isi cladeasca dragostea - Antoine de Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;Daca ar trebui sa ne gandim la tot norocul pe care l-am avut fara sa-l meritam, n-am indrazni sa ne plangem de nenoroc. - Jules Renard&lt;br /&gt;Orice nedreptate izvoraste din prea mare iubire fata de noi insine, si din prea putina iubire fata de altii. - John Locke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ff33;&quot;&gt;Citate despre critica si prostie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Critica e usoara, arta e grea. - Phillipe Destouches&lt;br /&gt;Fa ceea ce iti spune inima ca este corect sa faci - pentru ca oricum vei fi criticat. Vei fi condamnat indiferent ce vei face. - Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa descoperi criticul prost cand incepe sa discute poetul si nu poezia. - Ezra Pound&lt;br /&gt;Nimic nu-i atat de usor ca a critica; nimic nu-i atat de greu ca a evita noi insine greselile despre care credem ca avem dreptul sa le criticam la altii - Oxenstierna&lt;br /&gt;Numai un prost poate sa critice, sa condamne si sa se planga - si majoriatea prostilor o fac. - Dale Carnegie&lt;br /&gt;Oricine gaseste motiv de a critica la altii ceea ce altii gasesc de criticat la el. - La Rochefoucauld&lt;br /&gt;Prostia inseamna sa faci acelasi lucru, in mod repetata, asteptand rezultate diferite.&lt;br /&gt;E bine sa taci si sa dai impresia ca esti prost, decat sa vorbesti si sa inlaturi orice dubiu.&lt;br /&gt;Prostul are un mare avantaj fata de omul destept: este intotdeauna multumit de el insusi - Napoleon Bonaparte&lt;br /&gt;Spiritul de contradictie este personalitatea prostului - George Calinescu&lt;br /&gt;Prostul cu memorie buna are la dispozitie multe ganduri si fapte, dar nu stie sa traga din ele nici o concluzie. - Luc de Clapiers&lt;br /&gt;Orice prost e ferm convins, si oricare om ferm convins e prost; cu cat judecata sa e mai gresita, cu atat e mai mare indaratnicia sa. - Baltasar Gracian&lt;br /&gt;De obicei (tocmai) acela care stie mai putin, gaseste placere mai mare in a contrazice. - Oxenstierna&lt;br /&gt;Nu te lasa ademenit sa contrazici. Inteleptii cad in nestiinta, cand se cearta cu cei nestiutori. - Goethe&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu e destul de inteligent ca sa poata convinge un prost ca e prost - Jean De La Fontaine&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa intelegi ca esti prost trebuie totusi sa iti mearga mintea - Georges Bransses&lt;br /&gt;Doar doua lucruri sunt infinite: Universul si prostia umana. Iar de cea din urma sunt foarte sigur. - Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;Toate mintile marginite au obiceiul de a nu iesi din cercul intamplarilor si de a nu le cauta cauza. Pentru greselile lor le place sa-i gaseasca vinovati pe altii. – Balzac&lt;br /&gt;Spiritele mediocre condamna de obicei tot ce depaseste inteligenta lor. - La Rochefoucauld&lt;br /&gt;Mintile ilustre discuta idei, inteligentele medii discuta evenimente, iar mintile reduse ii discuta pe altii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;Citate despre dreptate si adevar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adevarul este cel mai valoros lucru pe care il avem. Deci, sa il economisim. - Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;Pentru a spune adevarul e nevoie de cel putin doi oameni - unul care sa il spuna si celalalt care sa il asculte. - Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;Adevarul le foloseste celor care-l asculta, dar le face rau celor care-l spun. - Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;Este de o mie de ori mai bine sa fii optimist si sa te inseli, decat sa fii pesimist si sa ai dreptate. - Jack Penn&lt;br /&gt;E ingrozitor sa ajungi sa crezi ca ceea ce spun altii despre tine e adevarat. - Sydney Smith&lt;br /&gt;Cei plini de pofte si de ura nu vor cunoaste niciodata adevarul. - Vinayapitaka&lt;br /&gt;Sunt adevaruri pe care este cu neputinta sa le intelegi just, daca inainte de aceea n-ai trecut prin anumite rataciri! - Lucian Blaga&lt;br /&gt;Sunt anumite adevaruri despre care nu-i de ajuns sa convingi (pe cineva), ci trebuie sa-l faci sa le si simta. - Montesquieu&lt;br /&gt;Daca adevarul nu este al vostru, atunci nu este adevar. Pentru a fi adevar trebuie sa va apartina, sa provina din experienta voastra; adevarul nu poate fi imprumutat. - Osho&lt;br /&gt;A demonstra ca am dreptate presupune ca s-ar putea sa ma insel. - Charles Baudelaire&lt;br /&gt;Adevarul sufera deseori mai mult de infierbantarea aparatorilor sai, decat de argumentele dusmanilor. - William Penn&lt;br /&gt;Nu cel care are dreptate are &quot;ultimul cuvant&quot;, ci, din pacate, cel care vorbeste ultimul. - Gilbert Cesbron&lt;br /&gt;Suntem cu totii intr-o eterna cautare a adevarului, pe care nu il putem vedea, pentru ca suntem orbiti de acele false credinte pe care le avem in mintea noastra. - Don Miguel Ruiz&lt;br /&gt;E adevarat ca nu stim ce-am avut pana nu-l pierdem, dar e adevarat si ca nu stim ce-am pierdut pana cand nu-l dobandim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc66cc;&quot;&gt;Citate amuzante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prostul rade de trei ori: o data cand rad ceilalti, o data cand intelege gluma si inca o data, cand isi da seama ca rasese fara sa inteleaga.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu sufar de nebunie…ma bucur de ea in fiecare minut.&lt;br /&gt;Exista doua cuvinte care iti deschid multe usi: trage si impinge.&lt;br /&gt;A studia insteamna a te indoi de inteligenta colegului de banca.&lt;br /&gt;A gresi este omeneste…totusi, a da vina pe altul este si mai omeneste.&lt;br /&gt;Nu este important sa castigi… este important sa-l faci pe celalalt sa piarda.&lt;br /&gt;Cel care zambeste atunci cand lucrurile iau o intorsatura proasta s-a gandit deja pe cine sa dea vina. - Robert Bloch&lt;br /&gt;Exista o lume mai buna… dar este foarte scumpa.&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii, ca si natiunile, vor actiona rational numai dupa ce toate celelalte posibilitati au fost epuizate.&lt;br /&gt;Unul din lucrurile foarte bune la carti e ca unele au niste poze absolut fantastice. - George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;Deoarece lunea aceasta pica intr-o marti din ziua de miercuri, intalnirea noastra saptamanala de joi va avea loc vineri, sambata aceasta, pentru ca duminica e zi libera. (Red Skelton, anunt premiat de New York Times)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6396043458842821280/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/citate-celebre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/6396043458842821280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/6396043458842821280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/citate-celebre.html' title='Citate celebre'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPXW2DRsE18cu1d8m9jBY7nlBusXCnlV7-y1DvUv6Z5RoJjo8Hv16vm4L-WWPsL49EZln1P55XLkP19llsZwUZn9zWRqdFO-SXSA8hbsSYjb6lNmqtmKnAl_tbgubYhwsNhR62KNJLssvV/s72-c/fa0a.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-7502721440130683495</id><published>2009-12-22T18:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:32:56.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Versuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYTZjavH4FJs9S9xQRJJBeZX61u2RjXkUuBr8FCKmd3ELOZFZeRwkxbU4FzwK3ApX-wxqe3oTe1zNqccaCksv33sYd-4yThCy6APaYUCCxPdSJoToeHWpdwboDVw1ioy-0zl0EMT0YY1Uw/s1600-h/8480.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418191652131129922&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYTZjavH4FJs9S9xQRJJBeZX61u2RjXkUuBr8FCKmd3ELOZFZeRwkxbU4FzwK3ApX-wxqe3oTe1zNqccaCksv33sYd-4yThCy6APaYUCCxPdSJoToeHWpdwboDVw1ioy-0zl0EMT0YY1Uw/s320/8480.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot; Viata - eterna amagire, compromis si rutina, un scenariu ce trebuie urmat pas cu pas spre atingerea unui ideal inexistent, o lupta de supravietuire a celor ce mai cred ca iubirea trece peste orice, priviti in aparente de ochii de gheata ai celor ce traiesc mereu pentru a interpreta acelasi rol, in falsa si ipocrita societate condusa de conceptii mediocre. Am in suflet un sentiment strain de mine, uneori doare, ma rog sa dispara si apoi ma bucur ca nu reusesc. Pentru ca asta ma face uman. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;  Va impartasesc aceste pagini cu versuri scrise in asa-zisele momente de inspiratie. Pe vremea cand inca mai visam cu ochii deschisi la povesti imaginare. Un alt caiet prafuit de timp...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7502721440130683495/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/versuri.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/7502721440130683495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/7502721440130683495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/versuri.html' title='Versuri'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYTZjavH4FJs9S9xQRJJBeZX61u2RjXkUuBr8FCKmd3ELOZFZeRwkxbU4FzwK3ApX-wxqe3oTe1zNqccaCksv33sYd-4yThCy6APaYUCCxPdSJoToeHWpdwboDVw1ioy-0zl0EMT0YY1Uw/s72-c/8480.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-9143879598832593532</id><published>2009-12-22T18:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:52:23.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nepasare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgckGkovFrX1Zqr9nNATmwqCctLdw0FeI04bDjaFueWsrIHlLj2-KgAHSBgXhQQ4hROfztX5Q6ufqxd7nzuf-Rq7FPc8I3RMboQtDISMd_zs2kV5SLa8UB5lMHU5sGF_pefZx3SgfY0izB/s1600-h/edb4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgckGkovFrX1Zqr9nNATmwqCctLdw0FeI04bDjaFueWsrIHlLj2-KgAHSBgXhQQ4hROfztX5Q6ufqxd7nzuf-Rq7FPc8I3RMboQtDISMd_zs2kV5SLa8UB5lMHU5sGF_pefZx3SgfY0izB/s320/edb4.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422201758196494466&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trec ore si minute&lt;br /&gt;In zbor neincetat,&lt;br /&gt;Mor iluzii si vise&lt;br /&gt;Pe care le-am uitat.&lt;br /&gt;Trec luni si nopti si zile&lt;br /&gt;In golul dintre noi,&lt;br /&gt;Si pier in amintire&lt;br /&gt;Privite inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;Trec ani mereu la rand&lt;br /&gt;Abis, neant, nimic,&lt;br /&gt;Se mai pierde un gand&lt;br /&gt;Si poate am iubit...&lt;br /&gt;( 6.02.2006 )</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9143879598832593532/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/nepasare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/9143879598832593532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/9143879598832593532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/nepasare.html' title='Nepasare'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgckGkovFrX1Zqr9nNATmwqCctLdw0FeI04bDjaFueWsrIHlLj2-KgAHSBgXhQQ4hROfztX5Q6ufqxd7nzuf-Rq7FPc8I3RMboQtDISMd_zs2kV5SLa8UB5lMHU5sGF_pefZx3SgfY0izB/s72-c/edb4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-9165108733395361241</id><published>2009-12-22T18:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:15:06.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancolie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvS0NPg8wx31FA4f2FKYS1dIHyz5SUwavCjWY_5-bEt_6qUSHZC09BMYJGpOchwNbownY_giOJdBbYoGX06xgB79nTsdtDB28ZxgdCOGO6RcPEfPYTQ6CyZlRLaM7FT78OKnvj81M2-yDk/s1600-h/7be4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvS0NPg8wx31FA4f2FKYS1dIHyz5SUwavCjWY_5-bEt_6qUSHZC09BMYJGpOchwNbownY_giOJdBbYoGX06xgB79nTsdtDB28ZxgdCOGO6RcPEfPYTQ6CyZlRLaM7FT78OKnvj81M2-yDk/s320/7be4.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422207620466459394&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prea multe ganduri ma inconjoara&lt;br /&gt;Si prea multa tacere,&lt;br /&gt;Prea multe vise, seara de seara&lt;br /&gt;Si-n suflet doar durere.&lt;br /&gt;Prea multe intrebari fara raspuns&lt;br /&gt;Si lacrimi fara rost,&lt;br /&gt;Prea multe sarutari pe ascuns&lt;br /&gt;Si clipe ce au fost.&lt;br /&gt;Si toamna in a ei melancolie&lt;br /&gt;Imi aminteste ce nu pot uita,&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa ma gandesc la ce o sa fie&lt;br /&gt;Vreau doar sa fiu a ta.&lt;br /&gt;Soarele s-a ascuns si e departe&lt;br /&gt;Iar norii ne aduc tristetea sa,&lt;br /&gt;Si tot ce imi doresc e sa te am aproape&lt;br /&gt;Si ploaia ce ne va cununa.&lt;br /&gt;Fara trecut si fara viitor&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne iubim zi de zi tot mai mult,&lt;br /&gt;Doar tu si eu si un parfum de amor&lt;br /&gt;Sa-mi vorbesti cu privirea iar eu sa te ascult.&lt;br /&gt;( 22.09.2005 )</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9165108733395361241/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/melancolie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/9165108733395361241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/9165108733395361241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/melancolie.html' title='Melancolie'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvS0NPg8wx31FA4f2FKYS1dIHyz5SUwavCjWY_5-bEt_6qUSHZC09BMYJGpOchwNbownY_giOJdBbYoGX06xgB79nTsdtDB28ZxgdCOGO6RcPEfPYTQ6CyZlRLaM7FT78OKnvj81M2-yDk/s72-c/7be4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-7869364805836126151</id><published>2009-12-22T18:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:05:44.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cugetari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBD1jpGa9DHMr9Y5-ElmIlBnDGNtC23bI05-D6g5Al3VHXetuIQ9_zHhL9HsSjSJSvcLdwP4aaKKTellAYk_LmYrlEELQq8EKs1Ukgdm5yXPfRhAv8qAOYvCMWqf1LRHUTiE1Gs6raHwKy/s1600-h/Kissing-in-the-rain-in-black.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 176px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBD1jpGa9DHMr9Y5-ElmIlBnDGNtC23bI05-D6g5Al3VHXetuIQ9_zHhL9HsSjSJSvcLdwP4aaKKTellAYk_LmYrlEELQq8EKs1Ukgdm5yXPfRhAv8qAOYvCMWqf1LRHUTiE1Gs6raHwKy/s200/Kissing-in-the-rain-in-black.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422205197010398306&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sa pot iubi fara sa sper&lt;br /&gt;Ca vom putea fi numai noi,&lt;br /&gt;Sa te iubesc fara sa-mi pese&lt;br /&gt;Ca timpul nu se intoarce inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma pierd in dorinta arzatoare&lt;br /&gt;De a te avea o noapte langa mine,&lt;br /&gt;Sa ignor ziua urmatoare&lt;br /&gt;Cand iti vei aminti de tine.&lt;br /&gt;Sa te astept mereu sa te intorci&lt;br /&gt;Cand te vei simti singur din nou,&lt;br /&gt;Cu sufletul inghetat si ochii reci&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma incalzeasca inca o noapte trupul tau.&lt;br /&gt;Si clipele vor trece asa cum au venit&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu voi rataci in drumul spre tine,&lt;br /&gt;Si ma opresc si ma intorc stingandu-ma incet&lt;br /&gt;Caci esti prea departe de mine.&lt;br /&gt;( 16.10.2005 - sursa de inspiratie - Sweet November )</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7869364805836126151/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/cugetari-sa-pot-iubi-fara-sa-sper-ca.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/7869364805836126151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/7869364805836126151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/cugetari-sa-pot-iubi-fara-sa-sper-ca.html' title='Cugetari'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBD1jpGa9DHMr9Y5-ElmIlBnDGNtC23bI05-D6g5Al3VHXetuIQ9_zHhL9HsSjSJSvcLdwP4aaKKTellAYk_LmYrlEELQq8EKs1Ukgdm5yXPfRhAv8qAOYvCMWqf1LRHUTiE1Gs6raHwKy/s72-c/Kissing-in-the-rain-in-black.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-5142690979002987669</id><published>2009-12-22T18:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:13:45.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzytoF1AIVYdV_DVY3W9aTtKVmFV7hXSzcRze5wTLQT6Ez15tz5wzW_XfepKNymHKMcQtDjvtWDffSQJSIJPwFSKqXzU-5N6f0omt_C8md9Es-xnX_sAklGqMxbmY_5EPqHJV2wig850oz/s1600-h/61dc.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzytoF1AIVYdV_DVY3W9aTtKVmFV7hXSzcRze5wTLQT6Ez15tz5wzW_XfepKNymHKMcQtDjvtWDffSQJSIJPwFSKqXzU-5N6f0omt_C8md9Es-xnX_sAklGqMxbmY_5EPqHJV2wig850oz/s320/61dc.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422205764226257186&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ramai o toamna langa mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa mai privesc&lt;br /&gt;Cum soarele apune&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa ma gandesc&lt;br /&gt;La cel ce simte, dar nu spune&lt;br /&gt;- Te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu cat a trecut&lt;br /&gt;De cand te am doar in amintiri&lt;br /&gt;Si cate clipe am pierdut&lt;br /&gt;Cate atingeri si priviri&lt;br /&gt;- Nu le-am avut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cerul plange pentru noi&lt;br /&gt;Adie sute de suspine&lt;br /&gt;Ce iti soptesc drumul inapoi&lt;br /&gt;Si iti aduc un zambet de la mine&lt;br /&gt;- Nu mai vreau ploi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dorul ma duce spre tine&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca esti departe&lt;br /&gt;Caci dupa ploi soarele vine&lt;br /&gt;Si eu te simt asa aproape&lt;br /&gt;- Ramai o toamna langa mine.&lt;br /&gt;( 20.09.2005 )</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5142690979002987669/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/ramai-o-toamna-langa-mine-nu-pot-sa-mai.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/5142690979002987669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/5142690979002987669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/ramai-o-toamna-langa-mine-nu-pot-sa-mai.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzytoF1AIVYdV_DVY3W9aTtKVmFV7hXSzcRze5wTLQT6Ez15tz5wzW_XfepKNymHKMcQtDjvtWDffSQJSIJPwFSKqXzU-5N6f0omt_C8md9Es-xnX_sAklGqMxbmY_5EPqHJV2wig850oz/s72-c/61dc.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-3652189247125722464</id><published>2009-12-22T18:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:16:53.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuuxj5cZ0ErMuQognPJIRlvX7bnmvkX7DxUOjUregvlNNjyvxk7b7LikANBqXtJCHOwwoYe6W27LEQGhndTICxwqV5Fk1ab5geuFBpOSfQmkeYPCiugO1CumjCs3VCnEbV9U1aaOnRWA9A/s1600-h/57e0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuuxj5cZ0ErMuQognPJIRlvX7bnmvkX7DxUOjUregvlNNjyvxk7b7LikANBqXtJCHOwwoYe6W27LEQGhndTICxwqV5Fk1ab5geuFBpOSfQmkeYPCiugO1CumjCs3VCnEbV9U1aaOnRWA9A/s320/57e0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422206198845181682&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amurg de toamna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mai trecut o zi&lt;br /&gt;Prin ganduri si suspine,&lt;br /&gt;Te regasesc in amintiri&lt;br /&gt;Prea departe de mine...&lt;br /&gt;A mai trecut o noapte&lt;br /&gt;Cu soaptele ei reci,&lt;br /&gt;Te simt atat de aproape&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu nu esti aici...&lt;br /&gt;Si clipele se scurg&lt;br /&gt;In nepasarea vietii,&lt;br /&gt;Ma pierd in ultimul amurg&lt;br /&gt;Privesc umbra tristetii...&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog ca timpul sa se opreasca&lt;br /&gt;Din cursul lui necrutator,&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu ma asculta, nu-i mai pasa&lt;br /&gt;Si lasa in urma al meu dor...&lt;br /&gt;In adierea vantului de toamna&lt;br /&gt;Ma ascund goala sub lumina lunii,&lt;br /&gt;Iar glasul inimii ma indeamna&lt;br /&gt;Sa cred in tot ceea ce-mi spui...&lt;br /&gt;Si tot ce vreau in seara asta&lt;br /&gt;O clipa de amagire,&lt;br /&gt;Sa te mai am doar un minut&lt;br /&gt;Sa te simt langa mine...&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa fiu o lacrima in palma ta&lt;br /&gt;Nascuta din iubire si tacere,&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma privesti, sa ma saruti si apoi&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma evapor pe buzele tale...&lt;br /&gt;Suflet pustiu, iluzie ce doare&lt;br /&gt;Fara tine nu pot visa,&lt;br /&gt;Ingerul meu si raza mea de soare&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea si tortura mea...&lt;br /&gt;( 9.09.2005 )</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3652189247125722464/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/autumn.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/3652189247125722464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/3652189247125722464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/autumn.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuuxj5cZ0ErMuQognPJIRlvX7bnmvkX7DxUOjUregvlNNjyvxk7b7LikANBqXtJCHOwwoYe6W27LEQGhndTICxwqV5Fk1ab5geuFBpOSfQmkeYPCiugO1CumjCs3VCnEbV9U1aaOnRWA9A/s72-c/57e0.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-436362544751772347</id><published>2009-12-22T18:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:25:10.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKRdZvjOZikMYWixHdtCLDPx_hfHkMMfhpdnrnmEQu6GF-b5QLS92U7v-NEwxZdV6Y7Uf5AHLt0fTq_HtwshKT4oJ3SMEFUDknqirN42gVFatQC80IDTzvF5FHy3HDS6v7dJQqnhje8Guy/s1600-h/786e.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418188559196581778&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKRdZvjOZikMYWixHdtCLDPx_hfHkMMfhpdnrnmEQu6GF-b5QLS92U7v-NEwxZdV6Y7Uf5AHLt0fTq_HtwshKT4oJ3SMEFUDknqirN42gVFatQC80IDTzvF5FHy3HDS6v7dJQqnhje8Guy/s320/786e.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apus de vara &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;O ultima raza de soare&lt;br /&gt;Se stinge in amintiri,&lt;br /&gt;Se asterne linistea ce doare&lt;br /&gt;Si nepasarea in priviri.&lt;br /&gt;Dulce a noptii adiere&lt;br /&gt;Alunga amarele suspine,&lt;br /&gt;Si soaptele devin tacere&lt;br /&gt;Iar tu nu esti cu mine&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/436362544751772347/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunset.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/436362544751772347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/436362544751772347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunset.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKRdZvjOZikMYWixHdtCLDPx_hfHkMMfhpdnrnmEQu6GF-b5QLS92U7v-NEwxZdV6Y7Uf5AHLt0fTq_HtwshKT4oJ3SMEFUDknqirN42gVFatQC80IDTzvF5FHy3HDS6v7dJQqnhje8Guy/s72-c/786e.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-2365807743113368289</id><published>2009-12-22T18:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:11:25.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unul din primele poeme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ofb67TRvNQJ2cPMbRjpNA8TGS5RnHWmoIj1oGKYqRZbZz2vV09vemeS5dzHViGiAWp1PW7_dqoFDgBThXCcCCmdzzRhSCKIQdFaCk5TQWG24e2QGFSOBdVOJcOzHYPgZhxa4ReIFix2q/s1600-h/b324.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ofb67TRvNQJ2cPMbRjpNA8TGS5RnHWmoIj1oGKYqRZbZz2vV09vemeS5dzHViGiAWp1PW7_dqoFDgBThXCcCCmdzzRhSCKIQdFaCk5TQWG24e2QGFSOBdVOJcOzHYPgZhxa4ReIFix2q/s320/b324.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422206614137872818&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apocalipsa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultima zi senina&lt;br /&gt;Pierduta-n asfintit,&lt;br /&gt;Si noaptea asteptata&lt;br /&gt;Iata ca a venit.&lt;br /&gt;Un inger printre stele&lt;br /&gt;Cu chipul ravasit,&lt;br /&gt;Cu aripi de lumina&lt;br /&gt;Sfarsitul a prevestit.&lt;br /&gt;O adiere rece&lt;br /&gt;Si clipele s-au scurs,&lt;br /&gt;Si ingerul cu el&lt;br /&gt;Durere a adus.&lt;br /&gt;Un tunet si un fulger&lt;br /&gt;Focul ce ingheata tot,&lt;br /&gt;Si doar intr-o secunda&lt;br /&gt;Totul in jur e mort.&lt;br /&gt;( 28 Noiembrie 2004 )</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2365807743113368289/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/unul-din-primele-poeme.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/2365807743113368289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/2365807743113368289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/unul-din-primele-poeme.html' title='Unul din primele poeme'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ofb67TRvNQJ2cPMbRjpNA8TGS5RnHWmoIj1oGKYqRZbZz2vV09vemeS5dzHViGiAWp1PW7_dqoFDgBThXCcCCmdzzRhSCKIQdFaCk5TQWG24e2QGFSOBdVOJcOzHYPgZhxa4ReIFix2q/s72-c/b324.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-6311749288288383435</id><published>2009-12-22T18:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:23:22.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dor de mare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQmhABjaTZx0mAbaVw4iRj9nPuAgRS8szTtMPkTQAyB0QroWHwMeT941SeL-U7uT8F8fI1BVpF_2QqsMxE8JHxiPCHeI7gVpQdY87GFOGTZ3J6-lIwSgE3bux7e9K8T80wqBcXQx_ZObdb/s1600-h/couple-on-beach-beautiful-sky.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQmhABjaTZx0mAbaVw4iRj9nPuAgRS8szTtMPkTQAyB0QroWHwMeT941SeL-U7uT8F8fI1BVpF_2QqsMxE8JHxiPCHeI7gVpQdY87GFOGTZ3J6-lIwSgE3bux7e9K8T80wqBcXQx_ZObdb/s320/couple-on-beach-beautiful-sky.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422209732765338194&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&quot;Mi-e dor de mare...&lt;br /&gt;Imi place la mare ca esti curat tot timpul,&lt;br /&gt;Marea te spala...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Si esti sarat nu? &lt;br /&gt;Te spala si te sareaza!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Tu ai fost vreodata la mare?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nu... da` am visat ca am fost! &lt;br /&gt;Intr-o zi mi-a intrat nisip in ochi si am plans toata ziua.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Si cand ai intrat in apa ti-a trecut.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Da... si am visat o casuta de paie pe plaja, in care o sa stau si iarna si vara.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Si mai e cineva in ea?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Suntem numai noi doi, aaa... si Marea.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Pai si nu intra apa in casuta cand e furtuna?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nu... cand e furtuna intram noi in apa si ne plimbam pe valuri.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6311749288288383435/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/dor-de-mare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/6311749288288383435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/6311749288288383435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/dor-de-mare.html' title='Dor de mare'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQmhABjaTZx0mAbaVw4iRj9nPuAgRS8szTtMPkTQAyB0QroWHwMeT941SeL-U7uT8F8fI1BVpF_2QqsMxE8JHxiPCHeI7gVpQdY87GFOGTZ3J6-lIwSgE3bux7e9K8T80wqBcXQx_ZObdb/s72-c/couple-on-beach-beautiful-sky.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-4955177760214121994</id><published>2009-12-22T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:10:40.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Femeia cu mainile lipite de trup</title><content type='html'>Versurile apartin poetei &lt;em&gt;Magda Mirea&lt;/em&gt;, pe care am avut placerea sa o cunosc in cadrul unui interviu... daca va plac le puteti descoperi sub pseudonimul Cezara Raducu ( &lt;em&gt;www.agonia.ro&lt;/em&gt; ). Sau sub titlul volumului&lt;em&gt; &quot;Femeia cu mainile lipite de trup&quot;.&lt;/em&gt; Dincolo de monotonie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt suflet într-o stea&lt;br /&gt;caut un trup în care să mă nasc.&lt;br /&gt;Voi alege o carte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am locuri în inimă&lt;br /&gt;unde primăvara&lt;br /&gt;n-a sosit niciodată.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poezia mea e ca un copil&lt;br /&gt;care a vrut să-nţepe soarelecu privirea.&lt;br /&gt;Voi cum m-aţi defini fără să mă iubiţi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dileme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caier de gânduri&lt;br /&gt;îmi tac şi veghează&lt;br /&gt;friguri ce sângerează aerul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de la o vreme&lt;br /&gt;strâng cu sfială în inimă&lt;br /&gt;memoriile celor dragi&lt;br /&gt;singurul lucru în care mai cred&lt;br /&gt;ca-ntr-un mit&lt;br /&gt;pe care îl am din naşterepe tălpi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cronica unei zile asistate de ingeri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mă preling&lt;br /&gt;prin crăpături de&lt;br /&gt;starea de graţie&lt;br /&gt;a normalităţii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de fapt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o seducătoare&lt;br /&gt;formă de nebunie&lt;br /&gt;ce îmi scrijeleşte&lt;br /&gt;ca un ecou al ploii&lt;br /&gt;sufletul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agonie albastra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umblam&lt;br /&gt;cerşind de la noapte&lt;br /&gt;sufletele pereche&lt;br /&gt;ale zilelor în care nu te-am cunoscut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un înger hazliu&lt;br /&gt;şi descălţat de aripi&lt;br /&gt;mi-a şoptit că&lt;br /&gt;apostoli cu chip de om&lt;br /&gt;ridicau în zori biserică&lt;br /&gt;pentru nunta tăcerilor noastre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apoi am adormit&lt;br /&gt;cu palmele întinse spre cer</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4955177760214121994/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/femeia-cu-mainile-lipite-de-trup.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/4955177760214121994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/4955177760214121994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/femeia-cu-mainile-lipite-de-trup.html' title='Femeia cu mainile lipite de trup'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-4528032333708409365</id><published>2009-12-22T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T06:44:25.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Septembrie 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5dZL4A8g8fy9zlWKxMDXDf9AyOANKjL7QNZI_tepxGNCHOLf2w2jxPGZu8ojRkjfvYKzoTzlqvQcSmTZY2KEK7R0PNE9JH7um_vcHb1vTYZbW26kNZPwXhXDO6htk3z99q58vTx12yVPb/s1600-h/e9ca.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418184917586227202&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5dZL4A8g8fy9zlWKxMDXDf9AyOANKjL7QNZI_tepxGNCHOLf2w2jxPGZu8ojRkjfvYKzoTzlqvQcSmTZY2KEK7R0PNE9JH7um_vcHb1vTYZbW26kNZPwXhXDO6htk3z99q58vTx12yVPb/s320/e9ca.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi am murit... am renuntat la ideal si la visare... in cautarea inexistentului am lovit obrazul pentru ultima data de asfaltul inghetat... am gustat pentru ultima data din suflarea rece si lipsita de uman a haitelor ce imi vaneaza pulsul... am ars neputinta si limitarea ce sting un ultim zambet... am ingenuncheat si am plecat capul ultima data in fata celor deja scrise... am distrus integritatea si am varsat ultima lacrima inchinata demnitatii... am devorat intregul sentiment neconditionat... am lasat ultima strigare de durere fara glas... s-a scurs si ultimul strop de naivitate dinauntrul meu... am intors ultima privire spre false amintiri... am sters ultimul gand al unei presupuse existente...Mormantul imi e gol si cald... caci imi pastreaza sufletul ucis... va multumesc... pentru ca moarte mai placuta nu mi-am putut imagina... &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4528032333708409365/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/20-septembrie-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/4528032333708409365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/4528032333708409365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/20-septembrie-2008.html' title='20 Septembrie 2008'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_moS1Swv33csMPuW5FaZX99ufhCZJGhpIGOL-VER4QFDqwhyphenhyphenEu8WtO6hWAs4MjkX5aqsgtCNTxHZb6Yp7-lPLEnXd0-ZogcAcSNOXY2zINX0O11QJdfNwLQe2BQmHjUZUbMQvhOBwcQYa/s1600-h/bb3a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418184481390414210&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_moS1Swv33csMPuW5FaZX99ufhCZJGhpIGOL-VER4QFDqwhyphenhyphenEu8WtO6hWAs4MjkX5aqsgtCNTxHZb6Yp7-lPLEnXd0-ZogcAcSNOXY2zINX0O11QJdfNwLQe2BQmHjUZUbMQvhOBwcQYa/s320/bb3a.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ora 22:40... descopar aroma ciocolatei calde cu scortisoara si ma afund in scriere fascinata de aburul ce imi cuprinde suflul... renasc din propria cenusa... aspir spre egoism suprem si nepasare... idolatrizez sarcasmul si ipocrizia... caci fara ele nu am putea trai... speranta a murit de mult... odata cu naivitatea increderii... odata cu dorinta apropierii... odata cu inceputul simtirii... disparute fara urma intr-un abis colosal... distruse in asa fel incat sa nu lase urme... delete, erase, escape... si asteptam sfarsitul privind indiferenti... credem ca s-a terminat... dar a ramas doar haosul... nu mai exista nimic... e prea tarziu... nu putem opri timpul... in tot acest neant o amintire incearca sa razbata... ii intoarcem spatele si regretul ne cuprinde ultimul strop de umanitate... s-a stins ultima suflare a agoniei... ora 23:20... renasc din propria cenusa... s-a evaporat tot aburul... am terminat ciocolata rece...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6211028909367424741/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/18-septembrie-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 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src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpYTX-B_HopY1atJVD8SztyzeRYoxujR6xhqzVQ8PVwxuX-sRuZbcbTfu9xD8ZMM8HYKX8_Fq6ZMDWVGLLL6pKlMHiFHeV-pIyRxSKIcwkVZtuGrN3n04EV-UfiIlZsK8b_tR3mOlVaGXB/s320/d4b7.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rareori poate simti ca traiesti un moment trecator, dar unic... uneori totul devine monotonie si rutina... deseori te saturi sa joci in aceeasi piesa de teatru dupa acelasi scenariu in care doar actorii se schimba... si tot asta faci a doua zi. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7284076808935505889/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/monotonie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/7284076808935505889'/><link rel='self' 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width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-784540776487125003</id><published>2009-12-22T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:00:26.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marele Bacovia</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Si daca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si daca vremea iar intoarce&lt;br /&gt;Nedumeriri in jurul meu,&lt;br /&gt;Un iad, dezgust imi este viata,&lt;br /&gt;Nu este cum a fi mai rau.&lt;br /&gt;Cand linistea ma impresoara&lt;br /&gt;Si cred ca pacea ma sustine,&lt;br /&gt;Un rai, placere este viata&lt;br /&gt;Nu are cum a fi mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ecou de serenadă&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pansele negre, catifelate&lt;br /&gt;Pe marmora albă s-au veştejit,&lt;br /&gt;Şi-n tainice note s-au irosit&lt;br /&gt;Parfume triste, îndoliate.&lt;br /&gt;Eu singur, cu umbra, iar am venit,&lt;br /&gt;O, statui triste şi dărâmate&lt;br /&gt;— Pansele negre, catifelate,&lt;br /&gt;Vise, ah, vise, aici, au murit.&lt;br /&gt;În haine negre, întunecate,&lt;br /&gt;Eu plâng în parcul de mult părăsit...&lt;br /&gt;Şi-a mea serenadă s-a rătăcit&lt;br /&gt;În note grele, şi blestemate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ecou de romanţă&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-a dus albastrul cer senin&lt;br /&gt;Şi primăvara s-a sfârşit&lt;br /&gt;— Te-am aşteptat în lung suspin,&lt;br /&gt;Tu, n-ai venit!&lt;br /&gt;Şi vara, şi nopţile ei,&lt;br /&gt;S-a dus, şi câmpu-i veştejit&lt;br /&gt;— Te-am aşteptat pe lângă tei,&lt;br /&gt;Tu, n-ai venit!&lt;br /&gt;Târziu, şi toamna a plecat,&lt;br /&gt;Frunzişul tot e răvăşit&lt;br /&gt;— Plângând, pe drumuri, te-am chemat,&lt;br /&gt;Tu, n-ai venit!&lt;br /&gt;Iar, mâni, cu-al iernii trist pustiu,&lt;br /&gt;De mine-atunci nu vei mai şti&lt;br /&gt;— Nu mai veni, e prea târziu,&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai veni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singur &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potop, cad stele albe de cristal&lt;br /&gt;Si ninge-n noaptea plina de pacate;&lt;br /&gt;La vatra-n para ce abia mai bate&lt;br /&gt;-Azi, a murit chiar visul meu final.&lt;br /&gt;Si ninge-n miezul noptii glacial...&lt;br /&gt;Si tu iar tremuri, suflet singuratec&lt;br /&gt;-Pe vatra-n para slaba, in jaratec&lt;br /&gt;-Incet, cad lacrimi roze de cristal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cateva scrieri ale marelui poet George Bacovia :]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/784540776487125003/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/marele-bacovia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/784540776487125003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/784540776487125003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/marele-bacovia.html' title='Marele Bacovia'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-3206033685566835068</id><published>2009-12-22T17:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:21:01.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Criticilor mei ( Mihai Eminescu )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRz3bOzAesxbcC3TmAfwrLNAVQm42TtmlJMLhQAEXenX6p8HeR-HQtfK_7diLAKbBv71B2dY3k3ztfeJVAYZboumgbb35njK3sZ2kuX0Fg7DSKrNHse2qXWDmZdlK_31_igpV9ju0jHn9h/s1600-h/a21c.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRz3bOzAesxbcC3TmAfwrLNAVQm42TtmlJMLhQAEXenX6p8HeR-HQtfK_7diLAKbBv71B2dY3k3ztfeJVAYZboumgbb35njK3sZ2kuX0Fg7DSKrNHse2qXWDmZdlK_31_igpV9ju0jHn9h/s320/a21c.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422209159638678402&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Multe flori sunt, dar putine &lt;br /&gt;Rod in lume o sa poarte, &lt;br /&gt;Toate bat la poarta vietii, &lt;br /&gt;Dar se scutur multe moarte. &lt;br /&gt;E usor a scrie versuri &lt;br /&gt;Cand nimic nu ai a spune,&lt;br /&gt;Insirand cuvinte goale&lt;br /&gt;Ce din coada au sa sune. &lt;br /&gt;Dar cand inima-ti framanta &lt;br /&gt;Doruri vii si patimi multe,&lt;br /&gt;S-a lor glasuri a ta minte &lt;br /&gt;Sta pe toate sa le-asculte, &lt;br /&gt;Ca si flori in poarta vietii&lt;br /&gt;Bat la portile gandirii, &lt;br /&gt;Toate cer intrare-n lume, &lt;br /&gt;Cer vestmintele vorbirii. &lt;br /&gt;Pentru-a tale proprii patimi,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru propria-ti viata,&lt;br /&gt;Unde ai judecatorii,&lt;br /&gt;Ne’nduratii ochi de gheata? &lt;br /&gt;Ah! atuncea ti se pare&lt;br /&gt;Ca pe cap iti cade cerul, &lt;br /&gt;Unde vei gasi cuvantul&lt;br /&gt;Ce exprima adevarul? &lt;br /&gt;Critici voi, cu flori deserte,&lt;br /&gt;Care roade n-ati adus&lt;br /&gt;- E usor a scrie versuri&lt;br /&gt;Cand nimic nu ai de spus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un poem memorabil.&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3206033685566835068/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' 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Intr-adevar avem timp pentru toate... Avem timp mai ales sa ne intrecem in rautate, sa dominam prin ipocrizie, sa ranim prin invidie, sa ii invinuim pe altii pentru greselile noastre, sa aruncam cu pietre in cei ce incearca sa ne arate ca gresim, sa cautam scuze pentru propriul comportament, si chiar daca nu le gasim sa cautam apoi motive pentru a continua in acelasi mod, sa sustinem ca nimeni nu are dreptul sa dicteze in viata noastra si totodata sa ne acordam singuri dreptul de a judeca vietile celorlalti, sa dusmanim pe toti cei ce nu ne sunt asemenea, sa cautam explicatii pentru ceea ce vrem noi sa credem, indiferent ca e adevarat sau nu, sa ne evidentiem prin vulgaritate in lipsa de argumente, sa ne impunem prin superficialitate, sa interpretam sensul vietii dupa bunul plac, sa le facem rau celor la care se presupune ca tinem, sa evidentiem inaltarea noastra prin egoism, sa slavim sarcasmul, sa aspiram spre distrugere, sa ne inchinam celui mai strasnic sentiment - ura - ce prin inconstienta ajunge sa ne acapareze intreaga existenta. Prea orbi pentru a putea vedea, prea orgoliosi pentru a putea recunoaste, prea demonici pentru a putea simti. Incapabili de vreun sentiment uman. Tragicul va fi regretul, daca va exista, greu de spus... si mai departe, din pacate sau din fericire, sau mai bine spus din acea dreptate divina si fara de pacat, roata se va intoarce oricum, mai devreme sau mai tarziu, si in final fiecare va primi ceea ce merita, dupa suflet...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8455549748482950306/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/continuare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/8455549748482950306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/8455549748482950306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/continuare.html' title='Continuare...'/><author><name>SummerStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01880325822280612896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGQeSljpP5-qQAyIolK-oLrDrM0k40bxRXkkctQbAPQxNXrYT8EVP1C-xDGniP60QYI3KOu-aLG-gxWBCGgCOreh-3FG2MehNimtx0t3wUbqstA4Ut0x-A9TPiGee3A/s220/words.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhra0RQ-XOUZoyXp2MdoOMnMQut4KMNKbLn3TvQz6qd9Oj_cW60oRd0l_xGnqaMMbyBvYqU4r2J3NSrN6mFtDKRt4h8JrQfQAWEZy6PUgxbf4A-h5bu6vC-NNXbjvZs4ma2BXhl9wFPWwTI/s72-c/1808.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766160516649857586.post-5052034503946624688</id><published>2009-12-22T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T06:42:18.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Avem timp - cateva cuvinte memorabile in care ma regasesc de fiecare data</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrIdC0iUbo4E_f0qZyleQU_TlI7LOp1_MQi3LyvszqnVi-Xg1GHvjzIA4nRrIZF6CtRFJJSmT42uoVVz9VAZNSHwqulYtchCK2DeGa0HINuiw5VlYdsn1LMEQKTZLi99S6R4aHU-uLb4r/s1600-h/ee82.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418178156141532690&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrIdC0iUbo4E_f0qZyleQU_TlI7LOp1_MQi3LyvszqnVi-Xg1GHvjzIA4nRrIZF6CtRFJJSmT42uoVVz9VAZNSHwqulYtchCK2DeGa0HINuiw5VlYdsn1LMEQKTZLi99S6R4aHU-uLb4r/s320/ee82.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Avem timp ( Octavian Paler )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Avem timp pentru toate.&lt;br /&gt;Sa dormim, sa alergam in dreapta si-n stanga,&lt;br /&gt;sa regretam c-am gresit si sa gresim din nou,&lt;br /&gt;sa-i judecam pe altii si sa ne absolvim pe noi insine,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa citim si sa scriem,&lt;br /&gt;sa corectam ce-am scris, sa regretam ce-am scris,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa facem proiecte si sa nu le respectam,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa ne facem iluzii si sa rascolim prin cenusa lor mai tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;Avem timp pentru ambitii si boli,&lt;br /&gt;sa invinovatim destinul si amanuntele,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa privim norii, reclamele sau un accident oarecare,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa ne-alungam intrebarile, sa amanam raspunsurile,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa sfaramam un vis si sa-l reinventam,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa ne facem prieteni, sa-i pierdem,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa primim lectii si sa le uitam dupa-aceea,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa primim daruri si sa nu le-ntelegem.&lt;br /&gt;Avem timp pentru toate.&lt;br /&gt;Nu e timp doar pentru putina tandrete.&lt;br /&gt;Cand sa facem si asta - murim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat unele lucruri in viata pe care vi le impartasesc si voua !&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu poti face pe cineva sa te iubeasca&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce poti face este sa fii o persoana iubita.&lt;br /&gt;Restul ... depinde de ceilalti.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca oricat mi-ar pasa mie&lt;br /&gt;Altora s-ar putea sa nu le pase.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca dureaza ani sa castigi incredere&lt;br /&gt;Si ca doar in cateva secunde poti sa o pierzi.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza ce ai in viata, ci pe cine ai.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca te descurci si ti-e de folos farmecul cca 15 minute&lt;br /&gt;Dupa aceea, insa, ar fi bine sa stii ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa te compari cu ceea ce pot altii mai bine sa faca&lt;br /&gt;Ci cu ceea ce poti tu sa faci.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza ce li se intampla oamenilor&lt;br /&gt;Ci conteaza ceea ce pot eu sa fac pentru a rezolva.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca oricum ai taia&lt;br /&gt;Orice lucru are doua fete.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa te desparti de cei dragi cu cuvinte calde&lt;br /&gt;S-ar putea sa fie ultima oara cand ii vezi.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca poti continua inca mult timp&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce ai spus ca nu mai poti.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca eroi sunt cei care fac ce trebuie, cand trebuie&lt;br /&gt;Indiferent de consecinte.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca sunt oameni care te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu stiu s-o arate.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand sunt suparat am dreptul sa fiu suparat&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu am dreptul sa fiu si rau.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca prietenia adevarata continua sa existe chiar si la distanta&lt;br /&gt;Iar asta este valabil si pentru iubirea adevarata.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca, daca cineva nu te iubeste cum ai vrea tu&lt;br /&gt;Nu inseamna ca nu te iubeste din tot sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent cat de bun iti este un prieten&lt;br /&gt;Oricum te va rani din cand in cand&lt;br /&gt;Iar tu trebuie sa-l ierti pentru asta.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu este intotdeauna de ajuns sa fii iertat de altii&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata trebuie sa inveti sa te ierti pe tine insuti.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent cat de mult suferi,&lt;br /&gt;Lumea nu se va opri in loc pentru durerea ta.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca trecutul si circumstantele ti-ar putea influenta personalitatea&lt;br /&gt;Dar ca tu esti responsabil pentru ceea ce devii.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca, daca doi oameni se cearta, nu inseamna ca nu se iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Si nici faptul ca nu se cearta nu dovedeste ca se iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca uneori trebuie sa pui persoana pe primul loc&lt;br /&gt;Si nu faptele sale.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca doi oameni pot privi acelasi lucru&lt;br /&gt;Si pot vedea ceva total diferit.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent de consecinte&lt;br /&gt;Cei care sunt cinstiti cu ei insisi ajung mai departe in viata.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca viata iti poate fi schimbata in cateva ore&lt;br /&gt;De catre oameni care nici nu te cunosc.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca si atunci cand crezi ca nu mai ai nimic de dat&lt;br /&gt;Cand te striga un prieten vei gasi puterea de a-l ajuta.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca scrisul, ca si vorbitul&lt;br /&gt;Poate linisti durerile sufletesti.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca oamenii la care tii cel mai mult&lt;br /&gt;Iti sunt luati prea repede ...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca este prea greu sa-ti dai seama&lt;br /&gt;Unde sa tragi linie intre a fi amabil, a nu rani oamenii si a-ti sustine parerile.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat sa iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa pot sa fiu iubit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#663300;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#663300;&quot;&gt;Multi citesc, putini inteleg ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#663300;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5052034503946624688/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/avem-timp-cateva-cuvinte-memorabile-in.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/5052034503946624688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766160516649857586/posts/default/5052034503946624688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerstorm-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/avem-timp-cateva-cuvinte-memorabile-in.html' title='Avem timp - 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