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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910346882409331559</id><updated>2010-10-03T09:22:57.408-07:00</updated><title type="text">Aimée s.</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Aimée s.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09860515634170254244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/WAgb" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/wagb" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910346882409331559.post-3681995185374708520</id><published>2010-09-21T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T09:34:52.064-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niste raspunsuri" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mihaela radulescu" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="menajera" /><title type="text">Niste raspunsuri - Mihaela radulescu</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/TJkJBilK72I/AAAAAAAAAeo/s_IsQ4tpApg/s1600/empty_room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/TJkJBilK72I/AAAAAAAAAeo/s_IsQ4tpApg/s320/empty_room.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519452740386484066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera in care sufletul tau se va cununa candva e incuiata, cheia e doar la tine, desi parca-ti aduce aminte vag ca ai mai avut o cheie, pierduta pe undeva, in harmalaia ursitoarelor care nu te-au gasit decat foarte tarziu…Deci e posibil ca vreo alta femeie sa o gaseasca si sa vina singura in camera aceea?! [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Trebuie sa mai dai cate-un var alb peste peretii unor incaperi mazgaliti din razvratire, mai mult decat din convingere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Iti mai trebuie cateva obiecte esentiale, extrem de folositoare pentru traiul zilnic, cai ai pierdut din vedere banalul, fiind prea ocupat cu spectacolul instinctelor tale. Si… o menajera.&lt;br /&gt;Lasa-ma sa aplic pentru functia asta. Menajera din “locuinta” ta ar trebui sa fie, culmea, cea mai importanta fiinta pentru tine… Singura care sa aiba voie sa umble printre gandurile tale, doar ca sa le puna in ordine, singura care sa stie sa-ti spele si sa-ti aeriseasca mintea si care sa-ti spuna mereu ce nu mai ai in tine, ce trebuie neaparat trecut pe lista de noi achizitii…Fata-n casa… De cand te stiu, invat totul despre curatenie. Cheama-ma si o sa iti arat ce stiu sa fac. Nu cotrobai prin sertare si nici nu sterpelesc lucruri de valoare, cel mult o sa cer permisiunea sa le admir. Si as mai vrea sa nu-mi pui aceeasi uniforma pe care au mai purtat-o alte femei care ti-au curatat podeaua vietii. Am deja cateva idei pentru a curata scara, trebuie doar sa ai incredere ca nu voi pune capcane pe trepte…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910346882409331559-3681995185374708520?l=cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~4/SQetTL1IiVI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/feeds/3681995185374708520/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/09/niste-raspunsuri-mihaela-radulescu.html#comment-form" title="0 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default/3681995185374708520" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default/3681995185374708520" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~3/SQetTL1IiVI/niste-raspunsuri-mihaela-radulescu.html" title="Niste raspunsuri - Mihaela radulescu" /><author><name>Aimée s.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09860515634170254244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01735175234780740559" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/TJkJBilK72I/AAAAAAAAAeo/s_IsQ4tpApg/s72-c/empty_room.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/09/niste-raspunsuri-mihaela-radulescu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910346882409331559.post-6892878729567156469</id><published>2010-09-20T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T02:11:17.838-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="clasa a 12 a" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inceput" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facultate" /><title type="text">Ganduri de Inceput</title><content type="html">E in trend sa vorbesti despre inceputuri.Asa ca asta o sa fac si eu acum.In perioada asta bineinteles este vorba despre inceputul toamnei (desi au trecut deja 21 de zile de toamna ) si pentru mine, a clasei a 12 a .&lt;br /&gt;Absente , ore , pauze , invatat , profi , catalog , note , colegi , liceu. Au trecut cam repede anii mei de liceu,mai am doar unu,si asta o sa zboare. Timpu fuge ca nebunu si i'a cu el cei mai frumosi ani ai vietii mele ,lasand in urma niste amintiri,la care voi intoarce peste ani ma cu nostalgie..As vrea sa fiu adolescenta pentru totdeaua. Nu'mi luati adolescenta! Nu'mi luati anii de liceu ! As vrea sa pot trai la nesfarsit astia 4 ani de liceu. De fapt dupa ce termin cls a 12 a ,as vrea sa dau timpu inapoi in luna septembrie a primului an de liceu , sa fiu iar boboaca ,dar nu in liceul meu , ci in altul.Si dupa 4 ani sa dau iar timpu inapoi si sa fiu iar clasa a 9 in alt liceu,si tot asa..&lt;br /&gt;Dar pana sa ajung la sfarsit ma reintorc la inceput.Neasteptat , dar inceputul acestui an scolar m'a prins cu chef de scoala si de invatat.Plina de energie si chiar entuziasm.Cat o sa ma tine starea asta?Foarte putin , probabil :)) M'a prins mai matura decat acum 3 ani , cu alte ambitii , alte obiective si cu alte prespective de viitor. Cu un &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;vis&lt;/span&gt; care va ramane doar un vis si atat , din motive financiare in principiu( sa fac facultatea in Elvetia ), dar pe care mi'l pot transforma intr'un obiectiv pentru cand voi termina facultatea ( si anume un masterat in afara Romaniei).Sunt oare singura eleva care simte ca se rateaza pentru ca o sa faca facultatea in tarisoara asta ? Nu stiu. Cei mai curajosi dintre noi , pleaca si fara bani , fac imprumuturi pt banii de facultate si muncesc pentru banii de intretinere.Dar asta suna mult mult mai usor decat e in realitate.Eu nu sunt genul de persoana sa'si asume un astfel de risc.Intodeauna mi'au placut lucrurile asezate , gandite si planificate in detaliu , lucrurile sigure.De aceea nu am decat sa ma resemnez pentru 3 - 4 ani cat dureaza facultatea,timp in care o sa ma pregatesc sa plec pentru master.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910346882409331559-6892878729567156469?l=cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~4/5Ph891sXSU8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/feeds/6892878729567156469/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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s.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09860515634170254244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01735175234780740559" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/TJZTXdu91_I/AAAAAAAAAeg/D1HEFL2n-Tk/s72-c/SAM_0787.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910346882409331559.post-2978652326081278046</id><published>2010-09-12T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T02:12:34.001-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ordinary girl" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="versuri romana" /><title type="text">O fata obisnuita</title><content type="html">Nu ma declar fan pentru ca nu sunt.Dar am auzit melodia asta intamplator si imi place cum suna.Si ador refrenu :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqFHyk0jr2s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqFHyk0jr2s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refren : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sunt doar o fată obişnuită!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori sunt leneşa&lt;br /&gt;Ma plictisesc&lt;br /&gt;Ma sperii&lt;br /&gt;Mă simt ignorata&lt;br /&gt;Mă simt fericita, ma comport prosteste&lt;br /&gt;Ma îneca cu propriile cuvintele &lt;br /&gt;Imi pun dorinte, am vise&lt;br /&gt;Şi înca vreau să cread&lt;br /&gt;Ca orice se poate întâmpla în această lume,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru o fata obisnuita&lt;br /&gt;(Ca tine, ca mine)&lt;br /&gt;Pentru o fata obisnuita&lt;br /&gt;(Ca tine, ca mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910346882409331559-2978652326081278046?l=cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~4/8IhTBhK1o-s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/feeds/2978652326081278046/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-fata-obisnuita.html#comment-form" title="2 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default/2978652326081278046" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default/2978652326081278046" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~3/8IhTBhK1o-s/o-fata-obisnuita.html" title="O fata obisnuita" /><author><name>Aimée s.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09860515634170254244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01735175234780740559" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-fata-obisnuita.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910346882409331559.post-7274324816604631929</id><published>2010-09-10T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:02:11.768-07:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">Anumite lucruri pot merge mai bine decat te astepti.Si pentru asta nu'i poti multumi decat lui Doamne'Doamne ca e sus acolo si are grija de tine.&lt;br /&gt;Asadar : multumesc Doamne.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/TIqAqnHXcYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/rV710DzObMg/s1600/IMG_2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/TIqAqnHXcYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/rV710DzObMg/s400/IMG_2374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515362163211334018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910346882409331559-7274324816604631929?l=cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~4/6zC-Cilma8I" height="1" 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afara.&lt;br /&gt;Toate senzatiile astea resimtite fizic nu sunt decat oglindirea sentimentelor care o incercau.Sentimente ce nu erau provocate de teama doctorului sau a operatiei , pe cat erau datorate certei pe care o avusesera cu o seara inainte.E foarte dureros , e crunt pentru Ea sa vada cum se iubesc , dar cum totodata sunt nevoiti sa se certe din cauza ei.Ar prefera de mii de ori sa existe un schimb de roluri , sa nu fie Ea cea care dezamageste , ci cea care este dezamagita.A trecut prin asta o data si era 'mai usor de suportat' decat este acum.Sa'l dezamagesca cand tine enorm la El si cand si el la randu lui tine la Ea , e ingrozitor.Ar prefera sa sufere Ea decat sa stie ca sufera El.&lt;br /&gt;Il iubeste atat de mult incat ii vrea binele si fericirea mai mult decat le vrea pentru Ea.Daca ar putea i le'ar darui p ale ei numai sa'l stie bine pentru totdeauna.A fost langa El cand se simtea rau,a tremurat de spaima pentru ca nu stia cum sa'l calmeze,motaia de somn in fund pe marginea patului , pentru ca in sfarsit El adormise , si ii era teama sa nu'l trezeasca,sa nu'i revina durerea chinuitoare de masea ce nu'i dadea pace.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sa te simtit nepunticios in fata durerii celui pe care il iubesti e cel mai urat sentiment cu putinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Indiferent daca durerea e fizica sau nu ,Ea a trecut prin ambele situatii si ii sunt la fel de inspaimantatoare.&lt;br /&gt;Maine se va duce la spital din nou.De data asta o vor interna in adevaratul sens al cuvantului,cu pijamale si papucei de casa.O vor opera.Nu'i este teama.Stie ca nu este o operatie grea,si mai stie ca El ii este alaturi.El ii da putere.&lt;br /&gt;E ciudat cum fericirea ei poate depinde de o alta persoana.E ciudat cum poate exista cineva care este singurul om ce o poate face fericita sau nefericita.El poate fi marea bucurie sau drama a vietii ei.Se simte coplesita de sentimentele ce i le poarta,e nepuntincioasa, e ca o funza iar El e ca adierea vantului.Depinde de El sa o ridice la cer sau sa o zdrobeasca de pamant.Ea depinde de El in totalitate.E asta un lucru bun , e un lucru rau ? Nu stie. Stie doar ca indiferent de ce se va intampla ( si spune asta pentru ca stie ca niciodata nu  poti fi sigur de ceea ce urmeaza , pentru ca e constienta ca vine un an f greu pentru amandoi) El va ramane cel mai bun lucru care i s'a intamplat vreodata.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/TIorkrpf0nI/AAAAAAAAAeA/29w0UitaWFg/s1600/IMG_2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/TIorkrpf0nI/AAAAAAAAAeA/29w0UitaWFg/s400/IMG_2332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515268602860655218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EA sunt Eu.Si il iubesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910346882409331559-6490248088322503789?l=cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~4/lWXBhTOwwNo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/feeds/6490248088322503789/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-dimineata-soarele-abia-rasarit-pe-cer.html#comment-form" title="0 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default/6490248088322503789" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default/6490248088322503789" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~3/lWXBhTOwwNo/e-dimineata-soarele-abia-rasarit-pe-cer.html" title="Ea despre el" /><author><name>Aimée s.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09860515634170254244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01735175234780740559" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/TIorkrpf0nI/AAAAAAAAAeA/29w0UitaWFg/s72-c/IMG_2332.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-dimineata-soarele-abia-rasarit-pe-cer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910346882409331559.post-8457649579674829404</id><published>2010-08-10T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T21:18:31.870-07:00</updated><title type="text">Miss u</title><content type="html">Altadata sa nu te vad o saptamana era ceva firesc.Acum mi'e asa dor de tine..si nici nu a trecut inca saptamana.Ma gandesc cu groaza la octombrie si timpul care o sa vina dupa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910346882409331559-8457649579674829404?l=cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~4/3PSkMVxy3QQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/feeds/8457649579674829404/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/08/miss-u.html#comment-form" title="1 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default/8457649579674829404" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default/8457649579674829404" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~3/3PSkMVxy3QQ/miss-u.html" title="Miss u" /><author><name>Aimée s.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09860515634170254244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01735175234780740559" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/08/miss-u.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910346882409331559.post-3637124082632207031</id><published>2010-08-07T04:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T02:14:20.362-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="curatenie generala" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="let's do it romania" /><title type="text" /><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.letsdoitromania.ro" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Curatenie in toata tara. 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/TFvv7l9_peI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4cej2gRyYUQ/s200/Imagine0798.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502255176846648802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;24.In sfarsit acum 5 ani m'au lasat sa am caine.De fapt e o catea,o cheama Laila si o iubesc.De o luna am si 2 hamsteri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Dupa ce am scris punctele 23 si 24 mi'am dat seama k imi cam plac animalele :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Am o gropitza in obazu' drept si imi place :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Sunt in Madgearu, la  Turism B-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.O admir p profa de turism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Cand eram mica petreceam mult timp la tara.Ma simt strans legata de locu ala si inca imi face placere sa merg acolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Nu'mi place sa astept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Primu meu gand in diminetile cu scoala e : "abia astept sa ma intorc acasa sa &lt;br /&gt;dorm". Rar o fac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Ador marea in timpul verii.Iarna mi se pare trista , deprimanta :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Nu ma astept ca postu asta ( precum nici celelalte ) sa fie citit de mai mult de 3 persoane dintre care una sunt eu  =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Uneori nu ma inteleg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Sunt convinsa ca totul este trecator si timpul le rezolva pe toate intr-un fel sau altul. ( lectie invatata ,aplicata si demonstrata )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Sunt singura la parinti si imi place asta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Uneori ma incapatanez prosteste sa obtin anumite lucruri si cand le am imi dau seama k nu'mi mai plac de fapt.Cred k asta inseamna ca sunt cam rasfatata ( pct 36 e de vina pt asta )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Nu mi'e greu sa recunosc cand gresesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Descopar ca imi place sa vorbesc despre mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Imi plac ungiile rosii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Urasc sa fiu mintita,chiar daca stiu ca adevara ma poate rani.Cel mai rau ma infurie sa fiu mintit in fata cand sunt 100% sigura de adevar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.Cred k am prea multa incredere in oameni.Ma las condusa de aparente desi stiu ca inseala al naibii de tare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Ma comport oarecum diferit in functie de persoanele care le am langa mine.Sunt complexa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Imi place sa citesc,in special carti de dragoste a caror actiune se petrece in Bucurestiu interbelic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.Datorita catilor de la pct 44 mi'ar fi placut sa traiec in  Bucurestiu interbelic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.Ma bucur de reusitele celor care imi sunt apropiati ca si cum ar fi reusitele mele :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.Ma rog la Dumnezeu cu dorinta de a ma asculta dar fara prea mari asteptari.Totusi ma bucur ca El imi intrece mereu asteptarile .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.Nu stiu daca cred sau nu in destin.Dar sunt convinsa ca fiecare lucru se intampla cu un motiv , chiar daca el se numeste de cele mai multe ori "Experienta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.Copilele care se machiaza strident si se imbaraca prea provocator pentru varsta lor ma intristeaza.De ce se gabesc sa traiasca?De ce ar etapele vietii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.Urasc oamenii care isi bat joc de animale si le maltreaza.Le urez sa moara in chinuri!Si nu am nicio remuscare pt asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.Daca as avea multi bani habar n'am ce as face cu ei =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.Ador ceru,fie el senin,cu nori albi si pufosi , innorat , la apus , la rasarit , sau instelat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.Nu'mi plac cluburile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.Imi place muzica si imi place sa cant, desi sunt afon =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.Imi place sa dansez desi nu ma pricep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.Imi pare rau ca am abandonat cursurile de dans pe care le faceam prin clasa a 3 a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.Admir oamenii cu pretentii de la viata,care au un teluri si nu doar simple vise.Aviz Iuli , desi nu se numara printre cei de la pct 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.Sunt timida,si urasc asta la mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.In ultimu an m'am maturizat destul de mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.Vreau sa dau de permis,dar mi'e frica sa conduc =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.Nu sunt o fire sportiva :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.Cel mai bun moment al anului e atunci cand sunt la mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63.Urasc iarna si geru.Zapada imi place doar sa o privesc de la caldurica :X :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.Cel mai bun lucru al iernii sunt sarbatorile,desi uneori ma deprima :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65.Cred k sunt singura fiinta din univers care nu intelege ce'i cu atat tamtam in legatura cu implinera varstei 18 ani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.Iubesc melodia 18 ani de la Vama.Imi aminteste de iubitul meu 8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67.Imi pot numara prietenii pe degetele de la o mana,si pentru asta nu am nevoie de toate cele 5 degete :)) [ vorbesc de Prieteni,nu cuostinte sau anturaj :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/TFvl_IWhuVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/BUNKbRTwWJA/s1600/bora-bora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/TFvl_IWhuVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/BUNKbRTwWJA/s200/bora-bora.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502244242499680594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ador casutele alea pe apa din Bora Bora.Mi'ar placeasa ajung acolo desi singura mea sansa ar fi sa castig la Lotto,pacat ca nu joc :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.Nu'mi place sa nu mi se raspunda la telefon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70.Nu'mi plac oamenii care una zic si alta fac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.Nu as schimba Bucuresti pt niciun alt oras din Romania.Indiferent de cate parti negative ii gasesc altii, mie imi place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72.Sunt o fire puternica,contrar aparentelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73.Nu'mi place sa'mi faca mama curat in camera,nu mai gasesc nimic apoi.Prefer haosul meu organizat si sa'mi fac singura ordine in lucruri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.Incepand cu clasa a 8 a am inceput sa'mi tin un jurnal.Imi place chestia asta,ma descarc de mlte frustrari si sentimente scriind,deasemenea imi place sa recitesc ce faceam 'pe vremeuri'. E funny sa vezi cum gandeai cu 4 ani in urma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.Dupa multe tentative nereusite ajunsesem sa cred k nu exista baiat care sa ma poata entuziasa mai mult de 2 saptamani.M'am inselat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76.Simt k pierd prea mult timp la pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77.Imi pare rau k timpu trece prea repede.Imi pare rau k nu pot retrai momente din trecut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.Daca as putea da timpu inpoi , nu as schimba absolut nimic in viata mea.Si ma bucur ca pot spune asta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.Ador imbratisarile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.Cand vad cupluri de indragostiti,am un sentiment palcut.Ma bucur k inca dragostea n'a disparut de tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81.Imi place laptele daca e rece si are 3,5 % grasime.Imi plce laptele pentru cafea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82.Nu cred in prietenia fata-baiat.O astel de prietenie exista doar daca cel putin unuia ii place de celalat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83.As vrea sa pot fi pentru todeauna adolescenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.Sunt naiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85.Mi'e mai frica de boli decat de moarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86.Ma uit la "2 barbati si jumatate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87.Obisnuies sa abandonez proiectele incepute.Cand eram mica eram mult mai ambitioasa.Promit sa incep sa lucrez la capitolul asta care in prezent consider ca e cel mai mare defect al meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88.Diminetile insorite ma binedispun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89.Am fost in Japonia.Imi imi plac animeurile, imi place cultura japoneza,stilul lor de viata si parul lor pt k e drept si sanatos :X :)) Intru'un timp ma batea gandu sa invat japoneza.Niciodata nu e prea tarziu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90.Uneori ma gandesc la cei la care tin mai mult decat la mine.Nu stiu daca asta e un lucru bun sau rau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.Imi place zmeura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.Mi'ar placea sa fac facultatea in afara,dar stiu k nu o sa se intample asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.Urasc cand cineva stie ca ma deranjeaza un lucru si continua cu incapatanare sa faca lucru respectiv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94.Cartea care m'a impresionat cel mai mult a fost " Invitatie la vals" de Mihail Drumes.E geniala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95.Plang la filme si cand citesc carti.Sunt o plangacioasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96.In fata geamului am un tei.Ador mirosul florilor de tei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97.Plopii imi amintesc de mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98.Mi'e teama de momentul in care voi fi nevoita sa'mi iau viata " in propriile maini " :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99.Am o verisoara in clasa a 3a.O iubesc mlt,ca pe surioara mea mai mica &gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/TFxvgbXMlWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/-foUfAAZgHE/s1600/Imagine0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" 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de vis , singur in stare sa imprastie lumina in viata lui sumbra."&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;"Ceea ce ma atragea la el era impresia pe care mi-o dadea ca e singur , nenorocit , ca unicul lui stimulent in viata sunt eu , ca sunt singura lui bucurie , unica lui preocupare.Daca nu e asa , nu ma intereseaza.Nu ma intereseaza un barbat decat in masura in care cred ca il stapanesc ca femeie , in care cred ca sunt pentru el , intr-un moment de viata , o fiinta unica , de neinlocuit."&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/TFmvSvrqm0I/AAAAAAAAAdI/ytPKgzDHtmo/s1600/75186_video-663906-music-video-taylor-swift-love-story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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distrus, al unei economii devastate , al unei lumi aflate in razboi , al unui grup minoritar , al unei familii de alcoolici sau al unui catier de saraci.&lt;br /&gt;Esti produsul propriilor tale procese de gandire si tot ceea ce gandesti astazi reprezinta piatra de incercare a zilei de maine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/TCi6PAUUyUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ABiYCLY5koo/s1600/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/TCi6PAUUyUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ABiYCLY5koo/s320/d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487840912897001794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai grija de cuvintele tale , caci ele vor deveni &lt;em&gt;fapte&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Ai grija de faptele tale , caci ele vor deveni &lt;em&gt;obiceiuri.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ai grija de obiceiurile tale , caci ele iti vor forma &lt;em&gt;caracter&lt;/em&gt;ul. &lt;br /&gt;Ai grija 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vedere.&lt;br /&gt;Ma iubesc chiar daca zilnic ma plang de mine.&lt;br /&gt;Ma iubesc chiar daca uneori ma urasc.&lt;br /&gt;Ma iubesc chiar daca nu sunt cum as vrea sa fiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi ma iubesc pentru ca sunt asa cum sunt &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910346882409331559-5250916169946754371?l=cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~4/kmTb2Jgewg0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/feeds/5250916169946754371/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/06/astazi-ma-iubesc.html#comment-form" title="0 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910346882409331559-8867474014176734534?l=cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~4/uqUwrZCCbwo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/feeds/8867474014176734534/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/05/iubire-bibelou-de-portelan-te-regasesc.html#comment-form" title="1 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default/8867474014176734534" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default/8867474014176734534" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" 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care merg ţinându-se de mână,&lt;br /&gt;Numărând&lt;br /&gt;În gând&lt;br /&gt;Cadenţa picăturilor de ploaie,&lt;br /&gt;Ce coboară din umbrele,&lt;br /&gt;Din burlane&lt;br /&gt;Şi din cer&lt;br /&gt;Cu puterea unui ser&lt;br /&gt;Dătător de viaţă lentă,&lt;br /&gt;Monotonă,&lt;br /&gt;Inutilă&lt;br /&gt;Şi absentă...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În oraşu-n care plouă de trei ori pe săptămână&lt;br /&gt;Un bătrân şi o bătrână -&lt;br /&gt;Două jucării stricate -&lt;br /&gt;Merg ţinându-se de mână...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ion Minulescu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910346882409331559-1648696371160313336?l=cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~4/gv_XlH9KOUo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~3/0JzAY7QEd0w/blog-post.html" title="" /><author><name>Aimée s.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09860515634170254244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01735175234780740559" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910346882409331559.post-8026896474356539483</id><published>2010-05-11T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:04:40.248-07:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">" Mă-ntreb:&lt;br /&gt;Cea care-am fost cândva&lt;br /&gt;Tot eu sunt şi-azi?...&lt;br /&gt;Sau sunt altcineva?... "&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/S-miKe7UtII/AAAAAAAAAN0/5qvuQ6xSZSk/s1600/DSC04475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/S-miKe7UtII/AAAAAAAAAN0/5qvuQ6xSZSk/s200/DSC04475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470081523402454146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" N-am fost nici ieri,&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt nici azi,&lt;br /&gt;Şi nu voi fi,&lt;br /&gt;Cu-atât mai mult, nici mâine, după moarte,&lt;br /&gt;Nimic din ce vor crede poate&lt;br /&gt;Cei câţiva cititori de carte -&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un volum ce n-are titlu încă,&lt;br /&gt;Deşi există-n mine tipărit &lt;br /&gt;Volum unic, ce trebuie citit&lt;br /&gt;Rând după rând&lt;br /&gt;Şi tot aşa, la fel,&lt;br /&gt;De la-nceput şi până la sfârşit - "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ion Minulescu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910346882409331559-8026896474356539483?l=cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~4/aQFlgcT1vkA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/feeds/8026896474356539483/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/05/ma-ntreb-cel-care-am-fost-candva-tot-eu.html#comment-form" title="0 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default/8026896474356539483" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default/8026896474356539483" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~3/aQFlgcT1vkA/ma-ntreb-cel-care-am-fost-candva-tot-eu.html" title="" /><author><name>Aimée s.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09860515634170254244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01735175234780740559" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/S-miKe7UtII/AAAAAAAAAN0/5qvuQ6xSZSk/s72-c/DSC04475.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/05/ma-ntreb-cel-care-am-fost-candva-tot-eu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910346882409331559.post-4241371582289847761</id><published>2010-05-08T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T09:58:17.975-07:00</updated><title type="text">Amintiri din copilarie    - partea I -</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Oficial imi e dor de locul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Acela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Toate verile copilariei mele si jumatate din cele ale adolescentei sunt marcate de locul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/S-aBj9Ay33I/AAAAAAAAANY/0hk2B9FJNUE/s1600/KIF_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/S-aBj9Ay33I/AAAAAAAAANY/0hk2B9FJNUE/s200/KIF_1403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469201252161347442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. Acolo era refugiul meu , singurul loc in care ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;simteam fericita 24 h/24 , 7 zile/7 , unde toate dorintele mele se implineau , unde prindeam aripi si puteam sa zbor pana in inaltul cerului. Acolo unde iarba e de un verde crud pana toamna tarziu , unde razele calde ale soarele patrund pe geam dimineata si te trezesc din somn , asta daca ai avut norocu sa nu te fi trezit mai inainte o musca sacaitoare . Acolo unde zilele sunt lungi , pline de joaca si chicote de copii veseli , iar serile au un farmec aparte datorita aerului curat , racoritor .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Da , locul acela e la tara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mi'e dor de timpul in care eram mica si  zilele toride le pierdeam alaturi de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; , cand ne plimbam cu bicicleta ore in sir , jucam carti in spatele casei sau sub umbra batranuului nuc , cand compuneam si cantam cantece , cand ne strangeam cate 10 - 15 copii si jucam 'coco' , 'sticluta cu otrava' , 'prinselea' , 'leapsa' , 'pitulatea' , ' rosu galben si albastru' , ' adevar sau provocare '  ' flori , fete si baieti , melodii si cantareti' pana seara tarziu.Mi'e dor de zilele in care  plecam pe furis la Dunare si minteam  ca sunt la o prietena , veneam acasa rosie de la soare si spuneam ca am facut plaja  in curte , sau de zilele in care ma duceam la magazin si ma intorceam  acasa dupa 3 ore pentru ca intre timp stateam in parc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  Mi'e dor de fetita aceea blonduta cu ochii mari si curioasi , umpic durdulica ,  vioaie si plina de viata .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Imi amintesc de serile de vara in care dadeam reprezentatii cu ' formatia'  in fata celorlalti copii , cand spuneam bancuri sau povesti de groaza in lumina slaba a lunii , cand ii dadeam ceasul inapoi maiei ca sa pot sta mai mult afara , cand ieseau vecinii si ne luau la zor ca facem prea multa galagie si nu se pot odihni din cauza noastra si  cand mai tarziu  vazand ca avertismentele lor nu dau roade au trecut la fapte : aruncau apa prin gard ca sa ne ude. Imi amintesc ca o data un mosneag nici nu s'a mai sinchisit sa scoata apa din fantana , a aruncat pe noi apa murdara din troc. Patania asta ne'a facut sa ne mutam ' sediul ' de intalnire . Acum serile ne gaseau in sat ,mai exact  in parc , in curtea gradinitei , la gazeta , si de cateva ori chiar in tribuna terenului de fotbal .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Imi amintesc ca acum deja crescusem.Aveam voie sa stau seara afara mai pana tarziu , asa ca nu mai dadeam cesul inapoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/S-Z_vmjlAJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/z9f6c-JdvoI/s1600/IMG_0862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/S-Z_vmjlAJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/z9f6c-JdvoI/s320/IMG_0862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469199253268398226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Erau acum  nopti in care pur si simplu pierdeam timpu aiurea  , mancam acadele ,  jeleuri si seminte , ascultam muzica , si povesteam cate'n luna si in stele. Chiar si cand nu faceam nimic altceva decat sa stam  'la o  samanta' serile erau pline de rasete si veselie .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Imi amintesc totusi de cateva seri mai speciale , de exemplu : de prima mea plimbare cu scuteru  care a durat o nopate intreaga , si de chinul de a 2 a zi pt a-mi descurca parul , sau de seara in care am invatat sa'l conduc chiar eu , eram asa mandra de 'realizarea' mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Imi mai amintesc si de seara in care din teribilism , ne'am gasit vreo 5 mai curajosi sa ne urcam pe 'renel' adica pe turnul cu antene de telecomunicatii. Bineinteles ca eu nu am putut urca mai sus de primul etaj , dar chiar si asa eram de'a dreptul fascinata de panorama satului vazut de la inaltime in lumina lunii , desi eram obisnuita cu astfel pe privelisti pentru ca acasa obisnuiam sa admir orasul de la balcon. Stiu deasemenea ca intr'o seara am mers la baie , dar aici m'am multumit sa stau si sa privesc , imi era frica sa intru in apa noaptea pentru ca nu am excelat niciodata la inot.&lt;br /&gt;Intr'alta seara imi amintesc ca ne'am strans vreo 10 si am mers pe jos pana in satul vecin ca sa ne ducem si noi 'la discoteca' , bineinteles ca in asa zisa discoteca  am stat doar 10 - 15 minute pentru ca drumu dus - intors ne'a luat toata seara si ne'a lasat cele mai multe amintiri .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sunt atatea de care imi amintesc incat as putea scrie o carte intreaga cu ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  Dar acum eu m'am schimbat , am crescut si am incetat sa ma mai duc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; acolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; . De ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pentru  ca sunt constienta ca atunci aveau un farmec aparte din cauza varstei mele , acum  chiar daca m'as duce nu ar mai fi la fel... imi  raman insa cele mai de pret amintiri ale mele de pana acum , adanc intiparite in inima si in memorie .De  fiecare data cand imi amintesc simt entuziasmul care il aveam atunci  pentru orice lucru marunt pe care il faceam , imi aduc un zambet larg pe  buze...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910346882409331559-4241371582289847761?l=cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~4/fBza4zMMRFQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/feeds/4241371582289847761/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/05/amintiri-dein-copilarie-partea-i.html#comment-form" title="0 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default/4241371582289847761" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default/4241371582289847761" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~3/fBza4zMMRFQ/amintiri-dein-copilarie-partea-i.html" title="Amintiri din copilarie    - partea I -" /><author><name>Aimée s.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09860515634170254244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01735175234780740559" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/S-aBj9Ay33I/AAAAAAAAANY/0hk2B9FJNUE/s72-c/KIF_1403.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/05/amintiri-dein-copilarie-partea-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910346882409331559.post-2239737457342577475</id><published>2010-04-30T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T11:36:46.167-07:00</updated><title type="text">imi place poza si atat</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/S9r9NjQ1GZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/s7HfCsclKa0/s1600/img-thig.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/S9r9NjQ1GZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/s7HfCsclKa0/s320/img-thig.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465959507013474706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;for a pessimist i'm pretty optimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl style="font-family: courier new; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910346882409331559-2239737457342577475?l=cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~4/X2EW8-4gJCM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/feeds/2239737457342577475/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form" title="0 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default/2239737457342577475" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910346882409331559/posts/default/2239737457342577475" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WAgb/~3/X2EW8-4gJCM/blog-post.html" title="imi place poza si atat" /><author><name>Aimée s.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09860515634170254244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01735175234780740559" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9z8O2hjgWqU/S9r9NjQ1GZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/s7HfCsclKa0/s72-c/img-thig.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://cuvinte-colorate.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

