<?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: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-9112712195339654788</id><updated>2011-11-27T00:37:40.073+02:00</updated><category term='palarii fotografice'/><category term='palarii umanitare'/><category term='palarii filozofice'/><category term='Palarii de calatorie'/><category term='palarii cu voie buna'/><category term='palarii PR-iste'/><category term='palarii &quot;de la lume adunate&quot;'/><title type='text'>About All And Nothing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-6778418997467972747</id><published>2010-06-21T01:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T02:44:39.527+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poate ca lucrurile bune se intampla celor care stiu sa astepte...</title><content type='html'>Am invatat foarte putin astazi. Am avut o adevarata problema cu puterea de concentratie.&lt;br /&gt;In schimb, am stat toata ziua calare pe geam, sa respir.&lt;br /&gt;Aerul astazi a fost usor. Si tocmai astazi, innorat.&lt;br /&gt;Ziua nu prea a zambit.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am inceput-o bine. Pe la ora 3.30 dupa amiaza cand am dat nas in nas cu &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xg7DcCl0-SY"&gt;melodia asta&lt;/a&gt;, pe facebook, apoi cu&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Giulia+y+los+Tellarini/_/Barcelona"&gt; asta&lt;/a&gt; pe mess. Nici StumbleUpon-ul nu a tinut cu mine. Toata ziua m-a plimbat din poza in poza.&lt;br /&gt;Si tocmai astazi, au iesit si toti moticlistii la plimbare si tocmai pe Calea Mosilor.&lt;br /&gt;Helloo !!!&lt;br /&gt;Am de invatat?!? Rings a bell?&lt;br /&gt;M-am calmat pe la 7 cand am vorbit cu un prieten care mi-a adus aminte ca lucrurile bune se intampla celor care stiu sa astepte.&lt;br /&gt;Si eu stiu. Sau stiam?&lt;br /&gt;O sa aflam curand daca stiu sau stiam.&lt;br /&gt;Imi aduc aminte ca aseara, tot cu prietenul asta am avut o discutie. Despre ego, orgoliu si nefericirile din viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;Ii transmit pe aceasta cale ca am inteles o parte din ce vroia sa zica :)&lt;br /&gt;Am iesit si la plimbare in seara asta. Un fiasco total pentru ca am iesit in oras cu un amic care ma bazaia de ceva vreme ca vrea sa ma vada. Iar eu am zambit tampa la tot ce spunea, uitandu-ma hai hui pe cer dupa luna, stele, enervandu-ma ca nu stie sa-mi aprinda tigarea si ca nu se uita in ochii mei cand vorbeste cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt intr-o stare letargica iar in mintea mea se plimba cuvinte, intrebari la care tot eu imi dau raspuns si zgomote.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru prima data refuz sa mai ma intreb sau sa-mi fac mii de ganduri. Refuz sa fiu eu si ma vand oricui ma cumpara (sunt insuportabila, apropo ! ).&lt;br /&gt;N-am asteptari, am dorinte.&lt;br /&gt;N-am intrebari.&lt;br /&gt;N-am nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am depasit doza de visare pe ziua de astazi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca lucrurile bune se intampla celor care stiu sa astepte...&lt;br /&gt;Poate maine puzzle-ul va fi complet...&lt;br /&gt;Poate maine ma voi trezi amnezica ...&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate doar lucrurile bune se intampla. Simplu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-6778418997467972747?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6778418997467972747/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=6778418997467972747' title='18 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/6778418997467972747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/6778418997467972747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2010/06/poate-ca-lucrurile-bune-se-intampla.html' title='Poate ca lucrurile bune se intampla celor care stiu sa astepte...'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-2724540335021325268</id><published>2010-06-15T04:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T04:27:13.246+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/TBbWvxHJ_CI/AAAAAAAABHg/gc-GdCsv2DY/s1600/6a00d83451946d69e2013481cf502c970c-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/TBbWvxHJ_CI/AAAAAAAABHg/gc-GdCsv2DY/s320/6a00d83451946d69e2013481cf502c970c-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482805712495705122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-2724540335021325268?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2724540335021325268/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=2724540335021325268' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2724540335021325268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2724540335021325268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/TBbWvxHJ_CI/AAAAAAAABHg/gc-GdCsv2DY/s72-c/6a00d83451946d69e2013481cf502c970c-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-2467276973370241068</id><published>2010-04-06T02:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T03:06:51.920+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mi-am luat laptopul in curte. E liniste peste tot ploiestiul, cam cum este de foarte multi ani. Nu imi aduc aminte sa fi vazutut acest oras agitat noaptea.&lt;br /&gt;Si e liniste la mine aici. Ma uit din cand in cand la stele, caut luna dar nu o gasesc, mai trag din tigare si iau cate o gura de vin.&lt;br /&gt;Imi caut linistea.&lt;br /&gt;De ani de zile ma uit fascinata la un cuplu care in mod frecvent trece in plimbare, pe bulevard.&lt;br /&gt;El, cu parul incaruntit, ea pe la vreo 40 si ceva de ani.Se vede diferenta de varsta uluitor de tare.Dar, mult mai mult se vede iubirea si respectul pe care si-l poarta.&lt;br /&gt;Se plimba linistiti in fiecare seara, ca e iarna sau vara.&lt;br /&gt;I-am vazut si la biserica in seara de Pasti.Baietelul lor care pana nu demult meregea tantos in fata lor este acum un tanar frumos si politicos.&lt;br /&gt;Imi place de ei.Imi plac plimbarile lor si ii salut de fiecare data cand ii vad.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ii cunosc.Nu stiu cine sunt dar sunt convinsa ca mi-ar placea la nebunie de ei.&lt;br /&gt;Ce ramane la final? Dupa ce toata pasiunea, toata nebunia, toata inocenta unei relatii noi s-a terminat, ce ramane?&lt;br /&gt;Raman oare lucrurile pe care ai reusit sa le descoperi despre cel de langa tine? Sunt bune sau rele? Si cine stabileste cat de bune sau rele sunt? Tu, clar.&lt;br /&gt;Te multumesti cu ele? Poti trece peste? Il sau o respecti?&lt;br /&gt;Sau treci mai departe in alta parte catre noi si noi orizonturi?&lt;br /&gt;As vrea...mi-ar placea...multe. Dar cel mai mult imi doresc sinceritate.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost intoarsa pe dos toate zilele astea simtind cum ma apasa singuratatea pe care mi-am desenat-o in jurul meu si lipsa de valoare.&lt;br /&gt;Si poate ca am gresit.Am creionat in mintea mea o imagine a mea total falsa pe care acum pas cu pas o sterg.&lt;br /&gt;Undo si gata.&lt;br /&gt;E gata?&lt;br /&gt;Gata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-2467276973370241068?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2467276973370241068/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=2467276973370241068' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>voi nu aveti job description pt jobul meu !</title><content type='html'>uneori imi imaginez ca am propriul meu atelier.mititel, undeva la mansarda.ca sa ajungi la mine, trebuie sa urci pe niste scari mici si inguste.&lt;br /&gt;cand ajungi, calci pe un parchet usor moale, inchis la culoare.treci pe un hol si ajungi intr-o camera mare cu geamuri mari si acoperite cu draperii verzi si galbene.&lt;br /&gt;una din ferestre este deschisa si trimite lumina catre o masa inalta, usor inclinata.in jurul ei etajere mai mari, mai mici.pe fiecare, culori, cutii si cutiute, pensule, materiale, ace, sfori si panglici.&lt;br /&gt;pe perete atarnate panglici iar langa panglici 2 manechine acoperite cu materiale verzi.&lt;br /&gt;o canapea colorata plina de perne, 2 fotolii aruncate la intamplare, o biblioteca si restul.bucataria e despartita de camera printr-o placa de lemn grena, e tip bar. simpla.&lt;br /&gt;dar piesa de rezistenta sa fie o micuta terasa plina de flori si 2 scaune.&lt;br /&gt;la mine in atelier, dezordinea ar fi boema.pentru ca un artist creeaza nu face ordine. ar fi sunete de chitara intr-o joi, lunea poate concertul 1 pt pian a lui ceaikovski, martea damien, n-ai stii sa ghicesti pentru ca un artist creeaza pe arta.&lt;br /&gt;ar mirosi a scortisoara, lemn, culoare si fum pentru ca un artist se inconjoara de mirosul ingredientelor artei lui.&lt;br /&gt;la mine ar veni oamenii cu idealuri inalte, calzi,uneori sfatosi, zambitori, uneori tacuti pentru ca un artist este inconjurat de artisti.&lt;br /&gt;si daca as avea atelierul meu, cu draperii verzi si galbene...asta inseamna ca as fi un artist !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-1075534232941584182?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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!</title><content type='html'>An nou, lepse noi, iuhuuu !!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu am primit-o pe asta cu rutina zilnica de la &lt;a href="http://evaziv.blogspot.com"&gt;Eva cea nastrusnica.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rutina...hmmm...da !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3T6scpckjI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Lunea&lt;/a&gt; are farmecul ei aparte.Ma anunta cam cum va decurge saptamana, ce am de invatat, de facut. E ca un planner. Tot lunea e dedicata si unei mici cumparaturi, un pic de ordine prin casa si cam gata.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOYOBlf9jtY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martea&lt;/a&gt;  nu imi place. Nu stiu de ce dar niciodata nu m-a incantat. Suna si nasol.Martea trece greu, martea e aglomerata.Martea invat mult, mananc putin, trimit cv-uri.Martea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMy8lKG6Atc"&gt;Miercurea  &lt;/a&gt;suna cam asa :) In perioada asta am foarte mult de invatat asa ca rutina mea zilnica se invarte in jurul tocelii mult.Yeaa, I know, I'm such a dork !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZuJ4ue0sfSo"&gt;Joia&lt;/a&gt; e in ritm de pace. Daca as putea sa iau orasul la picior in fiecare joi, ce bine ar fi ! Sa vezi cum oamenii incep sa se destinda fiecare cu gandul la micutul plan pt weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mmAuHieD7Q"&gt;Vinerea&lt;/a&gt;  simt cum mi se relaxeaza toti muschii. Vreau sa ies, sa vad lume  multa. Da, da, asta imi place !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ogQ0uge06o"&gt;Sambata&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYhZVqODYsI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;duminica&lt;/a&gt;  sunt rezervate Mariei si aici inca nu a intrat rutina :) . Poate doar in activitatile gospodaresti cum ar fi o mancarica, o ordine prin casa si cam atat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incerc pe cat se poate sa imi vad prietenii cat mai des, sa ma bucur de tot in cel mai simplu mod si ma bucur ca nu am avut prea multe de insirat la rutina zilnica. Inseamna ca am mereu o zi noua :P ...cafeaua ramane la fel !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;va pup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaa...leapsa merge la cine vrea si are chef sa insire.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-8316994217568620530?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8316994217568620530/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=8316994217568620530' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8316994217568620530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8316994217568620530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2010/02/ete-leapsa.html' title='Ete leapsa !'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-2118804928083227550</id><published>2010-02-01T02:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T04:08:47.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;potrivit dex-ului, mediocritatea are urmatoarele definitii :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);" &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;  adj. &lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Care se află între două limite extreme, mijlociu,  potrivit; care nu iese din comun, nu se evidențiază prin nimic, modest,  banal. &lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Lipsit de inteligență, de capacitate ori cultură, de  spirit; fără valoare"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);" &gt;adj. &lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;  comun, mijlociu, potrivit. &lt;i&gt;(Un elev ~.)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; (fig.) obscur.  &lt;i&gt;(Un poet ~.)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; modest, redus, scăzut. &lt;i&gt;(Operă de  valoare ~.) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);" &gt; Care se  află între două părți extreme sau între două lucruri de aceeași natură. &lt;b&gt;Pasiune  ~ă. 2)&lt;/b&gt; Care este insuficient (în cantitate sau calitate); lipsit de  valoare cantitativă sau calitativă. &lt;b&gt;Salariu ~. Hrană ~ă. 3)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(despre  persoane sau despre manifestările lor) &lt;/i&gt;Care manifestă insuficiență  intelectuală; mărginit; limitat; redus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);" &gt;la pol opus, avem antonimele :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);" &gt;       &lt;b&gt;Mediocru&lt;/b&gt; ≠ distins, eminent, ilustru, remarcabil, talentat     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;     "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Nu am talent in a scrie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Scriu ca să mă  aud gândind. E o rasfirare de mine în litere. Nu am priceperea de a  împărtăşi mai mult decât ce sunt si nici asta într-o formă memorabilă.&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii mediocrii traiesc !&lt;br /&gt;Cu mai mult  sau mai puţin curaj, cu atitudine sau cu emoţie traiesc si ei printre  ceilalti.&lt;br /&gt;Si sunt mulţi..Chinul şi însingurarea geniului e doar  poveste. El are arta lui, trăieşte prin si pentru ea. Un mediocru se are  pe sine cu toate limitările sale şi atât. E conştient de incapacităţile  lui şi , mai rău, nu poate să se arate. Trăieşte inghesuit în propriul  eu, visează la libertatea artiştilor şi cam atât. Cât de cumplit se  aruncă în vise, cât de sus i se avântă gândurile chiar şi în autobuz  dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt convinsă că intensitatea dinăuntrul unui mediocru  depăşeşte cu mult fantezia unui geniu, numai că nu poate ieşi.. Eminescu  este genial, nebun, unic, singur si neînţeles..dar toti îl ascultă ,  toti încearcă să-l explice, să-l cunoască, să-l admire. "Ceilalţi" ,  ascunşi în centura castităţii nu vor reusi  să zboare, nu vor fi  admiraţi si adoraţi. Vin si pleca fără glorie. Dar trăiesc.. şi între  venire şi plecare, ca un muşuroi de furnicuţe dintre care numai unele  ajung în vârf, muncesc la înăltarea lor. Fără nume, fără aplauze, cu  conştinciozitate şi dragoste. Nu pictorul iubeşte cel mai mult culoarea,  ci ochiul naiv care se scaldă în ea.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un limbaj înteles doar de mine, mă  eliberez.&lt;br /&gt;Ce cred mediocrii despre viaţă,  lume, univers nu se va şti niciodată. Gândurile lor sunt mult deasupra  înţelegerii şi visele lor neasemuite. Nu-i minte să le cuprinda fiindcă  nimeni nu le vorbeste limba, sau poate ei sunt muţi., mai ştii?! In  fine, în propria-ţi piele eşti stăpân,mi-a spus de cateva ori un  prieten. Si mai mult decât atat eşti liber. N-am inteles de prima dată  la ce se referă, dar incep să...&lt;br /&gt;Universalitatea mea e minusculă, dar  relativ la universul meu sunt colosală. Şi liberă să visez şi să consum  litere ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-2118804928083227550?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2118804928083227550/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=2118804928083227550' title='0 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hardcore</title><content type='html'>...dar uneori si classy.imi place.am senzatia ca nu fuge viata pe langa mine.&lt;br /&gt;one day hardcore, one day classy.&lt;br /&gt;ieri am fost classy.pe ninsoarea aia mare pe mine m-a apucat cheful de iesit cu palarie.zau, ca nici nu zbura de pe capul meu !&lt;br /&gt;azi am fost hardcore. intai am fost intrebata daca imi place sa fug sau sa f*t, dupa m-am simtit un pic mafioata si intr-un final in mood de cha cha flex.( dupa cum a grait un mare contemporan)&lt;br /&gt;cat despre raspunsul la intrebare, zau ca nici nu stiu ce sa aleg !&lt;br /&gt;inca incerc sa-mi definesc personalitatea.am observat eu ca mai am multe de invatat. de la astia mai batrani ca mine in special.&lt;br /&gt;oamenii au experienta.stiu in egala masura cum sa-i enerveze si sa-i impace pe aia mai mici, te invata numai de bine si stiu sa te puna la respect dintr-o singura vorba.&lt;br /&gt;sezi bland, aici la mine in poala sa-ti impartasesc din amintirile vietii mele.&lt;br /&gt;cam asa ar fi inceputul.&lt;br /&gt;aberez.&lt;br /&gt;iar acum in loc sa ma duc la culcare, stau si tai filmulete cu umbrelele si mi s-a facut si foame.ia hai, mars la culcare !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-8436508988840553303?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8436508988840553303/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=8436508988840553303' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8436508988840553303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8436508988840553303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-ardem-hardcore.html' title='o ardem hardcore'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-964075216333255952</id><published>2010-01-26T14:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:33:54.975+02:00</updated><title type='text'>verde</title><content type='html'>daca ar fi sa fie ora 8.30 dimineata...sa deschid ochii si sa simt soarele batandu-mi in fata....sa mai ma cufund 5 minute in patura, sa strang perna in brate si sa-mi recapitulez visul de noapte...&lt;br /&gt;daca ar fi sa simt mirosul de cafea, m-as da jos usor din pat, mi-as trage manecile de la pijamaua cu albinute, as deschide larg fereastra si-as zambi tamp la strada...&lt;br /&gt;mi-as turna cafeaua in cana verde, as sta pe balcon intinsa la soare, ascultand zgomotul strazii combinat cu cel al &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJq2VAnfPtw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;salcamilor&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;as lua doua guri de cafea care m-ar frige pe varful limbii, as rontai din painea prajita, as forma un numar de telefon si-as zice neata...&lt;br /&gt;apoi, as mai sta asa...privind...fara sens sau forma, fara intrebari prea multe...dar as stii....&lt;br /&gt;si daca ar fi sa fie soare, mi-as scoate palaria cea verde si  rochita alba...mi-as impleti parul si mi-as lua bratarile rosii...&lt;br /&gt;as face cunoastinta cu toti copacii si cu toata lumea si le-as zambi...&lt;br /&gt;m-as opri intr-un parc, as sta putin acolo pana cand tu mi-ai spune cat de frumoasa sunt....&lt;br /&gt;da, asa as face...daca ar fi cald....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-964075216333255952?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/964075216333255952/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=964075216333255952' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/964075216333255952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/964075216333255952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2010/01/verde.html' title='verde'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-7817020370703297125</id><published>2010-01-25T03:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T04:04:22.723+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>daca ar veni acum si si-ar trece mana prin parul  meu, ar ingheta.&lt;br /&gt;atat de rece e parul...&lt;br /&gt;si daca ar veni sa-si plimbe mainile prin jurul meu&lt;br /&gt;cum s-ar roti...&lt;br /&gt;capul....&lt;br /&gt;dar daca si-ar sprijini mainile de umerii mei.......&lt;br /&gt;umarul meu stang ar fi tras spre mana lui stanga&lt;br /&gt;iar umarul drept spre cea dreapta&lt;br /&gt;ar fi atat de echilibrat totul si parca foaia asta galbena nu s-ar uita la mine atat de fix...&lt;br /&gt;fix...&lt;br /&gt;si nu mai e muzica...acum...&lt;br /&gt;prea multa liniste creeaza un mare hau...&lt;br /&gt;good deeds are rememberd in the hearts of men&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-7817020370703297125?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7817020370703297125/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=7817020370703297125' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/7817020370703297125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pe toate.incercase sa isi nege si existenta la un moment dat dar nu ii reusise.&lt;br /&gt;iesise din nebuloasa si isi accepta momentele,trairile si uneori tanjea dupa suferinta.&lt;br /&gt;ciudat sa tanjesti dupa suferinta.parca ar fi vrut sa isi spele toate pacatele facute si nefacute, doar suferind putin.&lt;br /&gt;isi pastrase trairile pentru ea.nu avea sens sau rost sa rascoleasca ceea ce demult era ingropat.&lt;br /&gt;tacea si se bucura de tacerea ei.zambea.mult.&lt;br /&gt;oamenii incercau sa ii vanda diverse : starea de libertate aparenta, vorbe goale, afectiune, pasiune, trandafiri rosii.&lt;br /&gt;ea cumpara putin din toate si le facea uitate printr-un colt.sa nu zica lumea ca a iesit cu mana goala din magazin !&lt;br /&gt;stia ce era bine pentru sufletul ei, posibilul si imposibilul si in scurt timp reusi sa faca o punte intre cele doua.&lt;br /&gt;negase mult dar in sfarsit accepta.ceea ce nu putea schimba.era atat de simplu !&lt;br /&gt;cand se pierdea pe ea, se regasea in simplitatea unei priviri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si visa...mult....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;undeva pe la orele acestea, ii place sa vina.sa paseasca incet, pe covorul moale, spre fotoliu.priveste incet peretele si se aseaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da de cateva ori din cap, parca usor obosit si sta.ii place acolo, cu orele, gandind departe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;din cand in cand isi arunca cate o privire spre usa, parca asteptand sa intre cineva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isi stie durerile, fericirile, pasiunile, amintirile.isi strange tigarea intre degete, usor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o trece dintr-o mana in cealalta si intr-un final o aprinde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trage din ea ca si cand ar fi prima si ultima tigare pe care ar fuma-o.inceptul si sfarsitul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nu stie ce ii rezerva acum si a uitat ce i-a rezervat ieri.nu regreta.doar sunete. nici un cuvant nu ii trece prin minte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doar sunete, o sumedenie.si un oras.departe, undeva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...si se pierde in vise pentru ca apoi dimineata sa o gaseasca la fel.doar parfumul ramane acelasi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-4701804527659349369?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4701804527659349369/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=4701804527659349369' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4701804527659349369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4701804527659349369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-plimba-gandurile-prin-cap.html' title='se plimba gandurile prin cap'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-8081144501629761786</id><published>2010-01-13T22:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:01:45.878+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"  - Bine ai venit! Ti-e foame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;- Da, dar numai dacă stai cu mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;- Mai povestim de noi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;- Aşa vroiam şi eu... m-am gândit la cererea ta în căsătorie şi aş vrea să încercăm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;- Ai vrea să încerci căsătoria?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Căsătoreşte-mi-te în faţa munţilor cu un buchet de flori de câmp în mână, să-mi cânte trei chitări în spatele rochiei mele albe de in, să stea prietenii noştri martori pe bolovani bătrâni şi pe trunchiuri de brad doborâte de ploi, îmbrăcati în blugi, râzând, iar tu şi cu mine să ne promitem nimicuri eterne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Apoi să desfacem caserolele festinului, să închidem ziua şi să aprindem stelele şi focul, iar dimineaţa să ne găsească în continuare împreună.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Şi peste o vreme să ne luam un pisoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Iar daca nu ne va fi bine, să pastrez eu pisoiul şi tu biletul de la loz în plic, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;si să ne rămânem doi vechi prieteni aproape divorţaţi. Altfel, să ne colorăm casa şi să mergem în concedii la casa de la ţară a părinţilor tăi, printre caişi şi lilieci albi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-8081144501629761786?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8081144501629761786/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=8081144501629761786' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8081144501629761786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8081144501629761786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2010/01/bine-ai-venit-ti-e-foame-da-dar-numai.html' title=''/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-1988574064176293392</id><published>2010-01-10T01:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T05:20:00.638+02:00</updated><title type='text'>[.................]</title><content type='html'>Am refuzat cu desavarsire ca la sfarsitul anului ce a trecut precum si la inceputul anului care a venit, sa-mi insir pe o hartie vrutele si nevrutele, facutele si nefacutele.&lt;br /&gt;Anul asta nu ! Anul asta ma revolt si nu-mi mai promit nimic. Ce va veni, va veni. Incet sau repede, furios sau calm.&lt;br /&gt;Am aceleasi dorinte pe care le aveam si anul trecut.Inima doar ce si-a mai schimbat traiectoria.In rest, totul ramane la fel.&lt;br /&gt;Am aceleasi amintiri pe care le aveam si anul trecut.De aer curat, de veselie, de dragoste, de masuratori ale distantelor dintre paturi, de oameni care dorm avand capul in jos, de sunet de chitara, de ras de copil, de valurile marii.&lt;br /&gt;Dar am si altele noi care cu siguranta vor veni, pe care le vom creea.&lt;br /&gt;Am vrut in multe seri, pitita in orasul meu , ascunsa in patul meu si cu zapada care cadea peste copacii din fata ferestrei mele, sa imi astern gandurile.&lt;br /&gt;Dar n-am facut-o. Toate mergeau spre acelasi loc, indepartat in care candva eram mica, in care candva cunoasteam ochi mari si curiosi, in care viata de "om mare" era formata doar din pantofi cu toc si palarii.&lt;br /&gt;Asa gandesc fetitele cand sunt mici.&lt;br /&gt;Toate gandurile mele fugeau spre miros de liliac si tei, catre strazi inguste si multe, catre capsuni si peri inalti.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi, gandurile mergeau catre Maria. Ea nu are nici miros de liliac, nici peri inalti si nici strazi inguste. Pentru ea putinul este mult.Pentru ea oamenii sunt si nu sunt si invata sa se bucure cu ceea ce " oamenii mari " ii ofera.&lt;br /&gt;Asemeni ei, incerc sa invat sa ma bucur de ceea ce "oamenii mari" imi ofera si sa ma bucur.&lt;br /&gt;Imi doresc sa cred ca pot, ca stiu si daca nu nu stiu, ca voi invata.Ca voi avea destula intelepciune si ca undeva, candva, cineva va fi acolo pentru mine dar si pentru ea. Pentru mine sa-mi reaminteasca de mirosul de liliac iar pentru ea sa o invete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-1988574064176293392?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1988574064176293392/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=1988574064176293392' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1988574064176293392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1988574064176293392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='[.................]'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-3482016839190476120</id><published>2009-12-16T02:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:25:45.410+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Syg8oed34ZI/AAAAAAAAA6s/vdtSdLFry2Y/s1600-h/irina1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Syg8oed34ZI/AAAAAAAAA6s/vdtSdLFry2Y/s320/irina1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415645217983816082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vin rosu in pahare de nevin.&lt;br /&gt;poate, asa cum a spus inteleptul, vinul este mai bun baut in pahare speciale de vin.&lt;br /&gt;dar este bun si in pahare de nevin.&lt;br /&gt;mi-am aruncat fix in acest moment privirea catre sticla.ca prin minune mi-a sarit in ochi descrierea vinului :&lt;br /&gt;"soarele apune peste muntele table, profund si rosu, cald si moale, precum vinul din paharul tau,strada zumzaie de vibratiile muzicii si ale conversatie...mancarea va fi servita in curand, ai timp la dispozitie si nici un gand..."&lt;br /&gt;vinul se numeste Orange Ruby Cabernet Merlot, este din Africa de Sud, are 15% alcool si este importat in Romania de o firma care isi are sediul in Ploiesti.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha !!! a strabatut atata cale ca sa ajunga la ploiesti si dupa la mine acasa care sunt, culmea, ploiesteanca. zau asa ca-i prea de tot !&lt;br /&gt;toate ca toate dar vinul este demential !&lt;br /&gt;vinul in pahare de nevin intr-o zi friguroasa de iarna&lt;br /&gt;afara se aud sunete de lopeti.oameni care dau zapada.e geamul rece si mana inghetata.&lt;br /&gt;palmele mele pe peretii ce asteapta cuminti sa fie recolorati.poate verde...sau portocaliu...sau de ce nu dungi? poate...&lt;br /&gt;poate schimb si patul....s-au asternut prea multe pe el...si .....pernele...tot !&lt;br /&gt;iar imi fuge gandul la zapada de astazi..la cum mi-au inghetat picioarele dar cum ma bucuram ca imi ingheata nasul. iar !&lt;br /&gt;mi-e gandul la oameni vechi si oameni noi, locuri vechi si locuri noi, iubiri vechi si iubiri noi.le-am amestecat pe toate astazi in fulgii de zapada.mai mici, mai mari.&lt;br /&gt;imi deschid singura alte usi, cu alte camere, cu alte ferestre. imi ramane doar sa intru in ele.calm si bland.&lt;br /&gt;dupa atatea luni, simt ca imi gasesc pacea, ca imi gasesc linistea. poate este de la mirosul ce iese din pliculetul mic cu aducere aminte la cutiuta verde, din sticla de vin sau pur si simplu din mine...nu stiu. cert este ca o gasesc.&lt;br /&gt;dar cum viata mea este de fel tumultoasa...tineti aproape !!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-3482016839190476120?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3482016839190476120/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=3482016839190476120' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/3482016839190476120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/3482016839190476120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/12/vin-rosu-in-pahare-de-nevin.html' title=''/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Syg8oed34ZI/AAAAAAAAA6s/vdtSdLFry2Y/s72-c/irina1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-1300380728343378504</id><published>2009-12-14T22:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:58:48.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"N-ai să vii şi n-ai să morţi&lt;br /&gt;N-ai să şapte între sorţi&lt;br /&gt;N-ai să iarnă, primăvară&lt;br /&gt;N-ai să doamnă, domnişoară..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am cautat pe cadrane zile intre la rand si nu am gasit.Intrebari mi-am pus cu sutele si nici un raspuns nu am capatat nici pana in sfanta zi de astazi.&lt;br /&gt;Ce pot sa cer la sfarsit de an? Ce bilant pot face astazi cand simt ca sunt transparenta si ca prin mine au trecut zeci de valuri de intamplari?&lt;br /&gt;Prin natura lor, oamenii spera. Spera la mai bine pentru ei, pentru sufletul lor. Si este logic sa o faci.E bine sa te gandesti la ce este bine pentru tine, la cum iti este tie bine.&lt;br /&gt;Eu n-am gandit-o niciodata asa.Poate ca suna a fals altruism dar nu am gandit-o asa. Am gandit ca daca celor din jurul meu le este bine, sigur imi va fi si mie. Si am incercat. Din toate puterile am incercat ca celor din jurul meu sa le fie bine. Atat cat am putut si cum a putut.&lt;br /&gt;De multe ori nu am reusit sa ii impac pe toti si nu am reusit sa ma ridic la nivelul cerintelor lor dar am incercat iar incercarea, se spune ca moarte nu are.&lt;br /&gt;Undeva pe drum m-am oprit. Cineva sau ceva mi-a aratat bine care imi sunt putintele dar si nevoile.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi, am plans.Am plans pentru a ma vindeca si pentru a spala parca toate pacatele.&lt;br /&gt;Si-am luat-o de la capat. Care capat o sa va intrebati? Nici eu nu stiu inca. Deocamdata este capatul unde s-a terminat totul, unde s-a pus punct.Unde nu am inteles.&lt;br /&gt;Poate daca as intelege mi-ar fi mult mai usor sa trec peste toate.Doar daca as intelege.&lt;br /&gt;Dar pentru multe din intamplarile din viata noastra nu avem explicatie.Dar inventam unele.Unele convenabile care sa ne ajute sa o luam de la capatul ala de care scriam mai sus.&lt;br /&gt;Ce-as putea sa imi doresc la acest sfarsit de an? Si de ce mi-as dori ceva numai la sfarsit de an? Oare la mijloc nu pot sa am dorinte?&lt;br /&gt;In fine. Cica asa e stabilit de societate.Sa iti doresti ceva la sfarsit de an. Imi doresc si eu ceva dar banii nu pot cumpara ceea ce eu imi doresc asa ca nu prea are sens sa ma apuc sa scriu cu liniuta de la capat lista pentru Mos.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca...zambiti voi, cei ce puteti, cei ce aveti dorinte indeplinibile, cei ce stiti exact ce va doriti.&lt;br /&gt;Eu voi zambi la zambetul vostru.Apoi, poate ma voi intoarce catre al meu si voi zambi si catre el iar pe parcurs voi realiza si care imi sunt cu adevarat dorintele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-1300380728343378504?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1300380728343378504/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=1300380728343378504' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1300380728343378504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1300380728343378504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/12/n-ai-sa-vii-si-n-ai-sa-morti-n-ai-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-3074944449345317831</id><published>2009-12-11T04:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:36:23.331+02:00</updated><title type='text'>intrebare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cine si-ar fi inchipuit ca intr-o bucatarie atat de mica pot incapea atatea suflete ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-3074944449345317831?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3074944449345317831/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=3074944449345317831' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/3074944449345317831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/3074944449345317831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/12/intrebare.html' title='intrebare'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-2172943310021263339</id><published>2009-12-10T01:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:43:59.198+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cum procedam?</title><content type='html'>Situatie :&lt;br /&gt;Ea si cu el sunt prieteni de multi ani.O vreme au stat separati iar de o bucata de timp si-au reluat relatia.&lt;br /&gt;Doi oameni aparent cu preocupari comune, ganduri comune, sentimente comune.Doi oameni, pur si simplu.&lt;br /&gt;Ea mai atenta si cicalitoare, el mai linistit si boem.&lt;br /&gt;Ea cu anumite standarde, el la fel.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa o perioada in care relatia lor a mers bine, lucrurile incep sa se deterioreze. ( sau poate niciodata nu au fost ok ! )&lt;br /&gt;Ea incearca sa inteleaga, sa vorbeasca cu el.El este evaziv, tace si evita.&lt;br /&gt;Ea nu mai intelege nimic ba chiar are impresia ca nu il cunoaste deloc iar increderea scade vertiginos.&lt;br /&gt;Cum procedam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)  ea insista sa vorbeasca cu el si sa lamureasca situatia.&lt;br /&gt;b) o lasa balta si se face ca nu vede (lucru putin cam ciudat intr-o prietenie, nu? )&lt;br /&gt;c) se gandeste ca traverseaza o perioada mai altfel si ca pur si simplu nu vrea sa se vada cu ea ( caz in care ar fi trebuit totusi sa ii spuna)&lt;br /&gt;d) poate si-a gasit alti prieteni iar ea nu este suficient de buna pentru ei ( caz in care desemenea ar trebui si ea sa fie anuntata)&lt;br /&gt;e) se consoleaza cu gandul ca asa este el (dar parca e prea de tot !!!)&lt;br /&gt;f) il suna, tipa, urla, reproseaza si povestea se termina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care ar fi motivele pentru care un prieten uita de tine? Uita de intalnirile cu tine, de momentele care ar fi frumoase alaturi de tine sau de tot ceea ce inseamna in viata ta?&lt;br /&gt;Care ar fi motivele pentru care oamenii se spala pe maini asa usor de alti oameni?&lt;br /&gt;Apar altii, ii inlocuim pe cei vechi.Sau ii lasam acolo.Sa fie.Pentru mai tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;Care ar fi motivele pentru care oamenii nu te vad asa cum esti in totalitate? Vad ca te pricepi la gatit, de exemplu dar pe plan profesional nu iti acorda nici un credit.Esti zero in fata lor.Dar aparent iti sunt prieteni.&lt;br /&gt;Care ar fi motivele pentru care un prieten refuza sa te ajute? Indiferent de caz sau de situatie.Ajutorul pur si simplu asa cum il ceri tu.Ca e sprijin moral, financiar sau pur si simplu cautarea unui job.&lt;br /&gt;Care ar fi motivele pentru care un prieten se preface in fata ta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubim oamenii.Asa cum sunt ei.Calitatile mult mai importante decat defectele.&lt;br /&gt;Timp avem.Pentru toti si pentru toate.Doar ca nu vedem si uitam.Uitam de cei de langa noi.Iar cand uiti, mai bine inveti sa spui pur si simplu ca ai uitat decat sa te prefaci ca nimic nu s-a intamplat.&lt;br /&gt;Poti schimba oamenii de langa tine.Logic ca poti ! Dar iti asumi si riscul ca poate niciodata nu vei mai gasi pe nimeni ca ei.&lt;br /&gt;Oare nu este mai simplu sa pui mana pe telefon pur si simplu si sa spui ce ai de spus? Sa lasi totul la o parte si sa te deschizi macar o data, o singura data in fata celui de langa tine?&lt;br /&gt;Sa lupti macar o data pentru cineva din viata ta ! Pentru cineva viu.&lt;br /&gt;Faza cu daruieste fara sa ceri nimic in schimb nu functioneaza.Ai nevoie sa ti se dea.Ai nevoie sa simti ca relatia e vie.Ca existi.Ca existati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-2172943310021263339?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2172943310021263339/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=2172943310021263339' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2172943310021263339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2172943310021263339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/12/cum-procedam.html' title='cum procedam?'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-3696751354013471240</id><published>2009-12-07T05:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T05:15:06.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suntem doar noi, acei frumosi nebuni&lt;br /&gt;ce niciodata n-au uitat&lt;br /&gt;ce niciodata n-au sperat&lt;br /&gt;doar s-au privit&lt;br /&gt;si au zambit&lt;br /&gt;plecand din tine, am sa revin&lt;br /&gt;ii spuse el dintr-un suflat&lt;br /&gt;fugind din mine, tu revii&lt;br /&gt;raspunse ea cu un oftat&lt;br /&gt;suntem doar noi, acei frumosi nebuni&lt;br /&gt;cersind un pic de indurare&lt;br /&gt;visand spre stele cazatoare&lt;br /&gt;si nesarind intr-un neant&lt;br /&gt;fugind din tine, am sa revin&lt;br /&gt;ii spuse el ingandurat&lt;br /&gt;plecand din mine,vei reveni, &lt;br /&gt;ii spuse ea..candva, uitat&lt;br /&gt;suntem doar noi, acei frumosi nebuni,&lt;br /&gt;ce si-au promis in zeci de seri&lt;br /&gt;dorul sarutului de dimineata&lt;br /&gt;eu am sa plec,n-am sa revin,&lt;br /&gt;ii spuse el din doar un glas&lt;br /&gt;tu ai sa pleci, n-ai sa revii,&lt;br /&gt;candva, uitat.&lt;br /&gt;suntem doar noi, acei frumosi nebuni,&lt;br /&gt;si astazi&lt;br /&gt;ce se privesc si isi zambesc,&lt;br /&gt;ce niciodata n-au uitat,&lt;br /&gt;ce niciodata n-au sperat&lt;br /&gt;dar pentru care s-a 'ntamplat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-3696751354013471240?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3696751354013471240/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=3696751354013471240' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/3696751354013471240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/3696751354013471240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/12/suntem-doar-noi-acei-frumosi-nebuni-ce.html' title=''/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-3826777566898372233</id><published>2009-12-02T01:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:22:45.545+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)))</title><content type='html'>"Dumnezeu a facut oamenii ca sa nu se plictiseasca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu a facut oamenii dar si americanii.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu a facut locatia aia frumoasa?&lt;br /&gt;Care locatie?&lt;br /&gt;Aia prin care se plimbau Adam si Eva ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mariuca la 6 ani si 11 luni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-3826777566898372233?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3826777566898372233/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=3826777566898372233' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/3826777566898372233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/3826777566898372233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=':)))'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-5400941717888752090</id><published>2009-11-27T16:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:30:21.105+02:00</updated><title type='text'>iar povesti....</title><content type='html'>"ea aduna pietre de pe o margine de drum iar el privea la lanul de grau ce i se asternea in fata ochilor.&lt;br /&gt;ti-am spus ca aici este , exclama zambitor si plin de el.&lt;br /&gt;da, da, da, mi-ai spus iar eu te-am crezut pe cuvant, ori nu? replica ea cu un zambet smecheresc.&lt;br /&gt;in perioada asta a anului e cel mai frumos sa te plimbi pe drumurile astea.e bine ca in sfarsit am ajuns aici, spuse plin de intelepciune.&lt;br /&gt;ea isi ridica  privirea , ii zambi, lasa pietrele si se aseza langa el.&lt;br /&gt;erau doar ei, apusul si lanul de grau.&lt;br /&gt;isi spusesera tot ce aveau de spus.nerostite erau doar intamplarile ce aveau sa vie.&lt;br /&gt;el a venit mai tarziu, asa cum ii spuse iar ea in sufletul ei l-a asteptat.&lt;br /&gt;dupa 30 de ani de stat impreuna, erau ca in prima zi in care  a venit la usa ei, sfios de indraznet si aducandu-se doar pe el in dar.&lt;br /&gt;in primii ani, se ciondanisera aproape in fiecare zi.ea mereu vulcanica si el mereu calm, ea cerand si el lasand de la el, ea suparandu-se si el impacand-o.el mereu venind tarziu acasa si ea asteptandu-l cu masa pusa, el mereu inconjurat de femei si ea prietena cu toate, el cerand si ea lansand de la ea.&lt;br /&gt;in urmatorii ani, au devenit amandoi intelepti, construind impreuna vieti si lucruri noi. &lt;br /&gt;acum, dupa atatia ani, el o lua de mana iar in sufletul ei se ascundea aceeasi emotie ca in prima zi in care se cunoscusera.&lt;br /&gt;isi fusesera unul altuia sprijin dar si libertate.stiau bine cand sa se indeparteze pentru a se apropia apoi din ce in ce mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;cand copii i-au intrebat de ce nu s-au casatorit, ei si-au zambit complice, raspunzand cu diplomatie ca nu au avut timp.&lt;br /&gt;adevarul este ca nici unul, niciodata nu crezuse in puterea unei hartii ci mai mult in libertatea celuilalt. de cate ori nu plecasera doar pentru a se intoarce? de cate ori nu adormisera unul cu spatele la celalalt pentru ca dimineata sa-i gaseasca imbratisati?&lt;br /&gt;ei stiau si le placea asa.&lt;br /&gt;isi considerau relatia perfect de imperfecta pentru ca se mula pe sufletele lor.&lt;br /&gt;luptasera mult ca sa ajunga aici. cu lumea si cu ei si erau fericiti.&lt;br /&gt;astazi, fugisera in lume asa cum o facusera cand erau tineri.cateva zile doar pentru ei, sa nu stie de nimeni si de nimic.sa fie doar ei.&lt;br /&gt;ea inchise ochii si isi lasa capul pe umarul lui.bratele lui o cuprinsera si o stransera tare.zgomotul telefonului ii trezi pe amandoi.&lt;br /&gt;parca inchideai telefonul, se ratoi el&lt;br /&gt;dar stii ca cea mica....aloo? da?cand?acum?venim ! si se ridica brusc de langa el&lt;br /&gt;ce-ai patit?&lt;br /&gt;hai ca naste ! acum ! ridica-te ! &lt;br /&gt;se ridica ca turbat, se urcara in masina si pornira spre oras.&lt;br /&gt;inca o viata aparea sub ochii lor."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-5400941717888752090?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5400941717888752090/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=5400941717888752090' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/5400941717888752090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/5400941717888752090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/11/iar-povesti.html' title='iar povesti....'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-6506625051010496168</id><published>2009-11-23T05:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:20:25.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In goana dupa faima uitam. Vindem, schimbam,fugim.&lt;br /&gt;Si nu ma refer la faima daruita de reviste si de lumina blitzului ci la cea pe care ti-o creezi tu singur in mica ta lume.&lt;br /&gt;In aceea lume tu esti perfect si totul se desfasoara dupa bunul tau plac.Nimeni si nimic nu-ti poate zdruncina linistea ta.&lt;br /&gt;Esti un bun comandant, strateg desavarsit care analizeaza cu atentie fiecare lucru. Apoi, incet si cu diplomatie inlaturi obstacolul iar pericolul dispare.&lt;br /&gt;Si lumea ta este perfecta din nou si pacea celor 4 pereti care te inconjoara binecuvantata.&lt;br /&gt;In mintea ta, tu stii cum este cel mai bine.Ii asculti pe cei din jurul tau cu intelepciune si tact, studiezi fiecare mic detaliu iar apoi iei decizia cea mai buna.Pentru tine, normal.Doar tu esti regele care niciodata nu este in sah mat si care mereu inainteaza mai multe casute decat ii este permis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-6506625051010496168?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6506625051010496168/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=6506625051010496168' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/6506625051010496168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/6506625051010496168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-goana-dupa-faima-uitam.html' title=''/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-4120286013581351703</id><published>2009-11-13T07:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:12:07.882+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Floricele care mai de care mai colorate...ceruri albastre...nori pufosi...delfini mici si mari...palmieri...floarea soarelui...bondari...gargarite...copacei...soarele...un catelus...o pisica...chitara...2 crocodili...doua pasarele...&lt;br /&gt;Toate vazute prin ochi de copil, dupa cum bine spunea prietena mea.&lt;br /&gt;In toata aventura asta in care pornesti alaturi de ochii inocenti ai chipului blond te aventurezi si tu. Respiri adan si prinzi curaj. Lumea nu-ti mai pare atat de grea iar gandurile inceteaza sa te mai sufoce.&lt;br /&gt;Chipul blond vrea sa afle, sa descopere si intreaba : &lt;br /&gt;- spune-mi, cainii vad si ei ca noi?&lt;br /&gt;- nu.cainii vad in alb si negru.&lt;br /&gt;- dar nu e drept. noi vedem colorat iar ei doar alb si negru.si curcubeul?&lt;br /&gt;- uneori si noi vedem in alb si negru.&lt;br /&gt;- dar noi stim sa coloram.&lt;br /&gt;Privesti cu dragoste iar in coltul inimii tale se afla tristetea. Chipul blond va afla ca nu totul poate fi colorat.&lt;br /&gt;- aici ce scriem?&lt;br /&gt;- aici voi scrie eu.&lt;br /&gt;- ce?&lt;br /&gt;- inca nu stiu.&lt;br /&gt;Candva si tu ai vazut in alb si negru asemeni cainilor. Te gandeai ca viata lor este mult mai simpla asa. Apoi, incet, incet ai colorat-o. Ai inceput sa vezi curcubee si le-ai zambit. &lt;br /&gt;In fata hartiei te simti mica dar iti amintesti ca ti-a mai ramas o culoare. O singura culoare pt o singura dorinta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noiembrie incepe sa-si spuna cuvantul, ma pregateste pt acasa. Simt racoarea pe sira spinarii. Zambesc si ma bucur ca vad colorat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-4120286013581351703?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4120286013581351703/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=4120286013581351703' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4120286013581351703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4120286013581351703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/11/floricele-care-mai-de-care-mai-colorate.html' title=''/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-2041099318312827188</id><published>2009-11-06T08:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:24:44.202+02:00</updated><title type='text'>____________________ .</title><content type='html'>O masca pt fiecare zi&lt;br /&gt;Un zambet pt fiecare om&lt;br /&gt;Sau nu&lt;br /&gt;Cuvinte bine alese&lt;br /&gt;Pt tine&lt;br /&gt;Nu pt ei,oamenii&lt;br /&gt;Cum ar fi daca intr-o zi totul s-ar intoarce impotriva ta?&lt;br /&gt;Cate o masca pt tine&lt;br /&gt;Sa te bulverseze&lt;br /&gt;Raneasca&lt;br /&gt;Sa uite de tine, de sufletul tau&lt;br /&gt;Sa se vada toti pe ei numai pe tine nu&lt;br /&gt;Cum ar fi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evitam. Raspunsuri dar si intrebari. E mai bine fara. Mai comod. In plus, viata merge inainte. De bine de rau. &lt;br /&gt;Doar sufletul ti-l vinzi.&lt;br /&gt;Pe o masca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-2041099318312827188?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2041099318312827188/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=2041099318312827188' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2041099318312827188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2041099318312827188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='____________________ .'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-8437274816596394679</id><published>2009-10-30T07:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:43:25.535+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Din ganduri de departe</title><content type='html'>Imi torn dimineata visele in cana plina de cafea. Adaug zahar, amestec bine si iau inghititura cu inghititura. Visele mele ajung inapoi in mine. &lt;br /&gt;Ziua merge mai departe cu obisnuinta care intervine in orice colt al lumii te-ai afla. Nu o poti opri desi din cand in cand incerci adaugand cate un putin de altceva. &lt;br /&gt;Gandurile zboara si sufletul tanjeste dupa acasa dar, asemenea unui catel care se scutura dupa ce a mers prin ploaie, te scuturi si tu. &lt;br /&gt;Observi lumea de la departare. Parca asteptai altceva, nu? Parca totusi credeai in importanta si in valoarea ta in vietile oamenilor apropiati tie.&lt;br /&gt;Ciudata senzatia de a nu mai simti nici macar dezamagire. Tristetea deja este experimentata,incerci sa o faci uitata.&lt;br /&gt;Totul se intampla asa repede inca abia poti procesa. &lt;br /&gt;Fiecare isi duce zilele cum poate mai bine. Cum ii este mai bine sau incercand sa ii fie bine. Unii se ascund in spatele programului incarcat, al peretilor candva albi, altii in uitare.&lt;br /&gt;Ne angrenam zilnic in zeci de lucruri, uitam oamenii care pana nu demult erau prin jurul nostru si mergem mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;Negam ca poate candva, undeva am sadit tristete si am cauzat durere si preferam sa inchidem ochii.&lt;br /&gt;Uitam rugamintile, dorintele si ne gandim ca totul merge spre uitare, mai devreme sau mai tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;E mai bine mai multa superficialitate decat putina profunzime.&lt;br /&gt;Si uite asa trec zilele...&lt;br /&gt;Si lunile...&lt;br /&gt;Si anii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am uitat sa fiu emo. Am uitat de zilele in care radeam pana la lacrimi, de apa care susura printre pietre, de zmei sensibli, de familia de animale cu indeletniciri moderne, de sporturi extreme, de tolanit la gramada pe o bucata de pat, de mancaruri inventate si de usi vopsite.&lt;br /&gt;Imi spun in fiecare zi ca nu s-au intamplat niciodata pentru ca in sufletul meu stiu ca oamenii care stiu sa traiasca asa sunt oameni care pretuiesc oamenii si care stiu sa-i pastreze intr-un fel sau altul langa ei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-8437274816596394679?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8437274816596394679/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=8437274816596394679' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8437274816596394679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8437274816596394679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/10/din-ganduri-de-departe.html' title='Din ganduri de departe'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-6410508753434363014</id><published>2009-10-18T09:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:43:00.812+03:00</updated><title type='text'>And when the rain begins to fall...</title><content type='html'>Am lasat putin evenimentele politice de acasa. E ciudat cum urmaresti posturile si ziarele de acasa atunci cand esti departe. Sa nu cumva sa pierzi ceva, sa se intample ceva si tu sa nu stii. Totusi, de cateva zile am lasat-o mai moale si am incercat sa iau pulsul locurilor noi pe care le vad. &lt;br /&gt;M-a impresionat Miami Seaquarium pt animalele pe care le au si anume delfinii si balena uriasa care ne-a stropit pe toti cand si-a facut numarul de acrobatie. Mi-a placut pt ca in afara de faptul ca poti vedea o sumedenie de animale marine, poti si invata multe despre ele. La tot pasul exista monitoare mari, cu poze si butoane unde poti citi tot felul de informatii dupa care iti poti testa cunostintele apasand pe butoanele aferente monitoarelor. Nice, nu? &lt;br /&gt;Am fost si in Miami. De data asta pe timp de zi. Mi-au placut terasele multe si cochete asezate cu fata la ocean si la barcutele/vapoarele care pluteau linistite in port. Muzica de toate felurile dar mai ales latino,romani pe care i-am intalnit, bauturi dulci asezonate cu tot felul de fructe, oameni dansand salsa. Ooo, da!!! Asta mi-a placut tare si imi fugeau si mie picioarele pe ritmul ala. &lt;br /&gt;Sambata si duminica a fost zi de copii. Petrecere pt copii si vizita la copii. Case mari pline de jucarii,cules de nuci de cocos din copaci, gratar mare de tot, copii gatind prajiturele in cuptoare special construite pt ei, copii tipand din toate puterile, broscute care se plimba linistite prin curte, porumb fiert dulce ca garnitura la gratar. Obiceiuri noi. &lt;br /&gt;Ma obisnuiesc greu. Aici salata se taie mare. Acasa, o tai mica. Aici gratarul se face cu sosuri multe. Acasa, punem condimente. Aici, gratarul este electric. Acasa, ne place sa adunam vreascuri multe. E mai fun! Aici, casele sunt inconjurate de multa verdeata. Acasa, din pacate de multe alte constructii. Aici, lumea este relaxata, femeile de 50 de ani arata ca cele de 30 fara nici un pic de lifting. Acasa, femeile noastre sunt obosite.&lt;br /&gt;Aici, weekendurile sunt pline de parcuri de distractii, de tolanit pe plaja, de mancat in oras. Acasa, nu prea.&lt;br /&gt;De cateva zile a venit toamna si aici. Parca mi-a fost ascultata rugamintea si a inceput sa curga putina racoare. Aseara am simt nevoia de jacheta pe mine si ce bine a fost! Oricum, se pare ca nu va dura mult racoare si ca de maine este iar cald. Dar acum ma bucur de putin vant printre palmieri.   &lt;br /&gt;Cu toate astea, mi-e dor de casa mea, de oamenii mei, de mama mea, de catelul meu si de casa mea in renovare. Pt ca acasa este unde ti-e sufletul !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-6410508753434363014?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6410508753434363014/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=6410508753434363014' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/6410508753434363014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/6410508753434363014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-when-rain-begins-to-fall.html' title='And when the rain begins to fall...'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-1630734045805879273</id><published>2009-10-11T09:58:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:07:11.501+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un ceas 10. Altul 3. Pat mare, asternuturi albastre, lampa cu telecomanda, reclamele de la tv in fundal, eu insomniaca. As fuma o tigare, m-as da cu putina crema unde m-a ciupit cine stie ce ganganie, mi-as suna prietena. Nu fac nimic. Mi s-a facut si foame. Azi am vazut zebre. Miezul noptii ma face incoerenta. Si lei. Si antilope. Inchid lumina. Manual. Suntem doar eu si ecranul telefonului. Si cuvinte. As manca turta dulce. Noapte buna. Sau buna dimineata. ( oare si acasa luna se vede la fel? vedem ac luna? hmm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-1630734045805879273?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1630734045805879273/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=1630734045805879273' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1630734045805879273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1630734045805879273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/10/un-ceas-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-4993857013810900955</id><published>2009-10-05T22:09:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:29:02.333+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iar nu facem nimic...</title><content type='html'>Am fost ieri sa mananc intr-un loc numit duffy's. Toate bune si frumoase pana aici si pana in momentul in care am vrut sa imi comand ceva de baut. Alcool mai exact. Mi s-a cerut un id asa ca mandra mi-am scos buletinul de romania si l-am aratat. A fost studiat pe toate partile si inapoiat mie cu raspunsul ca este nul. Say what??? Cum sa fie nul??? Este buletinul meu!!! Nu, legea Floridei spune ca tre sa ai un id de-al lor sau pasaportul. Logic, ca nu aveam pasaportul cu mine. De inteles, pot intelege legile lor si fricile pt ca au de ce sa se teama dar eram cu un copil dupa mine si clar nu arat sub 21 de ani. Imi place la nebunie cand oamenii nu gandesc. Eu una asa am luat-o, ca pe o dovada de prostie. E ok sa urmezi legea dar uita-te si mai si gandeste. E asa greu sa iti pui mintea in functiune? Trec zilele si ma conving ca oamenii astia sunt o natie de roboti programati doar pe anumite lucruri. Ma uit in magazine si ma crucesc. Au oua gata fierte si curatate. Cat de lenes sa fi? Au drive in la atm-uri ca sa nu iti misti curul din masina. Sute de semipreparate, sute de sosuri,detergenti, produse de panificatie. Cam cati ani iti ia sa le incerci pe toate? In asta sta evolutia unui popor? Da, au si o ordine pe care noi nu o avem, un calm oferit de un sistem bine pus la punct de niste oameni care sigur nu sunt americani dar au fost cumparati de americani. O natiune oportunista. Nu zic ca e mai bine la noi. Avem la bube si noi de ma mir ca nu am intrat inca in carantina. Ma uit pe net la stiri, zilnic si imi vine sa urlu. Facem si noi o revolutie noua? Ne ridicam si noi impotriva astora care isi bat joc de viitorul nostru si de al copiilor nostri? Sau tot speram ca urmatorul presedinte o sa faca rahatul praf??? Nu o sa faca nimic. Zero barat!!! As lua politicienii si i-as pune sa mature strazile, sa stea in parcari, in santiere, in spitale. Toti la munca de jos incepand cu donsoara Basescu dar fara mapa data de Mona. Cum e posibil ca o tara intreaga sa stea pasiva? Ce daca facem greva? Ce vom obtine din asta? Suntem datori cam 3000 de euro pe cap de locuitor uniunii europene. Va convine? Dar e ok , nu? Doar avem inca o paine pe masa si altii inca pot fura de mama focului. Atata timp cat astea se pot face, ce ne pasa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-4993857013810900955?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4993857013810900955/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=4993857013810900955' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4993857013810900955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4993857013810900955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/10/iar-nu-facem-nimic.html' title='Iar nu facem nimic...'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-2691973507837608622</id><published>2009-09-30T19:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:36:26.440+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Miami ploua...Bate vantul...Se scutura palmierii... Ma scutur si eu... Ploaia are alt gust aici... Toamna acasa are gust de gutui... Miros de frunze moarte... Castane picate la intamplare... Zgomot de ciori enervate.. Toamna acasa e toamna mea... Toamna mea de octombrie insingurata... De noiembrie plina... De zile lenese... De vineri sfinte... Acasa timpul se scurge altfel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-2691973507837608622?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2691973507837608622/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=2691973507837608622' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2691973507837608622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2691973507837608622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-miami-ploua.html' title=''/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-8791442542264853425</id><published>2009-09-30T06:07:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T06:13:54.639+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Avem de toate pt toti. Si vindem. Sau cumparam. Dupa caz. Sau mai bine spus dupa dorinta fiecaruia. Suntem intr-un troc continuu si negociem. Ne iese prost socoteala, mergem la urmatorul magazin. Si tot asa pana cand gasim ce vrem sau macar ceva asemanator. Intelegeti ceva?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-8791442542264853425?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8791442542264853425/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=8791442542264853425' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8791442542264853425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8791442542264853425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/09/avem-de-toate-pt-toti.html' title=''/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-8316911893702192762</id><published>2009-09-28T05:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:51:35.364+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palarii de calatorie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am fost astazi in cateva locuri dupa cum urmeaza: la rainforest cafe unde totul este aranjat ca in jungla. Animale care fac ca toate visele,zgomote de furtuna tropicala,mese din lemn de zici ca iti pica mancarea...fain as zice mai ales ca Mariei i-a placut destul de mult. Next stop a fost in Miami la American Airlines Arena la Disney Princess on Ice. Frumos spectacolul,americanii stiu sa exploateze minunat "valorile" ca sa zicem asa( nu de alta dar disney chiar este considerat valoare nationala). In rest,am stat la coada la toaleta pana cand s-au decis sa deschida si toaletele pt barbati. Am baut o limonada oribila dar era in pahar disney,se respecta. Oamenii...pai ce sa zic...sunt agitati pana peste poate. Aici o familie are multiii copii si uite asa se produce debandada: se opresc in mijlocul drumului,vb tare,striga,cumpara de toate asa agitati. O adevarata nebunie !!! Revenind la spectacol... A fost dragut sa vad bucuria Mariei cand au aparut toate printesele pe gheata la bratul printilor. Totusi, nu inteleg cum dadea Cenusareasa cu mopul pe gheata sau cum dupa ce mama vitrega ii rupsese hainele,ea inca radea si credea ca dreams do come true. O sa fie mare dezamagirea copilelor cand vor creste si vor vedea ca nu e chiar asa si ca printul nici nu te invie si nici nu ucide balauri pt tine. M-am plimbat si prin Miami Beach putin si aici ce sa va spun... Un fel de Mamaia dar cu vreo 40 de ani in fata. Toate ca toate da mie tot in Vama imi place !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-8316911893702192762?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8316911893702192762/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=8316911893702192762' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8316911893702192762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8316911893702192762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-fost-astazi-in-cateva-locuri-dupa.html' title=''/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-7894763035470663092</id><published>2009-09-27T06:56:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:13:03.206+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palarii de calatorie'/><title type='text'>Deci...</title><content type='html'>Va rog sa scuzati de pe acum,eventualele greseli de tipar. Scriu de pe iphone iar tastatura nu exceleaza. Am ajuns cu bine. Fizic ca psihic sunt franta. M-au tinut ceva in aeroport majestatile sale,americanii pana cand mi-au dat voie sa intru in minunata lor tara. Era sa uit sa va spun ca s-au minunat ca sunt din romania. Cred ca in curand or sa faca ghisee speciale pt romani ! Bun. In linii mari pe aici (florida mai exact) e plin de palmieri si alte plante a carora denumire nu o cunosc dar nici nu ma obosesc sa o aflu,restaurante si magazine. Oamenii sunt calmi, stau la plaja,cumpara si cam atat. Este foarte cald si abia acum inteleg de ce aici nu se poate trai fara aer conditionat. Traficul linistit,aici pietonul are prioritate peste tot. Multe reguli pe care iar nu ma obosesc sa le aflu sau sa le invat. Totul digital si fara prea multe fire, mancarea asa si asa,produse mii prin magazine. Abia am reusit sa ii aleg copilului un sampon. Inca traiesc dupa ora romaniei de care recunosc ca imi este foarte dor. Revenim cu stiri maine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-7894763035470663092?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7894763035470663092/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=7894763035470663092' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/7894763035470663092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/7894763035470663092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/09/deci.html' title='Deci...'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-1252762103370500495</id><published>2009-09-20T01:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:52:12.870+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii &quot;de la lume adunate&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii PR-iste'/><title type='text'>Imi doresc sa cred !!!</title><content type='html'>In inocenta mea imi doresc din tot sufletul sa cred ca nu este doar o tactica electorala.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjfhIF0dgQo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjfhIF0dgQo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;SURPRIZA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;"Am venit sa va spun ce ma doare", a declarat presedintele PNL Crin Antonescu la intalnirea cu medicii de familie din Maramures. In cadrul vizitei efectuate in Baia Mare, presedintele liberalilor a participat la o intalnire a Asociatiei Medicilor de Familie din judet, fiind primit cu aplauze de catre cadrele medicale. Acesta a fost prezentat de catre Gheorghe Lascu, presedintele Societatii de Medicina de Familie Maramures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Pacientul interesat de medic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;"Eu sunt pacientul-surpriza si nu am venit neaparat sa va spun ce ma doare, ci mai degraba sa aflu ce va doare - dincolo de ceea ce stim cu totii. Va sunt recunoscator pentru ca mi-ati dat posibilitatea de a va intalni, pentru ca doresc sa fac o campanie altfel, ceea ce inseamna sa realizez ce nu s-a facut pana acum - adica o comunicare cat mai larga cu cei de la care soliciti votul. Astfel, incerc sa am intalniri cu oameni din zone de activitate importante pentru a incerca sa adun elementele realitatii si pentru a intari elementele unei viziuni. Pornim de la ideea ca, odata inteles acest lucru, presedintele unei tari nu poate ramane indiferent fata de aceasta sfera de activitate, care, mai devreme sau mai tarziu, ne afecteaza pe toti", a declarat Antonescu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Dupa discursul introductiv, presedintele liberalilor le-a cerut medicilor de familie maramureseni sa-i prezinte problemele cu care se confrunta in desfasurarea activitatii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Calitatea de asigurat, principala problema. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;"De-a lungul celor 10 ani de cand exista sistemul de asigurari de sanatate din Romania , ceea ce ne-a lovit cel mai tare a fost calitatea de asigurat a cetatenilor. Aceasta problema nu este bine gestionata nici in momentul de fata. Noi ne-am dori ca situatia calitatii de asigurat sa fie foarte clara si cu cat mai repede se intampla asta, cu atat va fi mai bine. Vrem sa stim precis cine este asigurat si cine nu este, pentru ca sunt o multime de oameni care au aceasta calitate, dar in nu figureaza sistemul informatic! Oamenii sunt pusi pe drumuri, iar noi dorim sa asiguram asistenta medicala, nu sa gestionam calitatea de asigurat", a declarat Gheorghe Lascu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Medicii de familie i-au explicat presedintelui PNL ca lista problemelor din sistemul sanitar este mai lunga. Reprezentantii corpului medical din medicina primara au decis sa sintetizeze problemele din domeniul lor de activitate si sa le puna pe hartie, iar apoi, prin intermediul colegului lor de breasla, senatorul Liviu Titus Pasca, sa i le trimita lui Crin Antonescu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-1252762103370500495?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1252762103370500495/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=1252762103370500495' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1252762103370500495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1252762103370500495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/09/imi-doresc-sa-cred.html' title='Imi doresc sa cred !!!'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-4176726125004196581</id><published>2009-09-12T17:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:10:05.197+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pai.....</title><content type='html'>Ti-am spus de atatea ori : relatia noastra nu este normala !!!&lt;br /&gt;Chiar nu intelegi ?!?&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate astea....&lt;br /&gt;.......am plans langa tine&lt;br /&gt;........dar am si ras&lt;br /&gt;........m-am isterizat langa tine si cu tine&lt;br /&gt;........dar am si dansat&lt;br /&gt;.......ne-am scris biletele care mai de care mai idioate&lt;br /&gt;.......ca sa scoatem tot ce-i frumos din noi&lt;br /&gt;.......imi stii tot sufletul pe din afara&lt;br /&gt;.......si ma certi non stop&lt;br /&gt;.......dar si eu pe tine!&lt;br /&gt;.......mananci din farfuria mea&lt;br /&gt;.......dar si eu din a ta&lt;br /&gt;.......ti-am gatit&lt;br /&gt;.......dar si tu mie&lt;br /&gt;.......mi-ai purtat hainele&lt;br /&gt;.......dar si eu tie&lt;br /&gt;Vorbim prea mult la telefon !!!&lt;br /&gt;Dar cui ii pasa?&lt;br /&gt;......am vazut apusuri cu tine dar si rasarituri&lt;br /&gt;......la mare si la munte&lt;br /&gt;......m-ai vazut fericita si trista&lt;br /&gt;......dar si eu pe tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti-as sterge toate nefericirile si in locul lor ti-as pune numai fericire. Dar stiu ca nu se poate. Pot doar sa fiu langa tine.&lt;br /&gt;Cand ti-o fi rau, cand ti-o fi bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani, Lemuro !!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Squ5Zx35IYI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ISreInQFO6U/s1600-h/pt+andreea.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Squ5Zx35IYI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ISreInQFO6U/s200/pt+andreea.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380598032359825794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-4176726125004196581?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4176726125004196581/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=4176726125004196581' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4176726125004196581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4176726125004196581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/09/pai.html' title='Pai.....'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Squ5Zx35IYI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ISreInQFO6U/s72-c/pt+andreea.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-1165293980595020668</id><published>2009-09-07T02:21:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:29:53.896+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii PR-iste'/><title type='text'>Mi-as dori sa fiu supraom !</title><content type='html'>Am dat un mail. Am primit raspunsuri care mai de care mai pozitive de la oameni care nu si-au pierdut optimismul. Inca...&lt;br /&gt;Nu ridic pe nimeni in slavi si nu aduc ofrande nimanui. Pur si simplu sunt un om ca voi toti care incearca sa demonstreze ca inca mai exista oameni intre oameni si care incearca sa creeze un climat cat mai sanatos pentru copilul lui.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am stors creierii zilele astea, am citit, am cautat si am scris. Sa pun pe hartie tot ce-mi trece prin cap ca sa duc la bun sfarsit ce mi-am propus.&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate, nu este munca doar pentru un singur om. Mi-as dori sa fiu supraom dar nu sunt.&lt;br /&gt;Am cautat si eu oameni mai experimentati decat mine, oameni care merg in fata "incepatorilor" si vorbesc despre lumea relatiilor publice, despre publicitate, despre comunicare. Am cautat in ei un sprijin si n-am gasit nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Zero.&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu raspunde si toti se fac ca nu vad.&lt;br /&gt;Ajung la concluzia ca nimeni nu cauta specialul, creativul si ca meseria asta pe care mi-am ales-o nu inseamna sa ai grija si de oameni ci doar de buzunarul tau si atata tot.&lt;br /&gt;Si e trist. Chiar este trist sa vezi cum ti se inchid usi in nas.&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu va faceti probleme !!! Sunt obisnuita sa intru pe geam !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-1165293980595020668?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1165293980595020668/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=1165293980595020668' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1165293980595020668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1165293980595020668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/09/mi-as-dori-sa-fiu-supraom.html' title='Mi-as dori sa fiu supraom !'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-5049003544708273316</id><published>2009-09-04T03:10:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T05:28:48.029+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii PR-iste'/><title type='text'>Salvati medicii din Romania !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand te deranjeza ceva trebuie sa spui si sa sustii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Am invatat ca un singur glas da tonul dar mai multe pot castiga un razboi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Cand eram mica, eram mandra sa spun ca mama mea este medic.Sunt si acum doar ca pe langa mandrie adaugam tristete. Cand eram mica, imi placea sa ascult cum mama mea punea diagnostice si cum consulta fiecare particica din trupul pacientului. Ma uitam cu admiratie si respect iar sentimentele astea cresteau cand vedeam ca omul se vindeca. Mi se parea fantastica puterea omului de a face bine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Acum, mama mea s-a transformat intr-o "patroana", ocupata toata ziua cu un malder de hartii, de legi, de softuri care mai de care mai idioate, stresata pana peste puteri si obosita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Si ma intreb, cum poate un asemenea om sa mai puna un diagnostic corect, cum poate sa mai trateze si sa-si indeplineasca zi de zi juramantul pe care l-a facut la terminarea scolii ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Si mai ma intreb, cum poate lumea sa judece un astfel de om ? Cum poti sa-i reprosezi unui medic ca iti cere "spaga" cand tu nu stii cu ce se confrunta medicul respectiv ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Dupa ani intregi de studiu, dupa ani intregi de munca, multi dintre medicii din ziua de astazi nu au cu ce sa isi plateasca datoriile la banci si multi dintre ei ajung fara un ban in buzunar. Cat de cinstit vi se pare in conditiile in care un lautar castiga si 100.000 de euro la o nunta ? Cat de cinstit vi se pare in conditiile in care un fotbalist este platit cu sumele uriase pe care toti le auzim si pe care un medic nici nu le viseaza macar ? Cat de cinstit vi se pare ca un medic sa nu posede nici macar o Dacie pentru a se deplasa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mie nu mi se pare deloc cinstit ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;M-am hotarat sa fac ceva. Sper din tot sufletul, asa incepatoare cum sunt in arta Relatiilor Publice, sa-mi iasa ceea ce mi-am propus. I-am scris lui Victor Ionescu care este presedinte al Patronatului Medicilor de Familie din Bucuresti si judetul Ilfov si Vicepresedinte al Federatiei Nationale a Patronatelor Medicilor de Familie urmatoarele : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Numele meu este Irina Caramaliu si sunt "fericita" posesoare a unei mame medic de familie. Nu ma intelegeti gresit ! Sunt foarte fericita ca mama mea este medic si de cand eram copil am admirat-o pentru daruirea de care dadea dovada. Mi-am dorit sa urmez facultatea de medicina dar am renuntat, speriata fiind de tot ce se intampla in sistem in favoarea facultatii de comunicare si relatii publice. Consider nedemn si rusinos tot ce se intampla in sistemul medical si faptul ca mama mea, la fel ca si colegii ei, au ajuns sa fie epuizati si jigniti in ultimul hal de catre (si o sa va rog sa imi scuzati expresia,) niste neica-nimeni care considera ca ei stiu ce si cum este mai bine. Consider in acelasi timp ca populatia nu este la curent cu ceea ce li se intampla medicilor si ma confrunt zi de zi cu replici de genul : " x medic mi-a cerut y suma pt z serviciu ! ce jigodie este ! ", fara ca de fapt si de drept sa se cunoasca adevaratul motiv pentru care acel medic a ajuns in postura rusinoasa de a cere. Lumea nu este informata, lumea nu stie sau prefera sa inchida ochii. Nu este normal ca un medic dupa atatia ani de studiu si de munca sa nu fie capabil sa isi plateasca creditele sau sa nu aiba ce pune pe masa copiilor si nu este normal ca oamenii sa nu stie cu ce se confrunta zi de zi un medic. Am trait toata viata printre medici iar admiratia mea pentru ei nu se va stinge niciodata.Stiu cu ce se confrunta mama mea zi de zi, mama mea care este unul dintre cei mai buni medici din Ploiesti si care a ajuns intr-un stadiu de oboseala si depresie crunta. Nu este normal, sa aud de la mama mea de 54 de ani ca vrea sa plece in strainatate ca sa lucreze pentru ca in Romania nu se mai poate. Cu siguranta si dumneavoastra stiti foarte bine aceste lucruri si din acest motiv, mi-am permis sa va scriu si sa va propun urmatorul proiect : - Data fiind facultatea pe care o urmez si implicarea mea in anumite proiecte sociale consider de bun augur si o campanie pentru medici.O campanie care sa arate adevarata fata a acestei meserii si bataia de joc la care sunt supusi toti cei care o practica. Stiu ca nu este usor sa faci o asemenea campanie si ca multi vor dori sa o opreasca dar cred cu tarie ca atunci cand vrei ceva, poti face ! Asa cum s-au facut campanii pentru etnia roma, asa cum se fac campanii pentru a salva copacii, asa cum se fac zeci de campanii, sigur se poate face si o campanie pentru redobandirea respectului medicului. In speranta ca nu v-am deranjat prea tare,va multumesc ca ati citit mailul meu." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Raspunsul dumnealui nu a intarziat sa apara : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Am trimis mesajul dvs. colegilor mei dintr-un grup al medicilor de familie (cca 1740). Sunt multi care au raspuns imediat mesajului dvs. Cum credeti ca am putea sa va ajutam in demersul pe care doriti sa il initiati?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ca si raspunsurile colegilor medici......(in doar cateva ore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Felicitari domnisoarei. Asa cum inca mai sper cu aceea mica particica optimista din mine,se pare ca mai exista si astfel de oameni tineri in Romanica.&lt;br /&gt;Ce trebuie sa facem ca sa o sprijinim? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Tot sprijinul! Felicitari fiicei!&lt;br /&gt;Sa faca planul, cu viziunea ei, si noi ne vom implica cu tot ce trebuie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jos palaria! Felicitari parintilor care au educat-o si asteptam&lt;br /&gt;"unda verde" pt a-i sprijini campania si proiectul , cu tot ce se poate!... Bravo , domnispoara, cu astfel de urmasi nu piere tara asta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Felicitari Roxana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(mama mea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; pentru ca ai avut taria sa ramai si ai reusit sa-i transmiti fiicei aceeasi dorinta.&lt;br /&gt;Un asemenea proiect, de schimbare a imaginii medicului, ne trebuie. Particip si eu cu drag la el, daca va fi nevoie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Felicitari colega draga si tie si scumpei tale fiice! Din Bihor particip cu drag si cred ca vom fi mai multi doritori;pentru tot ce e constructiv ma implic cu drag. Raul ia proportii atunci cand oamenii de bine nu iau atitudine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I`m in!!!&lt;br /&gt;Numai impreuna putem deveni puternici!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Acesta este proiectul pe care vreau sa il incep. De la oameni pentru oameni, pentru cei care demult de tot erau numiti tamaduitori si care astazi si-au pierdut locul in societate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-5049003544708273316?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5049003544708273316/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=5049003544708273316' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/5049003544708273316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/5049003544708273316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/09/salvati-medicii-din-romania.html' title='Salvati medicii din Romania !!!'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-3994675379269087103</id><published>2009-09-04T02:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:59:01.075+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Iti desenez un zambet.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Am primit unul dintre cele mai frumoase cadouri din viata mea.Desi simplu, mi-a fost daruit cu mare, mare drag si m-a facut extraordinar de fericita !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Esti genial ursule si te iubesc mult !!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-3994675379269087103?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3994675379269087103/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=3994675379269087103' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/3994675379269087103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/3994675379269087103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/09/iti-desenez-un-zambet.html' title='Iti desenez un zambet.....'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-5496149123394194226</id><published>2009-09-03T18:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:46:34.304+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>Idealizam si azi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am uneori tendinta de a idealiza anumite persoane.Alteori ma idealizez chiar si pe mine cand de fapt si eu ca toti ceilalti am defecte si unele chiar foarte mari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dar idealizez oamenii.Oamenii din jurul meu pe care de foarte multe ori ii vad perfecti si fara de pata si chiar si atunci cand constientizez ca au gresit, fac in asa fel incat sa sterg greseala si sa raman la idealizarea mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Cat de gresit sa fie sa nu pui pret pe defectele oamenilor din jurul tau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Le vad, le recunosc dar nu le bag in seama.Iau ce-i mai bun din toti si asta conteaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Profit la maxim de momentele in care fiecare isi pune in aplicarea extraordinarul si atunci realizez ce noroc am cu oamenii de langa mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am langa mine oameni care activeaza in domenii total diferite, unul fata de celalalt si care totusi gasesc atatea lucruri in comun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Mi se pare fantastica puterea de comunicare si de intelegere a oamenilor !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Iar eu idealizez cate ceva din fiecare, intru in lumea fiecaruia, incerc sa o inteleg, sa o fac parte din lumea mea si sa o iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;De cele mai multe ori functioneaza, astfel ca in mine zac mai multe lumi, ale oamenilor pe care ii iubesc si pe care ii idealizez cu buna stiinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-5496149123394194226?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5496149123394194226/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-4707959566506377686</id><published>2009-09-02T15:40:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:48:42.812+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii fotografice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Prima definitie a iubirii....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Sp5oxqEaQ4I/AAAAAAAAAms/UiEpJaywz8k/s1600-h/mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Sp5oxqEaQ4I/AAAAAAAAAms/UiEpJaywz8k/s320/mama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376850207442617218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>In dulcele stil, clasic....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;.... cu iz de prima zi de septembrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;      in care iti apare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;si apoi dispare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;      cu gandul la iarna ce va veni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;la nasul care-ti va ingheta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;        la fulgii care-ti vor acoperi capul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;dar  ...    acum e toamna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;        e prima zi a lui septembrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;am pantaloni largi si-am copt vinete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;        demn de septembrie !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;mi-au zambit ochi fericiti si multumiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;        as mai iubi o toamna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;inca o toamna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;        pe sub frunze uscate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;sa fie cea dintai si cea din urma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;        as saruta ca niciodata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;as rade ca niciodata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;        sa-mi zambeasca ochii ce m-au descoperit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;sub intaia luna plina de toamna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;        si degetele sa prinda o frunza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;e prima zi a lui septembrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;        si toamna asta-mi va fi vara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;si toamna in suflet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;        pastrati voi si pentru mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;frunzele cazute, vantul de toamna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;        lucrurile simple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;pastrati-le pe toate ca-n prima zi a lui septembrie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-4179568664305279082?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-3842254247527714457</id><published>2009-08-31T16:16:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:10:34.742+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Rasarit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Am in minte o intrebare care i-a fost pusa unui prieten de-al meu : "ce ai vazut mai multe, rasarituri sau apusuri ? ". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si uite asa, ma bantuia intrebarea asta cam de cand am auzit-o si ma tot gandeam la ea si incercam sa raspund si eu in mintea mea. Ce-am vazut mai multe, rasarituri sau apusuri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;As fi putut raspunde ca rasarituri si as fi parut mai interesanta ca na, m-am trezit devreme special pt asta sau am stat toata noaptea ca sa astept soarele. Pe de alta parte, apusul m-ar fi facut ceva mai superficiala....il vezi oricum, ca na...la ora aia esti treaz....trebuie doar sa iti aduci aminte sa te uiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Am lasat in urma ideea de "interesanta" si mi-am raspuns : apusuri am vazut mai multe desi as fi vrut sa fie rasarituri. Apusurile mi-au dat mereu senzatia ca totul se duce, ca se sterge, ca se cufunda tot ce a fost rau intr-o zi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si cum imi raspundeam eu mie ca apusurile au fost mai multe, hop a venit un rasarit care a facut cat zeci de apusuri....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;De undeva se auzea "....To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows And did it my way"....si soarele aparea, incet, timid apoi din ce in ce mai curajos se urca pe cer. Si era racoarea aia de dimineata, combinata cu o caldura sufleteasca si cu o mana pe care am simtit-o pe spate si care mi-a adus aminte ca nu sunt singura.Erau oameni in jurul meu care vedeau acelasi lucru minunat pe care il vedeam si eu. Si erau amintiri, uitari, regrete, bucurii si promisiuni ca astazi si maine va fi mai bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si cand soarele urcase deja sus pe cer mi-am adus aminte de o fraza "fa-o pan' la capat, maine nu stii ce va fi"....se potrivea de minune cu imaginea pe care o aveam in fata...si am realizat ca nu conteaza foarte tare ce am vazut mai mult, apusuri sau rasarituri.Conteaza cum le-am vazut, cu cine le-am vazut si cum au rezonat ele in sufletul meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Iar rasaritul asta a fost "on my way" :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-3842254247527714457?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3842254247527714457/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=3842254247527714457' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/3842254247527714457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/3842254247527714457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/08/rasarit.html' title='Rasarit'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-1310334376165014937</id><published>2009-08-31T00:47:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:03:02.957+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Un prim gand....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Desfac bagajele si ajung la geanta Mariei. Scot mingea, papusile, creioanele, cartile si ma trezesc ca tin in mana o scoica.Pana la urma a reusit sa o transporte pana acasa ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;A fost o scoica platita cu "fac orice pentru tine". Inca nu am aflat care a fost "orice-ul" dar vad ca scoica a ajuns acasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Imi amintesc ca am intrebat serile trecute unde s-a dus vara.Nu stiu cand a inceput, cand s-a petrecut si cand s-a terminat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Vara asta a trecut prin bucataria  ta", mi-a spus prietena mea .Se prea poate.A trecut cu  despartirile ei, cu  zugravelile, cu  gandurile de copil, cu muntele si marea traite la superlativ.A  fost o vara plina de muzica si de culoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si stau si ma gandesc...nu-mi plac verile prelungite, nici iernile, nici toamnele si nici primaverile.Le vreau pe toate la locul lor, sa ma bucur de ele, sa le simt prin toti porii, sa le respir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Mai sunt inca multe ganduri de vama, de mare, de soare si de cantec de povestit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;p.s : aud tropot de cai si nu este o gluma, dragii mei...politia e pe caiiii !!!! iuhuuuu !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-1310334376165014937?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1310334376165014937/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=1310334376165014937' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1310334376165014937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1310334376165014937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-prim-gand.html' title='Un prim gand....'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-3077754697012079142</id><published>2009-08-28T13:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:29:35.203+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Haiiii, la dans cu voiiii !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4GF22HWRF_w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/4GF22HWRF_w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-3077754697012079142?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3077754697012079142/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=3077754697012079142' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/3077754697012079142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/3077754697012079142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/08/haiiii-la-dans-cu-voiiii.html' title='Haiiii, la dans cu voiiii !!!!'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-2113453288688841767</id><published>2009-08-28T04:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T05:13:36.557+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii PR-iste'/><title type='text'>Je pense donc je suis - part 1</title><content type='html'>Mi-am petrecut ultimele zile, gandindu-ma la vrute si nevrute si dorind sa le astern pe toate pe hartie.N-am reusit pentru ca de fiecare data cand ma asezam in fata calculatorului, toate gandurile fugeau din mintea mea. Acum incep sa se aseze la loc deci iertati postarile lungi :) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am inceput practica de specialitate.Da, asa se numeste : practica de specialitate si este o materie obligatorie.Nu stiu cum poti numi practica o materie dar in fine, trecem peste.&lt;br /&gt;Inainte de a va povesti cateva dintre "aventurile" mele de practicanta vreau sa va spun cate ceva despre institutia in care ma "scolarizez" eu.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a luat mult ce-i drept, sa ma decid daca sa vorbesc despre asta sau nu.Mi se parea totusi ca exagerez dar, dupa cum spune si titlul postului meu, gandesc, deci exist si prin urmare imi voi spune sus si tare toate parerile, from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Institutia se numeste Universitatea Ecologica iar facultatea pe care o urmez eu , Facultatea de Stiinte ale Comunicarii.Pana aici, toate bune si frumoase.&lt;br /&gt;O sa va intrebati poate, in timp ce cititi de ce nu am ales alta facultate asa ca va voi raspunde chiar acum : prima mea optiune nu a fost Comunicarea ci Medicina iar in anul acela data admiterii la Medicina a coincis cu data admiterii de la SNSPA, drept pentru care am ales Medicina, la Universitatea Ecologica fiind deja intrata pe baza mediei de bacalaureat.&lt;br /&gt;La Medicina nu am intrat decat la cu plata asa ca am renuntat in favoarea Comunicarii si nu regret ca am facut-o.Regret doar ca nu am avut intelepciunea de a ma muta in anul 2 la SNSPA.&lt;br /&gt;Pe cat de fericita eram ca intrasem la facultate pe atat de dezamagita deveneam cand vedeam cam cum merg lucrurile.Fusesem ce-i drept avertizata ca in tara noastra nu se mai face scoala cum trebuie, ca facultatea inseamna doar o diploma si atata tot dar imi doream din tot sufletul sa demonstrez ca nu este asa.&lt;br /&gt;Am descoperit profesori si profesori.Unii, cei mai putini ce-i drept, interesati sa te invete, sa te ghideze si sa comunice cu adevarat cu tine.Altii, plini de lehamite, nervi si aere-fitze (cum se zice in ziua de azi).&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i condamn pentru ca stiu ce salarii au si cum sunt tratati si asta este de fapt marea lor problema : daca statul isi bate joc, ei de ce sa nu o faca dar oare un medic care nu are ce pune pe masa copiilor (pt ca da, exista si asa ceva dar asta in alta poveste) ce ar trebui sa faca? Sa omoare oameni?&lt;br /&gt;Si toate ca toate dar vorbim de o facultate privata unde studentii, buni sau rai, platesc o suma x pe an.Nu toti doresc sa invete, asa este si ce-i drept se lucreaza si cu materialul clientului dar exista si unii care sunt cu adevarat interesati.&lt;br /&gt;Eeee, uite ca eu am facut parte (si inca mai fac) din categoria celor care erau interesati si mi-a sarit dezinteresul in fata.&lt;br /&gt;Nu aduc slava SNSPA-ului pentru ca stiu ca nici acolo nu zboara porcii dar mi-as fi dorit sa vad macar 10% din Comunicarea care se face acolo si la Universitatea Ecologica.&lt;br /&gt;Cu mana pe inima va spun ca din facultate aproape nu am invatat nimic.Poate doar unde sa caut sa citesc dar asta mai stiam si eu ca doar m-am alfabetizat acum ceva timp.&lt;br /&gt;Nu tu proiecte, nu tu discutii, nu tu sa arati ca profesor ca esti capabil sa iti updatezi suportul de curs, nu tu sa pui la dispozitie suporturi de curs, nu tu NIMIC.&lt;br /&gt;Imi aduc aminte ca am avut o disputa cu decanul facultatii ( care este fost militar si care are experienta zero in a preda si pot intelege cum a ajuns in aceasta functie dar nu pot intelege cum isi permite sa predea Relatii Publice si sa debiteze cu viteza vantului turbat aberatiile pe care le preda si daca ma intrebati de unde stiu ca sunt aberatii va spun : pentru ca citesc, ma documentez si gandesc) in care l-am intrebat de ce insista atata sa invatam limbajul HTML (pt ca da, in afara de Relatii Publice, preda si Comunicare Multimedia, Sociologia Comunicarii si altele) si mi-a raspuns ca asa trebuie si ca asa vrea el.I-am spus ca dupa parerea mea, notiunile de baza sunt suficiente si ca in ziua de astazi exista programe care te ajuta sa creezi o pagina de web si ca ne-ar fi de mai mare ajutor sa invatam despre posibilitatile noastre de a promova cu ajutorul internetului, de a sti sa editam poze, afise, bannere si alte dracovenii de genul acesta.&lt;br /&gt;A iesit ditamai scandalul pe tema asta in care eu eram nesimtita si nerespectuoasa.I-am demonstrat de nu stiu cate ori cu suportul lui de curs in mana ca ceea ce este scris acolo este vechi si prost (de unde stiu?pt ca am avut parte ani de zile,langa mine de programatori , de web designeri, de ingineri de telecomunicatii, pentru ca am lucrat in domeniu si pentru ca am avut ocazia sa invat) si cum era de asteptat, mi-a dat un mare 5 la examen pe care il voi contesta pana in panzele albe.&lt;br /&gt;Ca acest minunat profesor mai exista si altii, despre care va voi mai povesti si in alte postari.&lt;br /&gt;In mare, cam asa se prezinta institutia de unde ar trebui sa capat eu un bagaj de cunostinte care sa ma ajute in drumul meu spre cariera mult visata.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa COMUNIC !!! Cer prea mult de la o FACULTATE DE COMUNICARE ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiuuu...am scris mult iar si va este greu sa cititi atata dar na, asta e....am multe de spus.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-2113453288688841767?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2113453288688841767/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=2113453288688841767' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2113453288688841767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2113453288688841767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/08/je-pense-donc-jexiste-part-1.html' title='Je pense donc je suis - part 1'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-8127019551182256976</id><published>2009-08-28T03:09:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T05:13:03.704+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii PR-iste'/><title type='text'>Je pense donc je suis - part 2</title><content type='html'>La Palatul Parlamentului am ajuns sa fac practica pentru ca cica sunt o studenta buna si care ar avea ceva inteligent de spus.Super pana aici si speram ca si de aici in continuuare.&lt;br /&gt;La Palat am facut cunostinta cu o doamna draguta care este expert parlamentar.Din start, ne-a explicat ca in institutile de stat si mai ales la ei, relatiile publice nu se fac asa cum stim noi.Adica ei nu fac marketing, nu promoveaza, nu organizeaza, etc etc. Ei fac doar comunicate de presa, revista presei si cam atat.(daca mai e ceva voi afla in urmatoarele 2 saptamani).De organizari de evenimente, delegatii se ocupa directia pentru protocol care este alta mancare de peste.&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut comunicatele, am vazut revista presei si se pare ca am vazut tot ce era de vazut.&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa ne obisnuim am fost si in vizita la comisia pentru irigatii care mie personal mi s-a parut o abureala si o pierdere de timp.Hai sa vorbim despre....NIMIC !!! Pentru ca asta au facut, au vorbit despre nimic si acum ii inteleg pe aia care adorm la sedintele in plen.&lt;br /&gt;Ce mi-a placut, a fost  a 2 a zi, cand am fost la audierile comisiei Udrea.In prim plan, firma Amaliei Nastase si campania " Land of Choice".&lt;br /&gt;Pe cuvantul meu, ca nu m-am mai distrat asa de foarte multa vreme.Nu intru in amanunte politice pt ca sunt convinsa ca toti ati citit prin presa despre asta dar nu pot sa nu spun cat de de  prost gust mi s-a parut totul.&lt;br /&gt;Membrii comisiei care puneau intrebari, reprezentantii firmei Eventures care raspundeau pe un ton de parca erau zeii zeilor si concluzia? Nici una.&lt;br /&gt;Cearta ca la usa cortului, dojeneli, intepaturi si toate acestea pe spatele romanilor.Mie una imi era  destul de clar cam cum sta treaba si cam cate minciuni pe secunda se spun si mi s-a parut ca si membrilor comisiei la fel dar ma mir ca se va ajunge la vreo concluzie cinstita.&lt;br /&gt;Zau ca as vrea sa cred ca exista si oameni cinstiti la conducerea acestei tari si tind sa cred ca sunt dar sunt acoperiti de aia care nu stiu cum sa-si mai largeasca buzunarele, cum sa-si mai traga nu stiu ce masina, nu stiu ce vila, nu stiu ce teren sau nu stiu ce telefon de fitza pt minunata fiica sau fiu.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a zis cineva ca atata timp cat imi este bine aici, de ce ma plang? Nu imi este bine, asta este adevarul.&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc tara asta si o admir de fiecare data cand merg sa o vizitez.Nu ma satur sa vad ce tara frumoasa avem si cum niste tampiti, prosti si idioti isi bat joc de ea.Si vina nu este a lor ci a noastra pentru ca permitem lucrul acesta.&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, da...cat de idealista sunt eu cand de fapt, la mijloc sunt atatea jocuri pe care mintea mea de copil nu le intelege si nu le va intelege vreodata !!!&lt;br /&gt;Nu neg ca poate ca sunt asa dar nu imi doresc sa imi doresc sa plec si eu din tara asa cum au facut-o atatia.&lt;br /&gt;Atatia oameni buni si talentati care au preferat sa plece pentru ca in alta parte exista civilizatie.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca si afara se fura, cunosc foarte bine lucrul acesta dar macar aia care fura au constiinta de a face ceva si pt poporul ala care respira acelasi aer ca ei.&lt;br /&gt;Si din nou, noi suntem de vina ca nu ne dorim ceva mai bun pt copii nostri, pt nepoti si chiar si pentru noi.Noi, toti care nu avem curajul sa spunem ce ne deranjeaza.&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am ridicat si noi in '89 si acolo a pierit tot curajul nostru !&lt;br /&gt;Bun asa !&lt;br /&gt;Si cu riscul de a ma repeta, nu urasc tara asta dar cu anumiti locuitori ai sai as face cam ce facea Tepes Voda cu boierii.( parafrazandu-l pe fratele meu, am o problema personala cu ei)&lt;br /&gt;Si eu recunosc ca sunt lasa ! M-am trezit acum, sa vin sa va spun voua ceea ce deja voi stiti si sa ma dau eu Ioana D'Arc a Romaniei.Puteam sa apar si eu mai devreme, asa ca, Madonna si sa va elucidez cum e cu tiganii si cu discriminarea dar n-am facut-o.&lt;br /&gt;O fac acum si motivul inca nu imi este clar.O fac pentru ca simt nevoia sa spun ce gandesc si in alte privinte decat cele sentimentale, cele de caterinca sau cele de bla-bla-uri.O fac pentru ca poate intr-o zi fetita mea de 6 ani o sa ma intrebe de ce profesorul ei se uita in sictir la ea, de ce e mizerie pe strada, de ce pute, de ce e aglomeratie in trafic, de ce politistul nu vine cand tu il suni si ii zici ca cineva a incercat sa-ti sparga casa iar el te intreaba daca sunt victime ca altfel nu vine, de ce drumul pana la mare dureaza 7 ore pe o distanta normala de 2 ore, de ce sta 4 ore la coada sa plateasca impozitul, de ce toata lumea intinde mana, de ce inca multe altele. Si pe langa asta o sa ma intrebe de ce eu, mama ei nu am facut niciodata nimic pt ca ea sa creasca intr-un mediu mai bun.Atunci, poate o sa ii arat ce scriu acum si poate nu-mi va mai fi atat de rusine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamaaaa...cat am scris iar !!! Vedeti, gandesc, deci exist ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-8127019551182256976?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8127019551182256976/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=8127019551182256976' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8127019551182256976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8127019551182256976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/08/je-pense-donc-je-suis-part-2.html' title='Je pense donc je suis - part 2'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-8656909864935357537</id><published>2009-08-28T01:57:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:53:23.051+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii &quot;de la lume adunate&quot;'/><title type='text'>O leapsa</title><content type='html'>Preiau si eu &lt;a href="http://www.succesdublu.ro/19-intrebari-care-merita-sa-ti-le-pui/"&gt;o leapsa&lt;/a&gt; de pe Twitter pe care a lansat-o &lt;a href="http://www.succesdublu.ro/about/"&gt;Adrian Soare&lt;/a&gt; si care mi s-a parut foarte intersanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Ce varsta ti-ai da daca nu ai stii cati ani ai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;21 de ani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Ce e mai rau, sa esuezi sau nu sa nu incerci?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sa nu incerci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Daca viata e atat de scurta, de ce facem atat de multe lucruri care nu ne plac si nu facem atat de multe lucruri care ne plac?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;De mici ni se implementeaza spiritul de "turma" care spune sa faci ce face toata lumea uitand sa ne ascultam inima si dorintele ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Cand ti se pare ca s-a vorbit si s-a facut tot ce era de vorbit si de facut ti se pare ca ai vorbit mai mult decat ai facut?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Uneori da.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Daca moneda nationala ar fi “fericirea”, cat de bogat ai fi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Destul de bogata incat sa ma pot trezi dimineata zambind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. Care este lucrul pe care ai vrea cel mai mult sa il vezi schimbat la oameni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Lasitatea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. Faci ceea ce ai visat sa faci sau faci ceea ce faci doar pentru ca imprejurarile te-au adus aici?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Deocamdata fac ceea ce fac pentru ca imprejurarile m-au adus aici.Dar voi face intr-o zi ceea ce visez !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. Daca media de viata ar fi de doar 40 de ani, ti-ai trai viata diferit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Da.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. Esti mai preocupat sa faci lucrurile cum trebuie sau lucrurile care trebuie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Pana acum am fost preocupata sa fac lucrurile cum trebuie.Acum, incerc sa fac lucrurile care trebuie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. Daca ar trebui sa oferi un singur sfat unui copil despre viata, care ar fi ala?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sa-si asculte inima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. Ce-ai prefera sa fii : un geniu stresat sau un prost fericit?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Un prost fericit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. Ce-ai alege intre a pierde toate amintirile pe care le ai pana acum sau a fi incapabil sa iti mai faci amintiri de acum inainte?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;A fi incapabil sa-mi mai fac amintiri de acum inainte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. Iti mai aduci aminte de momentul ala de acum 5 ani cand erai extrem de nervos si nefericit? Mai are vreo importanta acum?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Care moment??? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14. Care este cea mai frumoasa amintire de-a ta din copilarie? ce o face atat de speciala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Imi amintesc cu drag de mirosul de tei din curtea casei de la Focsani iar specialul in aceasta amintire este ca in fiecare seara, bunica mea ma tinea in brate si imi spunea fel de fel de povesti legate de acel tei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. Daca ai castiga 1 milion de dolari ai renunta la ce faci acum?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16. Cand a fost ultima oara cand te-ai aruncat cu capul inainte in ceva in care credeai din tot sufletul desi toti te sfatuiau sa nu incerci?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;In luna septembrie a anului trecut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;17. Cand a fost ultima oara cand ti-ai auzit sunetul propriei respiratii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Aseara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18. Care e lucrul pe care l-ai dorit intotdeauna sa il faci si inca nu l-ai facut? Ce te opreste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Mi-am dorit multe si inca nu le-am facut dar primul lucru care mi-a venit in minte, citind intrebarea este ca mi-am dorit intotdeauna sa public o carte dar cred ca nu sunt destul de talentata pentru a face lucrul acesta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;19. Care e lucrul pe care il faci mai bine decat toti ceilalti pe care ii cunosti?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Aici sunt in dilema !!! Sa raspunda cei pe care ii cunosc ...:) Glumesc,  dar chiar nu-mi dau seama...:) Cred ca desenez mai bine decat toti ceilati pe care ii cunosc :) . Ma mai gandesc la alt raspuns.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si dau leapsa mai departe catre &lt;a href="http://evaziv.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eva&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://negrul.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bogdan&lt;/a&gt; ( care sper sa o ia de data asta !!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-8656909864935357537?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8656909864935357537/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=8656909864935357537' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8656909864935357537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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societate....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2U-MceYKeBs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/2U-MceYKeBs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buna reclama !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-4524936497833618966?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4524936497833618966/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=4524936497833618966' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4524936497833618966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4524936497833618966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/08/pentru-cei-ce-pretuiesc-sporturile-de.html' title='Pentru cei ce pretuiesc sporturile de societate....'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-2128664403432174833</id><published>2009-08-22T00:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:56:25.914+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>Cum sa iti asumi......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;As face o campanie de Pr care sa promoveze idee de sinceritate intre prieteni si de asumare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Eu insami sunt un om incapabil sa isi asume anumite lucruri, mai ales cele care nu ii convin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Spre exemplu, acum, i-as putea spune fix ceea ce imi trece prin cap, unui prieten de-al meu bun, chiar foarte bun.As putea turui ca o moara, toate lucrurile care ma deranjeaza, care ma streseaza, care pur si simplu nu imi plac.As putea la fel de bine sa-i spun ce simt, sau cum rezoneaza in mine atitudinile, gesturile, vorbele lui.Dar teama...teama face minuni si iti inchide gura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Probabil ca daca ar fi un simplu amic sau cunoscut, i-ai turui tot dintr-o singura suflare fara sa iti pese.Probabil ca daca ar fi fost un simplu amic sau cunoscut, nici macar nu ai fi permis sa se ajunga la situatia in care tu sa te simti nevoita sa trantesti cateva in fata, pentru ca din acelasi motiv, nu iti pasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Dar nu este si iti pasa.Iar teama, din nou teama face minuni si te temi ca daca ai spune tot, l-ai pierde din viata ta iar tu nu vrei asta pentru ca stii foarte bine ca tii la el, ca va leaga lucruri in comun si ca este o persoana valoroasa tie si sufletului tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Si daca te temi inseamna ca nu il cunosti suficient pentru ca daca l-ai cunoaste ai stii daca spunand tot ce iti trece prin cap, l-ai pierde sau nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Dar mintea omul este ciudata, te gandesti.Poate ca il cunosc si poate ca intuiesc cum va reactiona dar daca totusi brusc, i se pune pata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Ti-e teama si nu esti capabil sa iti asumi.Fix asta este problema.Daca i-ai spune verde in fata ce si cum si el s-ar infuria, satura si ar disparea din viata ta, inseamna ca de fapt niciodata nu a vrut sa fie acolo si nu ai pierdut nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Da, stiu, o sa suferi si o sa te doara dar macar ti-ai asumat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;E un castig si asta, nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-2128664403432174833?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2128664403432174833/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=2128664403432174833' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2128664403432174833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2128664403432174833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/08/cum-sa-iti-asumi.html' title='Cum sa iti asumi......'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-1736499785985514967</id><published>2009-08-20T20:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:19:25.774+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>Cu mainile goale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Goale, goale, goale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Imi strang pumnul si simt cum unghiile imi patrund in carne.Daca as strange mai tare poate ar tasni si sangele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;As putea picta cu sange ca ucigasii aia in serie care lasa mesaje dupa ce au comis crima.Apoi ati incerca sa patrundeti in mintea mea, sa vedeti ce am vrut sa spun sau la ce m-am gandit cand am comis aceea oribila crima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Un pic de culoare.Un pic mai mult.Si mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;In palmele tale.Amesteci, trantesti si speli.Iar culoare iar amesteci iar trantesti iar speli.E o frenezie in tine pe care nu ti-o poti explica.Palma dupa palma iti vin toate, una dupa alta in minte.Si iar amesteci si iar trantesti si iar speli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Nu te opriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii !!! Ma auzi? Nu te opriiiiiiiiiiiiiiii !!! Mergi mai departe !!!! Mai poti !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Iar tu mai poti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Intra pe usa si se minuneaza.O vezi cum ii rade fata de incantare.Tu nu-ti dai seama de ce zambeste, de ce se uita cu toti ochii si cu altii daca ar mai avea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;E urletul tau, e strigatul tau.Poate altcineva sa-l inteleaga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Te uiti si tu si iti pare colorat, frumos, incarcat.Adulmeci mirosul de culoare amestecat cu apa pe mainile tale.L-ai uitat, nu?Ai uitat cum e sa lasi totul sa zboare spre mainile tale pt ca apoi sa apara intr-o forma pe care nici macar nu ti-ai imaginat-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Peretii mei, martorii mei muti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ma strang peretii.Simt cu se apropie de mine si ma strang atat de tare incat doare si abia pot respira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Iar imi privesc peretii.Ce-am facut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa prinzi un sentiment intr-o mana de culoare, sa prinzi o emotie, un suflu, o privire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Stiu bine care pentru cine a fost aruncata.Fiecare culoare.Nici una nu seamana.Unele calme, altele zbuciumate, unele plangand, altele razand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Uneori cred ca nu sunt normala, alteori mi se pare ca cei din jurul meu nu sunt.Niciodata nu ma pot decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dar daca intr-o buna zi as face-o? In sfarsit m-as hotara : normala sau anormala.Oare cum ar fi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ma uit la mainile mele.Cate pot face niste simple maini ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-1736499785985514967?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1736499785985514967/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=1736499785985514967' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1736499785985514967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1736499785985514967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/08/cu-mainile-goale.html' title='Cu mainile goale'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-1851524776492140343</id><published>2009-08-20T00:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T03:35:50.099+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Sedem putin.De vreo aproximativ 3 ore.Sed.Nu fac nimic.Stau in loc de sed.Ba fac ceva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Ascult muzica.De toate pentru toti.Am inceput cu Gentleman, apoi De-ar fi sa vii, Sa-mi canti cobzare, The Phantom of the Opera, Nessun Dorma, Las manianitas si acum, din nou Gentleman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Am avut mai devreme un moment, fix un moment in care ma gandeam ca fix in acel moment aveam cel putin 10 motive pt care sa rad.Cel putin 10 motive/momente de care as fi putut rade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Acest lucru m-a facut sa iau o decizie.In fiecare moment nasol, ma voi gandi la fix 10 motive/momente de care as putea rade in acel moment nasol.(si care logic, nu va mai fi moment nasol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Am citit in seara asta definitia fericirii.Cineva a postat-o pe un blog.Cica zice cam asa :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;FERICÍRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fericiri&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;, s.f. Stare de mulțumire sufletească intensă și deplină. ♢ Loc. adv. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Din fericire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt; = printr-un concurs de împrejurări favorabile. – V. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ferici&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Si acum, sa ne intrebam ce parte a definitie preferam.Clar viata ta nu poate fi o stare de multumire sufleteasca intensa si deplina mereu.Dat fiind ca la inceputuri cineva s-a gandit sa muste dintr-un mar, toti cunoastem binele si raul.Asa ca de la atata fericire intensa si deplina mereu, tot rau ti-ar fi ca na, cunosti raul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Devin incoorenta.Recitesc si imi dau seama ca voi nu veti percepe esenta spuselor mele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Dar sa revenim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Ramane partea a a 2 a definitiei - un concurs de imprejurari favorabile.Da, toata viata noastra participam la concursuri.Unele se soldeza cu niste castiguri substantiale iar altele, cu nereusite nereusite rau de tot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Din start nu ai cum sa alegi la ce categorie te inscrii in concurs.Azi poti participa la o categorie in care esti asul asilor iar maine intr-o categorie in care habar nu ai despre ce e vorba.Ce-ai sa faci?Depui armele si te cari?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Well, nu se poate.Trebuia sa stii asta de cand te-ai nascut fraiere !!! Acum, stai si joaca si vezi ce iese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Te dai batut?Daca nu vrei sa te manance viermii la 3 metrii sub pamant, atunci te sfatuiesc sa nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Iar mi se pare ca aberez rau de tot si ca voi nu veti intelege esenta spuselor mele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;In fine, revenim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Mi se pare ca fericirea sta in tine si in toate momentele de bine pe care le ai.Toti vrem mai mult dar na, nu mereu se poate. Get used to it !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;In alta ordine de idei am primit un mesaj de la un baiat.Mesajul mi s-a parut foarte comic. Zice asa :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"Imi doresc cu adevarat sa aflu cum esti,unde te gasesc?Pe unde te caut ca sa-mi devi mai mult decat o placere ascunsa?Veau sa-ti devin jumatatea plina a inimii tale,sa ma pierd in ea fara a mai gasi calea d iesire!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;N-am putut sa ma abtin si i-am raspuns si eu :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"   Nu cred ca vrei asta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" src="http://img.neogen.ro/social/ro/ui/emotions/wink.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Sau intentionezi sa te sinucizi ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Si daca asta vrea....poti sa te impotrivesti dorintei omului ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Doamne, cum canta baiatul asta....rainy days dem gone...it's over now...it's over now....now i'm rising and smiling leaving and jammin'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="main-text"&gt;i've  got  to  get  myself  together  now, forgetting  the  past it's  all  ‘bout  the  here  and  now,   now i  know i  could  make  it  if i  try........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai fumez o tigare si ma duc in pat.Iar s-a facut ora 3 si maine mi-am propus sa ma trezesc devreme.Sper sa-mi si iasa pt ca as vrea sa imi beau cafeaua pe net impreuna cu prietena mea care incepe maine munca.&lt;br /&gt;Mai trag un fum si ma uit pe pozele de la sighisoara.Mi-e dor de weekendul ala si imi aduc aminte cu bucurie de el.&lt;br /&gt;Mai trag un fum si uit de minciuna.Uit ca m-am mintit eu pe mine crezand in ceva ce nu mai era demult.Incerc sa ma consolez singura: am vrut, am sperat, am simtit.Este atat de rau?E rau cand nu vezi masura lucrurilor si nu vezi ca atata iese.Nimic mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;Tu vrei, tu incerci dar nu contezi doar tu.Nu depinde doar de tine iar tu pleci pentru a nu stiu cata oara capul.Atata a iesit.Nimic mai mult, nimic mai putin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar am aberat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-1851524776492140343?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1851524776492140343/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=1851524776492140343' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1851524776492140343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1851524776492140343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/08/sedem-putin.html' title=''/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-9054232773485777132</id><published>2009-08-14T03:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T04:19:45.270+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>Tu niciodata nu vrei.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Simt cum imi pulseaza o vena de pe bratul stang, lunga, albastra si care mi se pare ingrozitor de   grea. Realizez ca nu are cum sa mi se intample asta dar totusi asta simt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ii ascult in mod tampesc pe cei de la Smokie.Ma uit la ei, la miscarile lor, la zambete si ma intreb la ce se gandeau ei cand cantau lay back in the arms of someone you love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu m-as fi gandit la cineva, la cineva pe care l-as respira ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa poti respira pe cineva si sa-ti respire prin toti porii ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa te alunge doar ca sa te cheme inapoi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa fugi ca sa te intorci...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa te duca la filme cu bum si bang care pe tine te streseaza ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Apoi sa te duca in cel mai dragut restaurant si sa nu-si ia ochii de la tine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa te impace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa te duca la concerte...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa confunde melodia pe care a dansat prima data cu tine ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Apoi sa iti cante doar tie si sa-ti sopteasca cat te iubeste....&lt;br /&gt;Sa te impace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa te certe cand ti se face rau... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Apoi sa stea toata noaptea treaz langa tine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa te iubeasca si furioasa si suparata ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa nu fie nevoie sa-i spui........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;........tu niciodata nu vrei sa ma iubesti !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;........tu niciodata nu vrei sa ma lasi sa gandesc si eu pentru mine ! tu mereu gandesti si pt mine !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa nu fie nevoie sa-i spui........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;........tu niciodata nu vrei sa ai curaj sa ma iubesti asa cum sunt !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Pauza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ora 2.40.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am aflat de Cici !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Cici a intrat in vietile noastre !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Reluam ce scriam mai sus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ba nu mai reluam nimic !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Mi-e greata !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;De mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Maine imi traiesc viata !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(recitesc.stupid post.smokie inca mai canta.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-9054232773485777132?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9054232773485777132/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=9054232773485777132' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/9054232773485777132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/9054232773485777132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/08/tu-niciodata-nu-vrei.html' title='Tu niciodata nu vrei.....'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-1631967388773958056</id><published>2009-08-13T14:28:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:35:22.460+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Ne-am intors !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Da, ne-am intors.Am prelungit noi cu inca doua zile, am fi vrut sa mai prelungim daca se putea dar nu s-a putut.Pana una alta, toti avem treburi de rezolvat asa ca ne-am luat inima in dinti si am revenit la capitala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dar muntele !!!! Cum a fost muntele asta, dragii mei? Cum au fost ele cantarile si focul din semineu? Si mancarea?Si frigiderul de la departare? Si tractorul?Si jocurile de carti? Si vulpile? Si joaca cu mingea?Si grohotisul? Si luna si raul si munti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;N-am cuvinte acum sa exprim si nici nu stiu cand le voi avea dar nu o sa uit niciodata saptamana asta si nici imaginea pe care am vazut-o in prima noapte in care am ajuns acolo...muntii, brazii si luna intre ei.Atat ! Simplu pt ca nu stiu cum as putea  reda in vorbe ce am vazut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Iar voi, dragii mei sunteti extrordinari iar cafeaua facuta de voi este cea mai buna cafea pe care am baut-o in viata mea....da...si gratarul...si pastele...si ostropelul...si zmeura... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Am mai spus o data ca nu am cuvinte? Pai chiar nu am dar vreau sa scriu si sa povestesc si sa le spun tuturor ce bine a fost, cate momente de bine am avut, cate sentimente m-au incercat si ce prieteni frumosi am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;A fost a 2 a calatorie lemuriana pe care am avut-o.Fiecare calatorie din asta parca este un drum de initiere si fiecare dintre noi descopera ceva nou.Cel putin, asa am perceput eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Eu una am descoperit ca pot sa tac daca vreau, ca pot sa fiu si sa nu fiu eu in acelasi timp, ca pot uita dar ca imi pot reaminti, ca vad ce este rau dar mai mult vad ce este bun si pretuiesc, ca iubirea nu cunoaste umilinta, ca sprijinul vine de unde nu te astepti, ca o mana este acolo, intinsa spre tine. Am descoperit ca oamenii conteaza in viata, ca fara ei am fi goi, ca zi de zi ducem lupte cu noi si ca uneori e bine sa te mai si odihnesti, ca este de ajuns un singur gest bun ca sa stearga zece rele si ca imi simt sufletul plin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-1631967388773958056?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1631967388773958056/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=1631967388773958056' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1631967388773958056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/SnmFWUg1PXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/g-QPM44EX6c/s1600-h/salutam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/SnmFWUg1PXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/g-QPM44EX6c/s200/salutam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366467049498688882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/SnmFLS-qgvI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Zxt5qozV8A0/s1600-h/ciao+ciao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/SnmFLS-qgvI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Zxt5qozV8A0/s200/ciao+ciao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366466860108382962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/SnmFR5cx2JI/AAAAAAAAAlE/UPUOb8Tn9I8/s1600-h/lemuri+sefi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/SnmFR5cx2JI/AAAAAAAAAlE/UPUOb8Tn9I8/s200/lemuri+sefi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366466973514455186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PDL - Partidul   Democratic al Lemurilor se muta in Piatra Craiului pana aproximativ luni...:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu deosebita stima,&lt;br /&gt;Noi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-1225414290109476399?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1225414290109476399/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=1225414290109476399' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-5314999857662457781</id><published>2009-08-05T04:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T04:39:52.832+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Te acuerdas, Weeeeyyyy ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;" miros de cafea pe strada mea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;   un motan adormit la soare rotit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;   parfum de femeie pe perna mea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;   pahare uitate de-aseara pe masa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;   asta-i ideea mea de viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; un gand imi sopteste sa plec spre departe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;   o zi fara soare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;   un cantec de mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;   nici urma de furtuna "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-5314999857662457781?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5314999857662457781/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=5314999857662457781' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/5314999857662457781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9IIE458P2g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/u9IIE458P2g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-993773517140537661?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/993773517140537661/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-4448303039081247842</id><published>2009-08-03T00:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:00:20.989+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Pai...despre momentul de bine :))))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Ieri aveam o groaza de idei in cap pentru o groaza de posturi.Acum, simt ca nu mai gasesc nici un fir de idee dar totusi simt nevoia sa scriu, sa astern ganduri, sa le recitesc la un moment dat si sa zambesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cred ca va mai fi rau in viata noastra.Cred ca va mai fi si suparare si durere si tristete.Dar, cred si ca vor exista oameni.Mereu vor exista oameni, oameni cu un talent deosebit in a desena in suflet culori care mai de care mai vesele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sunt oameni obisnuiti dar unici prin felul lor de a fi.Oameni cu terase linistite in mijlocul unui oras aglomerat, oameni cu pereti scrijeliti cu spaclul, oameni cu talent la sport, oameni cu rochite portocalii, oameni prinsi in munca lor, oameni cu puteri extrasenzoriale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sunt oameni diferiti dar totusi atat de asemanatori prin suflet.Stiati? Sufletele aleg suflete, sufletele plac suflete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sunt momente pe care nu le-as da pentru nimic.Sunt ale mele si ale sufletului meu care place si iubeste atatea suflete.Ma hranesc cu amintiri frumoase, invat sa inghet timpul  acolo unde imi este mai bine si sa nu alung momentul de bine.Toate lucrurile astea le-am invatat de la voi, cei care sunteti in jurul meu si sper sa ramaneti asa pana cand parul ne va albi de tot si vederea ni se va incetosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Imi lipsesc multe dar invat sa pun in balanta si uneori uit.Uit ca imi lipsesc atatea pentru ca ce am compenseaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Imi gasesc linistea si bucuria in ceea ce unii ar considera banal : intr-o sesiune de "stricat" peretele de dragul artei, in creionul pe care il tin in mana in timp ce schizez felul in care te vad pe tine, intr-un parc pe apa sau in masinute busitoare, intr-o seara de inovatie culinara, pe terasa de unde se vad luminite si unde e bine de tot, in serile in care se rade si se uita de ce se rade, in cantatul tare la concerte, in ploaia torentiala care cade peste noi, in bataile cu perne si in baba oarba, in cautatul de laitmotive, in zecile de planuri pe care le facem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Imi gasesc fericirea cand imi vad copilul dormind linistit si cand imi dau seama ca este cea mai mare realizare dar si cea mai mare provocare a vietii mele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Pentru ca pot si pentru ca vreau, viata mea este o lupta continuua spre mai bine.Pentru ca pot si pentru ca vreau, ma inconjor de oameni dragi.Pentru ca pot si pentru ca vreau, o sa adun si mai multe momente de bine de care o sa ma bucur.Pentru ca pot si pentru ca vreau, o sa va las sa ma trageti de maneca atunci cand uit cine sunt cu adevarat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-4448303039081247842?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4448303039081247842/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=4448303039081247842' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4448303039081247842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4448303039081247842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/08/paidespre-momentul-de-bine.html' title='Pai...despre momentul de bine :))))'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-5657397773725747937</id><published>2009-07-31T01:55:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T02:18:18.817+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Save my soul !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dupa ce am cercetat situatia, am ajuns la concluzia ca pisica mea in curand va cere azil pe motive rasiale.Ne-a marturisit in seara asta ca daca era caine, asa ceva nu i s-ar fi intamplat asa ca se vede nevoita sa recurga la astfel de masuri.Intrebata unde a dat din cap si a spus ca se va gandi cu profunzimea ei de pisica nevinovata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;De ce?Pentru ca daca nu o va face cu siguranta va dobandi o boala rara undeva in zona creierului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Imaginile graiesc de la sine :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/SnIm0bwgnlI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2iA6xsFgx7A/s1600-h/IMG_8248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/SnIm0bwgnlI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2iA6xsFgx7A/s200/IMG_8248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364392788397956690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/SnIpEeq2PXI/AAAAAAAAAkM/kOcJS-lObpM/s1600-h/IMG_8254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-1143058275115877502</id><published>2009-07-29T15:47:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:59:11.320+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am incercat sa colorez dar am descoperit ca nu mai am culori colorate.Pe toata paleta, imi ramasese doar negru.Am luat pensula si am incercat cu o incapatanare desavarsita sa mai descopar putin alb.Era o urma ...si negrul mult prea mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Si doar stiam ca se va termina...si doar stiam ca trebuia sa cumpar mai mult...de ce nu am facut-o?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=1143058275115877502' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1143058275115877502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1143058275115877502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-incercat-sa-colorez-dar-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-8780725929400776124</id><published>2009-07-29T13:23:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:26:02.073+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii &quot;de la lume adunate&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>:)))</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"I can hear the sounds of violins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Long before it begins;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Make me thrill as only you know how,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sway me smooth, sway me now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dG8giVJKQPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/dG8giVJKQPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-8780725929400776124?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8780725929400776124/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-739203274794619756</id><published>2009-07-28T01:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T02:34:39.350+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Da-te-n viza mea !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Prima data cand am dat nas in nas cu autoritatile USA, a fost anul trecut cand m-am dus sa imi iau viza de turist.Am plecat cu teancul de acte la mine incercand sa demonstrez ca am legaturi stranse cu tara si ca nu ma duc decat sa imi vad sotul (care este plecat cu o viza de trainee) si sa fac niste cumparaturi.Logic, nu?Si chiar asta vroiam sa fac.Departe de mine gandul de a ma duce si de a dori sa raman pe acolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Mi s-a spus sa nu imi fac problema pt ca cei care reprezinta USA, adica minunatii consuli sunt foarte bine pregatiti si cunosc extrem de bine psihologia omului.Ete ca din parti o cunosc pentru ca mi-a fost refuzata viza fara a mai avea dreptul de a spune ceva.Aaaa, da...puteam sa ma duc din nou sa aplic.Adica, sa platesc alti 11 dolari pt minunatul pin si alti 262 de dolari pt taxa de viza( eu si copilul).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;M-am decis sa mai astept ceva timp pt ca stiam ca sotul meu va aplica pt H1B, adica viza de munca si deci, potrivit legii, eu si fetita mea avem dreptul automat la viza H4, adica de sedere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si uite-ma astazi, dupa ce am trecut prin zeci de intamplari cu pasapoarte si procuri (dar asta este alta poveste), cu teancul de hartii in brate, alergand catre ambasada, sigura pe mine ca voi obtine viza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Am intrat, m-au controlat la carne ( la propriu) de ustensile teroriste si m-au invitat sa iau loc sa astept.Si am stat...si am stat..si am stat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Am avut ce-i drept timp sa observ cateva lucruri interesante dintre care cel mai cel mi s-a parut ca pe peretii de la ambasada, precum si pe covoare si carpete, se afla desenat simbolul Frantei, adica Fleur de Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cam ce legatura are?Imi venea la un moment dat sa intreb daca nu am gresit ambasada dar m-am abtinut.Oamenii o tineau pe a lor cu engleza, asa ca am preferat sa tin pt mine, aceste mici detalii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Pe de alta parte, ma tot intrebam eu de ce nu mi-au zis sa vin la ora 10 la interviu?Sau la 11? Pentru ca m-au tinut acolo, pe scaunele lor smechere si cu aerul lor conditionat dat pe 16 grade, 3 ore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Presupun ca pentru ca isi permit, pt ca sunt americani, nu?Mari si tari prin lumea asta !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Anul trecut cand am fost sa cer permisiunea de a intra pe acest taram al fagaduintei numit USA, erau in sala de asteptare niste tv-uri pe care rula un National Geografic sau Discovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Acum, sunt aceleasi tv-uri doar ca ruleaza un filmulet din preaminunata tara alaturi de mesaje de la poporul ales catre tine, doritorule de fericire: Welcome, I am America si tot asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Statea eu si ma intrebam...daca astea sunt cele mai bune imagini pe care le-au ales sa reprezinte tara lor, mandria lor nationala, then they suck big time !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dupa aceasta minunata asteptare, am ajuns si in fata ofiterului consular.M-a intrebat de sanatate, de starea vremii (glumesc) si pt ce viza aplic.Ma gandeam ca o fi intrebare capcana ca doar stia pt ce aplic ca spusesem asta si cand m-am programat la interviu dar na, sa raspund daca sunt intrebata.Am raspuns si mi s-a cerut hartia cu viza sotului meu si am fost invitata sa iau loc.Din nouuuu !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;La aproximativ 30 de minute am fost chemata din nou la ghiseu.Ramasesem ultima persoana desi venisem printre primii.Mi s-a spus ca nu imi pot da nici un raspuns acum pt ca viza aprobata a sotului meu nu este inca in baza de date.Ma suna ei in 3-5 zile sa ma cheme din nou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Am zis ok si am plecat.Logic ca m-au apucat spumele si nu pt mine ci pt fetita mea care vrea sa isi vada tatal mai repede.De ce m-au apucat spumele?Pai sa va spun...platesc 131 de dolari de persoana taxa de viza, le spun cand imi fac programarea pt ce viza aplic si le dau si datele sotului meu si ei imi spun ca ma pot programa abia dupa 1 sapt pt ca le trebuie timp sa verifice actele.Ei, nu zau..pi buniii???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;N-au verificat nimic pt ca daca verificau vedeau ca viza sotului meu e deja luata doar ca nu este stampila trecuta in pasaport pt ca o vor trece atunci cand va iesi prima data din tara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Au aparut scuze...ca na, sistemul e de vina..si bla bla..si ca nu s-a updatat statusul vizei si tot asa dar fara sa vreau nu pot sa nu imi exprim indignarea si sa nu scriu despre aceasta minunata experienta pe care am avut-o, demna de cineva ca mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Viza cu siguranta o iau pt ca nu au nici un motiv sa mi-o refuze dar ma indoiesc din ce in ce mai mult ca imi va placea sa stau printre oameni de acest tip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Da, stiu, sa nu generalizam.Da,stiu, sistemul de aici e tot mana romanilor.Ei ,uite ca eu nu cred asta.Cred ca este o bataie de joc colectiva la care eu nu mai sunt dispusa sa ma supun.&lt;br /&gt;Si ca sa va amuzati putin, va dau cateva intrebari din formularul DS-156,formular care trebuie completat cand aplici pt viza.La acestea trebuie sa raspunzi cu da sau nu iar la sfarsitul setului de intrebari ti se comunica urmatoarele :&lt;br /&gt;"While a YES answer does not automatically signify ineligibility for a visa, if you answered YES you may be required to personally appear before a consular officer."&lt;br /&gt;Si intrebarile :&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever been arrested or convicted for any offense or crime, even though subject of a pardon, amnesty or other similar legal action? Have you ever unlawfully distributed or sold a controlled substance(drug), or been a prostitute or procurer for prostitutes?&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever been refused admission to the U.S., or been the subject of a deportation hearing or sought to obtain or assist others to obtain a visa, entry into the U.S., or any other U.S. immigration benefit by fraud or willful misrepresentation or other unlawful means? Have you attended a U.S. public elementary school on student (F) status or a public secondary school after November 30, 1996 without reimbursing the school?&lt;br /&gt;-Do you seek to enter the United States to engage in export control violations, subversive or terrorist activities, or any other unlawful purpose? Are you a member or representative of a terrorist organization as currently designated by the U.S. Secretary of State? Have you ever participated in persecutions directed by the Nazi government of Germany; or have you ever participated in genocide?&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever been afflicted with a communicable disease of public health significance or a dangerous physical or mental disorder, or ever been a drug abuser or addict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mda..si tu raspunzi cu....? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-739203274794619756?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/739203274794619756/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=739203274794619756' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/739203274794619756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/739203274794619756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/da-te-n-viza-mea.html' title='Da-te-n viza mea !'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-1369956186153168402</id><published>2009-07-27T01:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:55:06.783+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>El</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"Iubita mea !...sunt obosit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;  si-n brate nu-mi doresc sa te alint,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;  Iar dragoste cu tine am facut....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;  din intamplare...nu ca as fi vrut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;  Scenariu ce-ntr-o seara l-am citit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;  Acum...tu m-ai cam obosit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;  Cat de iubire, draga mea...nu-mi pasa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;  Caci sufletul mi-l las acasa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-1369956186153168402?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1369956186153168402/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=1369956186153168402' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1369956186153168402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1369956186153168402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/el.html' title='El'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-2313363118415659062</id><published>2009-07-27T01:41:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T02:28:12.884+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>cuvinte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Stateam intr-o zi si ma uitam in oglinda, pentru ca era ziua mea.Si-as fi vrut sa vad, dincolo de timpul trecut prin mine...dincolo de tristetea din privire...Si atunci, cineva s-a jucat de-a destinul  si mi-a aprins o stea in privire.Lumina ei reflectata-n oglinda m-a orbit.Dar nu mai am nevoie sa vad...acum simt.Nu e prea mult de atunci, dar acum timpul nu mai trece prin mine, se ascunde in gandul meu, se joaca de-a speranta cu mine si pune, Fericirea si Tristetea, sa arbitreze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;As fi vrut sa am sansa de a lupta pentru toate visele neimplinite despre noi doi...As fi vrut sa ma vezi cu ochii unui indragostit...Poate ti-as fi parut mai frumoasa...As fi vrut sa te fi cunoscut de cand te-ai nascut...poate ca asa, acum as fi stiut ce sa fac, cum sa fiu sa iti plac mai mult...Poate daca as fi fost mai mult decat sunt, poate ca...doar poate...m-ai fi iubit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ykIj190mJek&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2313363118415659062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/cuvinte.html' title='cuvinte'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-1968382445249532491</id><published>2009-07-24T16:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:01:12.383+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>alegem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Alegem.Zi de zi facem alegeri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Alegem intre rochia lunga si pantalonii largi, alegem intre cartofi prajiti si paste, intre inghetata si papanasi, intre mare si munte, intre cola si limonada,  intre a iesi din casa si a sta tolanit in pat, intre a vorbi cu oameni si a tacea, intre a accepta realitatea si a o nega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Dar ce alegi intre iubire si indiferenta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Se spune ca secretul iubirii sta in tine.De tine depinde daca vrei sa scapi de ce iubesti sau nu si daca vrei sa mergi mai departe.Daca este asa, Romeo si Julieta trebuiau sa se multumeasca cu ce aveau si nu sa isi puna capat zilelor, Tristan si Isolda nu ar fi riscat totul pentru o ultima imbratisare, Iustinian nu trebuia sa o mai iubeasca pe Teodora datorita conditiei ei sociale, Orfeu ar fi trebuit sa accepte moartea Euridicei iar lista poate continuua mult si bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Alegem sau nu sa iubim.Alegem sa riscam.Alegem momentele de bine dar si pe cele de rau.Alegem sa nu fugim.Alegem sa infruntam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Alegem pur si simplu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Iar toate alegerile pe care le facem ne marcheaza viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Mi-a spus cineva zilele trecute ceva ce mi s-a parut frumos dar si adevarat : " daca inima iti este linistita si iubeste, atunci poti realiza orice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-1968382445249532491?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1968382445249532491/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=1968382445249532491' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1968382445249532491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1968382445249532491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/alegem.html' title='alegem'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-4272802525839703060</id><published>2009-07-24T01:33:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T02:57:34.625+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>povesti....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Primul ei gand,imediat ce deschise ochii se duse spre cafea.Zambi in timp ce strangea perna in brate, parca, parca mai prelungindu-si agonia dupa licoarea mult dorita.Se ridica,  porni spre bucatarie, puse ibricul pe foc si isi deschise calculatorul.Hotara sa nu intre pe net.Nu.Azi era sambata, era singura acasa, facuse cu o zi inainte curat, citise, scrisese, invatase, vorbise cu lumea.Da, da.Le facuse pe toate.Astazi putea sa leneveasca.Porni radioul, isi prepara cafeaua in timp ce rontaia dintr-un mar apoi tacticoasa isi prepara o salata."Bun asa", isi zise in mintea ei."Vezi ca se poate sa mananci si sanatos?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Porni cu mancarea in pat, se aseza pe cateva perne si deschise televizorul.Ramase pe un film oarecare asa de dragul de a nu manca singura iar cafeaua o bau tot in varf de pat.Prima tigare veni cu primul telefon.Vorbi pret de vreo 15 minute dupa care sari in dus.Desi caldura se intalase, ea decise ca merita o plimbare de-a lungul si de-a latul orasului.Iesi din dus si ca niciodata se aranja in 5 minute.Trase pe ea o rochie lunga, o palarie cu boruri mari pe care o lega cu o panglica, se farda sumar si pleca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cu adevarat, orasul dogorea.Oameni obositi deja, desi nu era decat ora 11.00."Nu.Astazi nu ma voi uita decat la oameni fericiti", isi spuse si grabi pasul.Nici ea nu stia unde mergea dar important era ca mergea.Se urca in metrou si isi propuse ei un joc : statia care i se va parea ei cea mai vie, la aia va cobora.Si asa facu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;O lua iar la pas, cand mai repede, cand mai incet.Din cand in cand gandurile mai puneau stapanire pe mintea ei. Isi arunca ochii prin vitrine si incerca sa le faca pierdute.Un singur lucru ramanea constant.O melodie care ii tot spunea :  "Well open up your mind and see like me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Open up your plans and damn you're free, Look into your heart and you'll find love love love.... There's no need to complicate Cause our time is short... I'm yours!".Si tot canta, canta, canta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Isi aminti ca visase ceva cu o noapte in urma.Isi aminti ca fu unul din visele alea ciudate ale ei si nu reusea sa ii desluseasca sensul caci tare ciudat i se paru.Dar, cu cat inainta in vis cu atat isi dadu seama de ce se imbracase ea atat de repede de dimineata.Stia dinainte ca rochia asta o va purta si palaria si geanta...dar nu intelegea de ce si pentru ce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Pasa gandul asta pentru mai tarziu caci zari un magazin plin de lucruri colorate si intra in el.Descoperi bratari, cercei, coliere, rochite, tricouri care mai de care mai vesele asa ca zabovi cam vreo ora tot proband si asortand.Iesi din magazin mandra ca isi alesese ceva pe gustul ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Trecu prin piata, se opri sa miroasa fructele iar in mersul ei o opri o doamna.Ii intinse o floare de iris si zambi la ea.Zambi si ea inapoi dar nu atat de gest ci de ce trezea in ea floarea de iris.Lua floarea si vrut sa o plateasca dar femeia ii spuse: "ti-o dau pentru ca inseamna curcubeu si semnifica ochiul paradisului.In ochii tai, pe care ii ascunzi sub palarie, inca se vede tristetea.Eu iti ofer aceasta floarea ca sa descoperi micul graunte de paradis care zace in tine.Cele 3 frunze inseamna credinta, intelepciunea si valoarea."Lua floarea, o pupa pe femeie pe obraz, ii multumi si pleca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Din cand in cand mai ridica floarea si o mirosea.Nu reusea sa isi scoata din cap cum de a vazut femeia ce se ascunde in ochii ei.Era atat de evident?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Se mai plimba ce se mai plimba pana ce ajunse intr-un parc.Mai fusese in acel parc dar fix intr-o zi opusa celei de azi.Era frig si ningea.Binecuvanta momentul in care ii suna telefonul, pt ca asa isi pierdu din ganduri.Vorbi ce vorbi in timp ce se plimba.Din senin, i se paru ca vede ceva, ca vede pe cineva.Ii juca mintea feste?Sa fi fost de la caldura?Cu siguranta.Isi continuua conversatia si decise sa mai stea cateva minute prin parc .Termina de vorbit si se aseza pe o banca, la malul apei.I se parea frumos totul.Oameni veseli care se plimbau cu barca, copii care radeau si se jucau.Totul i se parea frumos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Brusc, simti o mana pe umarul ei.Tresari,  intoarse incet capul si-l vazu.Ii zambea linistit si o intreba ce face.Ea raspunse, abia trezita din soc.Deci, mai devreme mintea nu ii jucase nici o festa.Pe el il vazuse.Se aseza langa ea.Ar fi vrut sa-l intrebe ce face pe acolo, sa-i spuna ca este incredibila coincidenta ca s-au intalnit, ca e cald, ca si-a cumparat lucruri colorate dar tacu.Se uitau amandoi la apa si zambeau.Abia dupa cateva minute, amandoi deschisera  gura sa spuna ceva : " iti mai aduci aminte cand am fost ultima oara aici?".Ii busi rasul si dadura din cap.Si iar tacere.Dupa alte cateva minute o intreba daca vrea sa se plimbe.Se ridicara si pornira amandoi.Unul langa celalalt si din cand in cand, din greseala, mainile li se atingeau.Ea se cufunda in amintiri, el incerca sa faca conversatie.Ea se opri si se uita la el, el o intreba ce a patit.Din toate cate ar fi vrut sa ii spuna, nu reusi decat sa il intrebe daca vrea sa se plimbe cu barca.El aproba iar ea se mira.Pornira pe lac razand si chicotind.Spre marea ei surprindere, incepea sa se relaxeze si ii era bine.Uita de rochia ei lunga si se intinse pe bancuta din barca.El radea de ea ca sta ca o lenesa iar ea de el ca uite asa slabeste.Se opri sub o salcie, la umbra iar ea se ridica de pe bancuta incercand sa-si pozitioneze picioarele in apa.Dintr-una in alta, barca incepu sa se miste cam tare iar ea plonja direct in bratele lui.Isi ridica capul,isi aranja palaria, isi ceru scuze dar nu apuca sa termine ca o prinse de cap si o saruta.O ridica,ii dadu palaria de pe cap si o mai saruta o data si inca o data si inca o data pana cand ea deveni moale si se lasa in bratele lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dusera barca inapoi, el o prinse de mana si nu ii mai dadu drumul.Iar in acel moment, ea stiu de ce pleca de dimineata in graba, de ce o purtara pasii nici ea nu stia unde, de ce primise floarea de iris,de ce mai zabovise in parc si de ce gandurile toate disparusera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Zambi, stranse perna in brate si deschise ochii.Primul ei gand se duse spre cafea.Era marti si avea multe de facut."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-4272802525839703060?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4272802525839703060/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=4272802525839703060' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4272802525839703060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4272802525839703060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/povesti.html' title='povesti....'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-287149030366650972</id><published>2009-07-22T00:54:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:04:19.144+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>fara sens sau forma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am in minte un miros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Din vremuri trecute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Imi bag nasul inr-o sticla cu parfum sa treaca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am pe buze cuvinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuvinte cu explicatii.Grele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Imi bag ochii intr-o revista sa treaca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am pe piele o senzatie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Senzatie uitata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ma infasor intr-un sal sa treaca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am tot inca si de fapt nimic.Aveam o constructie a mea, ridicata caramida langa caramida.O singura lovitura de ciocan a distrus-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Acum pun pietricica langa pietricica, mai adaug si putin nisip si las caramizile pentru mai tarziu.Mi-au spus ca transportul asta vine mai greu....dureaza pana ajunge si la mine.Dar il astept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Intre timp, adun pietricele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-287149030366650972?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/287149030366650972/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=287149030366650972' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/287149030366650972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/287149030366650972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/fara-sens-sau-forma.html' title='fara sens sau forma'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-6885552694869059477</id><published>2009-07-21T13:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:03:32.015+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>azi : stele !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;De cateva zile, casa mea este ca o semi-baza militara in care soldatii se antreneaza, se alearga si se iau la trante.Personajele? Una bucata copil cu una bucata pisica.Ea, copilul incearca sa educe pisica intr-un mod foarte ingenios as spune : se ia jucaria pisicii si se taraste prin toata casa in timp ce pisica alearga in stil Neo Matrix.Intrebata cum educa ea pisica asa, copilul a replicat : "pai o invat sa  aiba rabdare".Just, nu? Clar, da?Rabdare pana prinde jucaria...Da ! Clar ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Astazi este inca o zi in care m-am decis sa imi asum binele si clipele de bine alaturi de cei dragi mie.Si nu sunt putine, sa stiti.Zilele trecute am cojit un perete (opera de arta !), am spalat geamuri,am baut cola nociva, am ras, am facut planuri care mai de care mai smechere, am adus copilul, am ales mocheta ( sa o stapanesti sanatoasa ! ), am mancat mancare chinezeasca, am stat in parc pana la 11 noaptea cand inca era cald si bine afara iar astazi..pai astazi, vopsim, mochetam si vedem stele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Da, astazi facem o calatorie pana la stele si inapoi ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Mai avem pana la binele complet dar incercam iar incercarea moarte nu are...mai ales daca la final o sa ne tolanim pe o mocheta moale si o sa admiram peretele ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-6885552694869059477?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6885552694869059477/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=6885552694869059477' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/6885552694869059477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/6885552694869059477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/azi-stele.html' title='azi : stele !'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-2743129823673932719</id><published>2009-07-20T12:01:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:27:39.891+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii PR-iste'/><title type='text'>publicitate vs. feminitate</title><content type='html'>Ma tot intreb de cateva zile incoace daca exista etica in relatii publice si in publicitate ? Si ma intreb  pentru ca zilnic dau nas in nas cu fel si fel de reclame si de tentative de a promova anumite produse care in vizunea mea afiseaza doar disperarea de a vinde.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca etica in relatii publice implica onestitate, loialitate, cinste, respect, comunicare deschisa iar codul de la Atena spune foarte clar pe langa multe alte chestiuni de etica :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;" Membrii Asociatiei Internationale de Relatii Publice NU vor:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;Transmite informatii care nu sunt bazate pe fapte stabilite si verificabile&lt;b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;Folosi orice metode sau tehnici "de manipulare" concepute pentru a crea motivatii subconstiente pe care individul nu le poate controla prin propria sa libera vointa, astfel incat nu poate fi facut raspunzator de actiunile intreprinse pe baza lor." &lt;a href="http://www.arrp.ro/codul-de-la-atena.html"&gt;(http://www.arrp.ro/codul-de-la-atena.html).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe de alta parte, publicitatea, se spune ca a fost inventata pentru a vinde.&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Dar publicitatea a fost definită ca reprezentând ansamblul instrumentelor, metodelor şi procedeelor utilizate pentru a face cunoscute produsele sau serviciile, pentru a trezi interesul clienţilor potenţiali, în vederea cumpărării lor imediate sau în perioadele următoare. Este oare etic să îndeplineşti acest obiectiv al publicităţii (trezirea interesului potenţialilor clienţi) prin transmiterea în mass-media a unor mesaje publicitare conţinând informaţii incomplete sau neadevărate?&lt;br /&gt;Cand vorbim de etica in publicitate, cred ca ar trebui sa tinem cont de urmatoarele aspecte : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;respectarea regulilor de etică faţă de consumatori, dar şi faţă de firma care se foloseşte de publicitate pentru promovarea produselor sale sau faţă de concurenţii acesteia.&lt;br /&gt;Ca atare, putem considera lipsite de etica mesajele publicitare care contin informatii incomplete ("uitand" esentialul sau partile negative cu implicatii mari pt consumatori) sau  transmiterea de informatii false cu scopul de a induce in eroare consumatorul, asa-zisele mesaje subliminale( influentarea subconstientului potentialilor consumatori).&lt;br /&gt;Dar, datoria unui specialist in Comunicare (pt ca, in viziunea mea si cei care fac relatii publice dar si cei care fac publicitate sunt specialisti in comunicare) este de a vinde, nu? Sau cel putin asa cred cei din ziua de astazi.Facem campania "x" ca sa vindem, avem de promovat "y" produs ca sa vindem...totul se rezuma la a vinde.Cum vindem?Prin ce mijloace?Asta nu prea mai conteaza.Important este rezultatul.&lt;br /&gt;Fabricam.Zilnic fabricam clisee. Avem clar in minte niste stereotipuri si fereasca-ne Sfantul sa ne abatem de la ele !&lt;br /&gt;Am ridicat femeia din reclamele tv la rangul de idioata.Clar, aceea femeie nu-si va cuceri niciodata sotul sau iubitul decat daca foloseste "n" marca de ruj, "z" marca de parfum, "t" marca de vopsea de par, "r" rimel si tot asa.Clar, "el" nu o va remarca niciodata pe "ea" pt ca "ea" nu foloseste "d" marca de tampoane sau nu spala cu "s" detergent de rufe.Clar, copii nu te vor iubi decat daca le speli hainele cu "h" marca de balsam sau daca si numai daca ii hranesti cu "k" aliment.&lt;br /&gt;Dar, sa nu uitam : "puterea de decizie sta in mainile noastre ! ".&lt;br /&gt;Consideram omul ca cel mai imbecil dintre animale si ii jignim inteligenta.&lt;br /&gt;De ce alegem meseria de Comunicator cand nu stim sa comunicam? Cand nu reusim sa vedem mai departe de sex, sani, fund si gospodarie?&lt;br /&gt;Iar pt cei care se lasa manipulati, well, i have news for them : "el" nu o va iubi pe ea mai mult sau o va cere de sotie daca isi va da cu rujul "n", nu se va tine dupa ea toata viata daca va folosi parfumul "z" (poate doar va face alergie la mirosul prea tare), nu va fi orbit de frumusetea ei datorita marcii "t" de vopsea/sampon/balsam, copii va vor iubi la fel (incercati sa adaugati leustean in ciorba, poate asa vor manca mai cu placere pt ca daaaaa, copii fac mutre la masa dar asta nu inseamna ca nu va iubesc !) si lista poate continuua.&lt;br /&gt;S-au terminat toti creativii creativi? Nu mai exista pe pamantul asta? Chiar toata lumea face facultate de dragul unei diplome si nu de dragul meseriei?&lt;br /&gt;Domnilor creativi, eu sunt la inceput de drum. Nu stiu inca foarte multa teoria iar la practica stau si mai prost dar am creier si consider ca valoreaza mult.&lt;br /&gt;Simt ca imi este jignita inteligenta si feminitatea cand vad minunatele reclame pe care dvs. le scoateti pe piata.Cosiderati dvs. ca doar pt motivele mentionate mai sus as cumpara produsul pe care il promovati ? Cosiderati dvs. ca femeile se ghideaza dupa zicala "tot ce zboara se mananca?"&lt;br /&gt;In acest caz, cred ca poate si doar poate ar trebui sa va ganditi sa va schimbati meseria pt ca meseria de Comunicator presupune sa cunosti omul, sa intuiesti ce isi doreste si chiar sa empatizezi.&lt;br /&gt;Cam atat pt. astazi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-2743129823673932719?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2743129823673932719/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=2743129823673932719' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2743129823673932719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2743129823673932719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/publicitate-vs-feminitate.html' title='publicitate vs. feminitate'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-6732229370547690131</id><published>2009-07-18T23:31:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:43:39.282+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>un dor de dor din dor pentru dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Mi se pare ingrozitor de cald, simt ca nu am aer si trebuie sa recunosc ca m-am mutat pe geam.Adie vantul rar dar cand o face imi iau inima in piept si imi amintesc ca saptamana trecuta, pe vremea asta, la mare incepea sa ploua.Si ce frumos era la mare ! Si ce frumoase sufletele de langa mine !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Imi amintesc ca prin februarie-martie , ma luase un dor nebun de mare...de fapt si de drept, pe mine ma ia mereu un dorul nebun de mare dar atunci parca mai intens era.Visam ca am o rochie lunga pe mine, ca stau cu picioarele in apa, la malul marii si ca in departare apunea soarele.Si ma simteam atat de fericita....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Mi-e dor de mare..mi-e dor sa simt fiecare senzatie pe care apa ti-o da, balansul pe care il fac valurile sau gustul sarat...Mi-e dor sa ma intind pe nisip si sa ma uit la stele, sa le gasesc eu forme care mai de care mai ciudate si sa le zambesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Mi-e dor sa rad ...mi-e dor sa chicotesc...mi-e dor sa adorm cu zambetul pe buze...mi-e dor sa fiu autista....mi-e dor sa nu-mi mai fie dor...mi-e dor de mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s : astazi am pictat primul tricou ! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-6732229370547690131?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6732229370547690131/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=6732229370547690131' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/6732229370547690131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/6732229370547690131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-dor-de-dor-din-dor-pentru-dor.html' title='un dor de dor din dor pentru dor'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-5110794677198393858</id><published>2009-07-17T12:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:35:29.150+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii &quot;de la lume adunate&quot;'/><title type='text'>comentariu</title><content type='html'>Am primit zilele trecute, un comentariu la niste poze , la care nu am raspuns dar m-am gandit sa-l postez aici pentru ca mi s-a parut foarte dragut :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Aduci cu tine, in fiecare poza parfumul unei lumi imposibile. Te vad foarte clar cum imi faci cu mana in dreptul unei piste de aterizare pentru Pegasi. Sau pazind Atlantida. Sauuu ... in fine nu poti exista... zi mai bine ca esti un colaj in Photoshop ca sa pot fi mai departe un resemnat oarecare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-5110794677198393858?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5110794677198393858/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=5110794677198393858' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/5110794677198393858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/5110794677198393858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/comentariu.html' title='comentariu'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-8153028193050198373</id><published>2009-07-16T23:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:32:02.099+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>am invatat.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am invatat de la oameni de-a lungul timpului vrute si nevrute.Am invatat ce inseamna bunatatea dar si rautatea, bucuria dar si tristetea, darnicia dar si egoismul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am invatat cum se creeaza ziduri dar si cum se pot sparge, am invatat cum sa te bucuri de clipe, de momente si am vazut si oameni fericiti.Sunt fericita pentru ca am vazut si oameni fericiti ! Am invatat ca se poate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Candva, cineva mi-a spus ca fericirea nu doarme, ca fericirea nu are nevoie de odihna, ca fericirea iti da energie si ca timpul zboara cand esti fericit.Candva, cineva imi spunea ca fericirea tine de foame si de sete si cata dreptate avea !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Candva, cineva mi-a spus ca omul vrea sa isi prelungeasca starea de fericire....si cata dreptate avea !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;De ce nu ne-am prelungi starea de fericire?De ce noi, oamenii fugim de ea?De ce o negam si de ce negam frumosul sau fericitul din noi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-8153028193050198373?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8153028193050198373/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=8153028193050198373' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8153028193050198373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8153028193050198373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-invatat.html' title='am invatat.......'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-6932674213301255417</id><published>2009-07-16T02:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:17:03.714+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;De va veni la tine vantul, intr-o dimineata, sa-ti intre pe fereastra pe care ai uitat-o de cu seara deschisa si sa-ti aduca o adiere de liniste.Sa stai sa-l simti si sa-l adulmeci in felul tau si sa-ti ofere binecuvantarea clipei ca esti tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Apoi sa te ridici din patul tau si sa pasesti pe moale.Sa te conduca pasii spre treburile tale cotidiene, sa nu-ti blocheze nimeni masina, sa prinzi semafoarele pe verde, sa razi oamenilor de dimineata si celor de la pranz, sa-ti vina mancarea fix cand senzatia de foame este maxima si sa fie mai buna decat te asteptai, sa-ti primesti faxurile cu vesti bune, sa-ti vina actele la timp, sa-ti cante cantece frumoase in minte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa te conduca inima  spre ceea ce te face linistita, impacata si fericita si nici sa nu-ti mai amintesti ca a fost o vreme cand iti curgeau lacrimile pe obraji.Sa pastrezi momentele frumoase in casete pictate de mana pe care sa le deschizi cand simti ca vrei sa razi mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Si vantul va veni la tine, mai repede decat crezi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-6932674213301255417?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6932674213301255417/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=6932674213301255417' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/6932674213301255417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/6932674213301255417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_16.html' title='................'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-6990308258256724407</id><published>2009-07-16T01:13:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:06:02.408+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>tot diverse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;V-as ruga, daca ati putea si daca aveti, sa-mi oferiti si mie o teorema.O teorema pe care sa o pun si eu in aplicare in viata de zi cu zi si astfel sa pot intelege oamenii si sufletele lor.Sa inteleg minciuna si ipocrizia, parsivismul si iresponsabilitatea, lasitatea si frica, rautatea.Aveti o astfel de teorema?Sau macar o ecuatia pe care ,jur ca m-as chinui sa o rezolv doar ca sa ajung sa ajung la raspunsul mult dorit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dar nu aveti.Stiu sigur ca nu aveti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;V-as lua pe toti la bani marunti si v-as diseca in zeci de bucati fara anestezie.V-as arata organele bolnave din voi, poate asa v-ati trezi la realitate si poate daca ati simti durerea niciodata in viata voastra nu ati mai rani pe nimeni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Exista oameni pe planeta asta care n-au facut rau nimanui si poate daca l-au facut, l-au facut total inconstient.Fix oamenii aia, care n-au facut rau nimanui, fix aia sufera, fix aia trebuie trecuti prin foc si para ca sa ajunga la momentele lor de fericire.Asta daca ajung vreodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Si in fond si la urma urmei...ne plac momentele de bine dar nu vrem doar momente...vrem o viata intreaga de fericire.De ce?Pentru ca meritam !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Exista oameni care sunt dispusi sa astepte si oameni care iubesc neconditionat si care nu cer nimic o lunga perioada de timp.Fix acei oameni ajung intr-un punct in care isi doresc ceva infim poate si pt sufletul lor, fix acei oameni nu au parte de infimul acela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;De ce si pentru ce ajunge fericirea noastra sa depinda de altii?De ce nu depinde doar de noi?De ce?Pentru ca suntem oameni si avem suflete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Mereu va fi mai frumos sa gatesti in doi sau in mai multi decat de unul singur, mereu va fi mai frumos sa mananci cu cei dragi decat singur la tv, mereu va fi mai frumos sa faci dragoste decat sa te masturbezi, mereu va fi mai frumos sa te plimbi impreuna decat singur, mereu va fi mai frumos sa te ninga in bratele celui iubit decat sa te ninga doar pe tine, singur, mereu va fi mai frumos sa faci curat in casa alaturi de cei dragi decat de unul singur, mereu va fi mai frumos sa, sa, sa, sa...mereu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;De ce?Din nou...pentru ca suntem oameni !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Oricat te-ai chinui sa te convingi ca tu iti esti suficient tie nu merge, nu functioneaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dar sunt si oameni care prefera singuratatea si le este absolut indiferent pe cine au in jurul lor.Este cineva bine..nu este nimeni la fel de bine daca nu si mai bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am senzatia ca nu cunosc pe nimeni din jurul meu.Este stupida senzatia dar fix in acest moment o am si nu pot sa nu scriu despre ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am senzatia ca oamenii in care credeam nu sunt de fapt aia...credeam in iluzii plasmuite de mintea mea si de sufletul meu, credeam in vorbe si in fapte si un glas din mine urla si imi spune "trezeste-te, nu e ceea ce crezi ! esti proasta facuta gramada!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am senzatia...am senzatii..zeci si zeci si imi vin in minte alte zeci de ganduri si de idei si ma gandesc ca altii n-au nici o treaba si dorm linistiti in timp ce eu imi bat capul incercand sa gasesc motive si rationamente pt a-mi explica mie de ce oamenii sunt asa cum sunt...si nu oamenii in general ci aia dragi tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-6990308258256724407?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6990308258256724407/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=6990308258256724407' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/6990308258256724407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/6990308258256724407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/tot-diverse.html' title='tot diverse'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-4468745048887227569</id><published>2009-07-14T23:57:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:20:18.087+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>diverse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Nu stiu nimic.Sau poate stiu totul si de fapt detin adevarul absolut.Ce stiu, este ca  degetele mele aluneca pe taste cu o viteaza uluitoare si gandurile mele se aduna toate la un loc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am in minte un fel de comoda, neagra si cu floricele portocalii pe ea care are cate un sertar si in fiecare sertar sunt gandurile mele.Si trag de un sertar, iau gandurile, le disec si apoi inchid sertarul la loc.Si tot asa cu fiecare sertar.Dar ups, am uitat un sertar deschis si au iesit toate gandurile si s-au amestecat cu cele din sertarul asta pe care il aveam acum deschis.Ce amalgam, ce nebunie !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Iau gand dupa gand, il analizez, sortez si pun la locul lui.Parca e mai bine acum.Parca lucrurile se mai aseaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Imi suna o melodie in cap...."cea mai frumoasa zi ar fi daca m-ai putea minti, ai da ceasul inapoi...." si canta melodia asta over and over again.Na, ca mi-a sarit si a trecut la "cine-a facut spre noapte primul pas, cine-a plecat din joc, cine-a ramas, cine si-a smuls peretii rand pe rand...cine-a pierdut si cine-a castigat".....si tot asa...si tot asa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ma intreb ce fac oamenii la ora asta, oameni pe care eu ii cunosc...oare ce fac acum, cand eu scriu si debitez toate tampeniile astea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;V-ati intrebat vreodata, cand ati iubit un om si l-ati pierdut ce ati face ca sa il aduceti inapoi?Sau daca l-ati astepta desi stiti ca nu v-a iubit si ca nu va iubeste?V-ati invinovati ca ati crezut intr-o dragoste care nu era si ca voi ati iubit pana la urma cel mai mult?Ati pune in balanta vreodata cat ati iubit voi si cat celalalt?Sunt curioasa sa stiu....de ce?Nu stiu sa va spun dar sunt curioasa pt ca dragostea asta mi se pare un mare mister.Fiecare o simte in felul lui si suntem atat de multi oameni pe planeta asta incat mi se pare ca sunt atat de multe feluri in care este perceputa si traita dragostea si ma intreb cum reusim sa ne pliem pe felul fiecaruia si de ce fix atunci cand un suflet gaseste si se muleaza pe un altul, se termina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Mai trag un fum din tigare, mai ma uit pe niste poze...amintiri placute si haioase cu oameni atat de dragi mie incat nu am cuvinte sa va exprim.Chiar nu am...nu am cuvinte sa va spun cat ii iubesc pe toti cei din jurul meu si cata dragoste mi-au dat in ultima vreme, dragoste pt care le sunt recunoscatoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-4468745048887227569?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4468745048887227569/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=4468745048887227569' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4468745048887227569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4468745048887227569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/diverse.html' title='diverse'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-1235950052993112407</id><published>2009-07-14T00:12:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:18:50.881+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Din viata unei familii obisnuite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/SlukmlZC7AI/AAAAAAAAAiM/3WMw_kbuQ_I/s1600-h/vedetisme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/SlukmlZC7AI/AAAAAAAAAiM/3WMw_kbuQ_I/s320/vedetisme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358057164466482178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Slukht9dJOI/AAAAAAAAAiE/hHkfYt3xk4U/s1600-h/sport+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Slukht9dJOI/AAAAAAAAAiE/hHkfYt3xk4U/s320/sport+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358057080867333346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Sluka9T9G-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/Qa_NCIsVuT8/s1600-h/searching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Sluka9T9G-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/Qa_NCIsVuT8/s320/searching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358056964729150434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/SlukUpxl1wI/AAAAAAAAAh0/EdPxXM5VgG4/s1600-h/relax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 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obisnuite'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/SlukmlZC7AI/AAAAAAAAAiM/3WMw_kbuQ_I/s72-c/vedetisme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-7826987148294741698</id><published>2009-07-13T01:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:15:32.514+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Șprot sau hamsie ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Slpuef8X5VI/AAAAAAAAAhE/wMAHd_DjInk/s1600-h/IMG_7992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Slpuef8X5VI/AAAAAAAAAhE/wMAHd_DjInk/s200/IMG_7992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357716176960480594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;E o vorba care spune : " Spune-mi cu cine esti prieten, ca sa-ti spun cine esti." Daca vorba asta e pe bune, cum s-ar zice, eu cred ca sunt cea mai tare fiinta de pe fata pamantului.Clar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;M-am trezit vineri dimineata [da, era vineri si nu joi noaptea...dar, cunoasteti voi logica mea, nu?] dupa doar 1 ora de somn mai fresh ca niciodata. Ready to rock si ready catre mare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Pe cuvant ca drumul mi s-a parut extraordinar de scurt.Poate pt ca am ras, am glumit si am stat la palavre despre vrute si nevrute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si iote si Vama cum ni se arata noua in toata splendoarea ei,  cu bratele deschise.Doar noi mai lipseam !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si ne-a placut, si-am stat ca lemuritele pe plaja [oare lemurii chiar stau pe plaja..? :))) ] [ am adoptat o noua lemurita in familia noastra...dar asta in alta poveste], si-am baut Sangria la ora 10 dimineata [sau era 9?], si-am stat pana cand a inceput sa ploua si batea vantul si pe noi nu ne interesa, si-am dansat pe plaja, si-am cantat pe strada, si ne-am balacit in apa, si-am stat la soare, si-am baut niste bauturi din alea de fitze numite cocktail-uri, si ne-am minunat de toti oamenii aia care se distrau asa de bine, si ne-am bucurat de momentele noastre de bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Da, da,da...ne-am bucurat de toate si le-am intiparit bine de tot in mintea si in sufletul nostru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Asa de dragi mi-au fost zilele astea.Atat de bine ne-a fost !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;S-a strans "familia de lemuri" la mare...de fapt, doar o parte din ea pentru ca lipseau cativa membri plecati prin deplasare.Si da, ne-a fost dor si de ei pentru ca o familie e fericita cand toti membrii ei sunt impreuna, nu?Dar ne-am gandit si la ei si le-am dat toate gandurile noastre bune si ne doream sa se simta si ei la fel de bine cum ne simteam noi, acolo pe plaja  sau la masa sau cand aveam zeci de intrebari si de mistere pe care trebuia sa le dezlegam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Da, da, da...a fost bine si ne-a placut.Si ne-a placut si muzica...n-am mai ascultat atata muzica buna de nu mai stiu cand..si toata la un loc si in ce loc?Pe plaja! Acolo, pe plaja langa valurile marii.Nimic mai frumos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;In ceea ce priveste dilema noastra : șprot sau hamsie...hmmm? Sa va elucidez oare? Sa va dau definitiile din dictionar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Neeee..lasam asa ca-i mai fun ! :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-7826987148294741698?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7826987148294741698/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=7826987148294741698' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/7826987148294741698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/7826987148294741698'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='html'>"...Cand putem trai impreuna pe mai multe planuri,&lt;br /&gt;...Cand ne place sa dansam, sa facem dragoste sau sa cantam,&lt;br /&gt;...Cand indraznim sa exploram lumea exterioara si interioara,&lt;br /&gt;...Cand putem cauta impreuna cu cativa prieteni&lt;br /&gt;...Cum sa depasim frontierele vietii, Sa discutam si sa ascultam linistea&lt;br /&gt;Sau sa ne bucuram impreuna de parfumul florilor,&lt;br /&gt;Sa radem sau sa ne privim fara a rupe tacerea,&lt;br /&gt;...Cand putem vibra in gradinile noastre secrete,&lt;br /&gt;...Cand relatia noastra devine panoramica,&lt;br /&gt;...Cand pot sa-ti spun totul fara sa ma simt obligat,&lt;br /&gt;...Cand, atunci cand ma iubesc, ma poti iubi si tu&lt;br /&gt;...Cand, atunci cand te iubesc, te poti iubi si tu,&lt;br /&gt;...Cand recunosc in tine cealalta jumatate din mine&lt;br /&gt;...Cand traiesti singur la fel de bine ca atunci cand esti cu mine,&lt;br /&gt;...Cand poti sa ma consolezi atunci cand sunt trista,&lt;br /&gt;...Cand pot sa te ajut atunci cand intri in panica,&lt;br /&gt;Dar si atunci cand esti suparat ca nu corespund asteptarilor tale si te infurii&lt;br /&gt;Eu pot in continuare sa te iubesc,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar si atunci cand tu nu ma iubesti,&lt;br /&gt;TE IUBESC inseamna intr-adevar TE IUBESC."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andre Moreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO IT IS ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-6550588778787608427?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/6550588778787608427/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=6550588778787608427' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Descantec de ploaie....</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span helvetica=""  style="font-family:Arial,;"&gt; Iubesc ploile, iubesc cu patima ploile,&lt;br /&gt;  Innebunitele ploi si ploile calme,&lt;br /&gt;  Ploile feciorelnice si ploile-dezlantuite femei,&lt;br /&gt;  Ploile proaspete si plictisitoarele ploi fara sfirsit,&lt;br /&gt;  Iubesc ploile, iubesc cu patima ploile,&lt;br /&gt;  Imi place sa ma tavalesc prin iarba lor alba, inalta,&lt;br /&gt;  Imi place sa le rup firele si sa umblu cu ele in dinti,&lt;br /&gt;  Sa ameteasca, privindu-ma astfel, barbatii.&lt;br /&gt;  Stiu ca-i urit sa spui  Sint cea mai frumoasa femeie ,&lt;br /&gt;  E urit si poate nici nu e adevarat,&lt;br /&gt;  Dar lasa-ma atunci cind ploua,&lt;br /&gt;  Numai atunci cind ploua,&lt;br /&gt;  Sa rostesc magica formula  Sint cea mai frumoasa femeie .&lt;br /&gt;  Sint cea mai frumoasa femeie pentru ca ploua&lt;br /&gt;  Si-mi sta bine cu franjurii ploii in par,&lt;br /&gt;  Sint cea mai frumoasa femeie pentru ca-i vint&lt;br /&gt;  Si rochia se zbate disperata sa-mi ascunda genunchii,&lt;br /&gt;  Sint cea mai frumoasa femeie pentru ca tu&lt;br /&gt;  Esti departe plecat si eu te astept,&lt;br /&gt;  Sint cea mai frumoasa femeie si stiu sa astept&lt;br /&gt;  Si totusi astept.&lt;br /&gt;  E-n aer miros de dragoste viu,&lt;br /&gt;  Si toti trecatorii adulmeca ploaia sa-i simta mirosul,&lt;br /&gt;  Pe-o asemenea ploaie poti sa te-ndragostesti fulgerator,&lt;br /&gt;  Toti trecatorii sint indragostiti,&lt;br /&gt;  Si eu te astept.&lt;br /&gt;  Doar tu stii -&lt;br /&gt;  Iubesc ploile,&lt;br /&gt;  Iubesc cu patima ploile,&lt;br /&gt;  Innebunitele ploi si ploile calme,&lt;br /&gt;  Ploile feciorelnice si ploile-dezlantuite femei...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Blandiana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-8081195584283709220?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8081195584283709220/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=8081195584283709220' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8081195584283709220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/8081195584283709220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/descantec-de-ploaie.html' title='Descantec de ploaie....'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-4156536282991961436</id><published>2009-07-09T03:29:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T03:29:51.003+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>_______________</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Daca povestind pana dimineata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Unul langa celalalt, ne-am fi trezit din nou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Ca in vechile nopti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;As fi simtit zapezile din jur fiinta avand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Ciudat, stiam intotdeauna ca sufletul tau isi vrea propriul spatiu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Pe cand eu iarasi ma grabeam sa prind autobuzul spre zarile orasului plouand a noiembrie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Fara ca ceva sa se rupa a mia oara in mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Plecand din orasul vietii tale de la inceput&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Spre maine, spre poimaine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Spre zari si nerostiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Urlam a trairi o suta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Iar tu ma opreai sa plec din tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cu bratele legate de gandul tau,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cu clipa rupta de timpul lor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cu timpul insusi, de mana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Urmandu-te in zori, desculta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Golita de orice spin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Urmandu-te intreaga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Invaluita doar de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-4156536282991961436?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4156536282991961436/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=4156536282991961436' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4156536282991961436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4156536282991961436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='_______________'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-7989080529972882734</id><published>2009-07-09T00:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:18:22.029+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii PR-iste'/><title type='text'>Despre munca ...</title><content type='html'>"- Copilul meu este bolnav.&lt;br /&gt;  - Ce are?&lt;br /&gt;  - Tuseste, il doare in gat si a facut febra.&lt;br /&gt;  - Nu va impacientati.Pune-ti pe capul copilului o compresa rece, apoi puteti sa-i dati niste aspirina, un ceai cald cu lamaie si miere iar mama o sa ajunga la dvs.imediat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa imi povesteste mama ca le spuneam pacientilor ei cand aveam 6 ani.Stateam destul de mult pe langa ea si eram atenta la tot ce le spunea pacientilor ei.Imi doream sa devin medic, ca ea.Sa vindec si sa alin durerea oamenilor, pe cat ii este dat unui om in putinta.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi amintesc sa fi vrut sa practic alta meserie decat cea de medic.Ce-i drept, am cochetat pe la 15-16 ani cu meseria de psiholog dar tot in campul medicinii se invartea si asta.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a placut intotdeauna sa iau cartile mamei si sa aflu, sa citesc.Credeam, ca asa ma pregatesc pt ce avea sa ma astepte.&lt;br /&gt;Imi placea cand mama venea de la cabinet si imi povestea ce cazuri avea.O intrebam vrute si nevrute pentru ca vroiam sa stiu.&lt;br /&gt;Viata in schimb m-a intors intr-un fel neplanificat de mine si am fost nevoita sa-mi schimb planurile.&lt;br /&gt;M-am orientat atunci catre altceva ce imi placea.Stiam ca pot sa comunic, stiam ca imi plac oamenii si ca oamenii ma plac pe mine, stiam ca imi place sa planific si stiam ca sunt extrem de inventiva si creativa si atunci am ales : Comunicare si Relatii Publice.&lt;br /&gt;O parte din sufletul meu a ramas la meseria de medic iar cealalta s-a dus spre noul drum.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiam bine cu ce se "mananca" meseria de comunicator sau cea de Pr-ist.Mai cochetasem eu cu organizarile de evenimente dar simteam ca dincolo de a organiza un eveniment se afla mai multe.&lt;br /&gt;Si uite asa, cu pasi de bebelus am inceput sa invat.&lt;br /&gt;Imi place ce am ales.Chiar imi place si simt ca pot sa fac fata provocarilor pe care o sa mi le intinda meseria asta.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt multe "secretele" pe care trebuie sa le descopar si multe obstacolele pe care trebuie sa le infrunt dar invat sa ma inarmez cu  rabdare si perseverenta.&lt;br /&gt;Cam atat pentru astazi.O sa scriu pe aici diverse despre diverse din domeniul asta care-mi place mie.Sper sa va fie utile unele lucruri.Nu o sa ma apuc sa despic campanii sau sa critic cate-n luna si in stele.Inca nu ma simt destul de capabila.Dar intr-o buna zi... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-7989080529972882734?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7989080529972882734/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=7989080529972882734' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/7989080529972882734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/7989080529972882734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/despre-munca.html' title='Despre munca ...'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-7612264698167472274</id><published>2009-07-05T03:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:20:58.746+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii &quot;de la lume adunate&quot;'/><title type='text'>Don't Analyze Your Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"The amazing thing is this: 90% of a woman’s emotional problems stem from feeling unloved. So don’t stand back and analyze her, like a doctor diagnosing a patient, or like a therapist questioning a client. Give her your love - the same love that is motivating your questioning - immediately and unmistakably. Walk over to her, look deeply into her eyes, hold her and stroke her,  tell her how much you love her, smile, hum her favorite song and dance with her, and chances are, her emotional problem will evaporate. She may still have some situation to deal with, and you may be able to help her with that, but the emotional aspect will be converted to love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It is a very rare occasion when your analysis of her mood relieves her of it. Most often, your analysis and attempts to fix her will just piss her off more. Ask her if she would rather you gave her love or analyzed her when she is upset. It’s so easy to give her love; it’s what both of you really want anyway. But as a man you are more likely to try to fix her. That’s exactly not what she wants, and exactly what will make the situation worse, most of the time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - David Deida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Way of the Superior Man &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://filthygorgeousthings.com/modern-love/daily-fix/david-deida-modigliani" target="_blank"&gt;F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-7612264698167472274?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7612264698167472274/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=7612264698167472274' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/7612264698167472274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/7612264698167472274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-analyze-your-woman.html' title='Don&apos;t Analyze Your Woman'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-1990351526780727171</id><published>2009-07-04T00:03:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T02:33:52.810+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>postare lunga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am momente in care ma apuca o stare de tristete pe care nu o pot stapani.Nu ca nu as vrea pt ca de vrut, vreau si incerc sa imi aduc in minte faze care mai de care mai haioase sau vise care mai de care mai realizabile sau cifre pt ca in ultimele zile tot am gandit in cifre in spiritul noului bussines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Cred sincer ca sunt oameni si oameni.Oameni care isi pot induce o stare de bine indiferent de probleme si oameni care au momentele lor de bine, sunt ok dar problema nu dispare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Si nu atat problema cat ceea ce aduce ea dupa sine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am incercat astazi din toate puterile sa fac sa imi fie bine.N-am vb despre problema mea decat foarte putin, trecand in revista noutatile si atata tot.Mi-am imaginat ca asa se va piti intr-un colt si nu va mai iesi de acolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dar iese.La fiecare intepatura pe care o simt, la fiecare durere care ma incearca, iese la iveala si aduce cu sine alte intrebari si alte ganduri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Este cred pt prima data cand scriu cu inima deschisa si incerc si fara dramatism prea mare, despre lucrul asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;La inceput am tratat aceasta problema ca ceea ce era: o boala.Am incercat sa fiu realista, acceptand si partea buna dar si cea rea, stiind foarte clar ce are sau ce nu are sa ma astepte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Mi-am imaginat eu ca stiind, voi trece mult mai usor peste tot.Prietenii mei au crezut ca exagerez pt ca ce-i drept si mie mi s-ar parea (sau poate ca acum nu) exagerat sa aud o fata de 25 de ani vb despre ce are sa o astepte, despre ce nu vrea si eventual si despre ce fel de inmormantare ar dori(aici exagerez pt ca nu am vb despre asta dar nici mult nu mai aveam).Apoi, unii dintre ei au considerat ca incerc sa atrag atentia si aici din nou, data fiind situatia si gandindu-ma acum mai bine si eu poate as fi crezut fix acelasi lucru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dar nu.Nu incercam sa atrag atentia.Eram doar panicata si as minti cu nerusinare daca as spune ca dat fiind raspunsul de astazi, sunt foarte calma.Nu sunt, doar ca invat sa nu mai arat, sa nu mai spun, sa nu mai "cersesc" atentie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Cica se spune ca oamenii se nasc singuri si mor singuri.Nu este adevarat.Ne nastem si ajungem in bratele unei mamei, al unui tata, apoi creste si avem prieteni, iubiti/iubite, soti/sotii si multi oameni mor inconjurati de cei dragi.O sa spuneti cu siguranta ca sunt unii si mai nefericiti care chiar se nasc singuri si mor singuri.Asa este ! Exista dar eu vreau sa iau cazurile fericite ca sa zic asa.Apoi, o sa spuneti ca vb aia cu ne nastem si murim singuri se refera la suflet.Nici aici nu va dau dreptate pt ca in sufletul nostru intra inca din perioada intrauterina (si da, eu chiar cred ca fatul are suflet dar asta este alta poveste) mama iar dupa, pai dupa intra in suflet o multitudine de persoane astfel incat in momentul in care murim avem sufletul plin si cu siguranta macar o persoana ne va plange disparitia.In fine...este doar parerea mea si aveti tot dreptul sa ma contraziceti dar mi-o sustin pana una alta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sufletul meu este acum in perioada de suferinta.Pe cat si-au dorit unii sa nu-l raneasca si sa nu dea in el, pe atat au facut-o si inca o mai fac.Indiferent cat ai trage tu de maneca un om si i-ai spune ca te raneste, ca iti face rau el o sa vina sa iti spuna ca de fapt tu iti faci singur rau pt ca totul depinde de tine si ca tu de fapt ai o problema nu faptele si actiunile lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Pai daca asa este...ia sa vedem: un barbat violeaza o femeie...iar ea sufera si o doare ...ea incearca totusi sa se ridice si isi da seama ca trebuie sa faca ceva...se duce la psiholog, vorbeste, i se dau tratamente si tot asa dar femeia aia va ramane pt toata viata cu o teama si cu niste sechele, indiferent de cata terapie ar face.Si aici sa intelegem ca tot vina ei este pt ca nu vrea sub nici o forma sa scape de aceasta trauma desi ea a reusit intr-un final sa traiasca o viata normala si bestia care i-a facut raul este de-a dreptul nevinovata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa mai luam un exemplu.... pe o strada un copil se joaca, o masina il loveste si copilul moare....durere si suferinta pt parinti...cum trec parintii aia de suferinta aia?Cum trece mama aia de suferinta aia?Intr-un final daca este destul de puternica isi va reveni dar niciodata nu va uita copilul pe care l-a pierdut si mereu va exista durerea aia (chiar daca mai mica) si golul acela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa mai luam inca un exemplu....doi oameni...se cunosc...se indragostesc..ajung sa se iubeasca...au parte de cele mai frumoase clipe impreuna si dintr-o data el/ea pune stop relatiei.Celalalt credea ca exista iubire,nu intelege de ce s-a terminat dar intelege ca dragoste cu forta nu se poate si incearca sa devina prieten cu fosta/fostul.Imaginati-va ca totusi este greu dar se gandeste ca celalalt i-a spus cat de mult inseamna in viata lui/ei si ca doreste din tot sufletul sa ii fie prieten.Uite ca se demonstreaza prin fapte ca de fapt si de drept nu vrea asta iar celalat sufera pt ca a incercat sa fie prieten/prietena daca nu iubit/iubita.Sa intelegem ca si aici suferinta vine tot din tine si nu din faptele si actiunile  celui din jurul tau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ar fi de-a dreptul minunat daca am avea puterea sa ne controlam sufletul asa cum de multe ori ne putem controla mintea.Unii din noi o fac si mai presus de binele celor din jurul lor exista binele lor.As putea spune (si am si spus-o de cateva ori) bravo lor dar m-am razgandit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Gandeste-te bine la ce faci cu sufletul altora pt ca intr-o buna zi, mai devreme sau mai tarziu tot ce faci se va intoarce impotriva ta.Da, unii nu cred asta si unii nu au regrete.Spun doar ca ei asa sunt si se culca pe urechea asta si bai, asta...daca ma iubesti sau ma placi ai sa o faci fix asa cum sunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Pai da, eu o sa o fac fix asa cum esti pt ca eu simt si deci te pot iubi.Daca nu as simti si daca as gandi la fel ca tine,mecanic nici nu m-as uita la tine pt ca te-as vedea cu ochii mintii exact asa cum esti.Multi dintre noi nu o facem....ne uitam la cei din jurul nostru prin prisma sufletului si mergem pe ideea ca daca sufletului meu i-a placut de sufletul tau atunci relatia noastra, indiferent de natura ei, va merge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Iar aia cu gandeste-te bine ce faci cu sufletul altora nu e cine stie ce percept biblic ci pur si simplu reversul medaliei si o lege a universului in care traim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Am avut ieri o discutie lunga cu un prieten care imi povestea ca vrea sa iasa din relatia in care este acum dar nu vrea sa faca persoana respectiva sa sufere ba din contra ar vrea daca s-ar putea sa ramana prieten cu ea.Am discutat noi pe tema asta vreo ora iar concluzia a fost ca tine la ea dar ca sunt doi oameni care nu mai au nimic in comun, ca suferinta este inevitabila si ca prieteni nu prea au cum sa ramana decat daca si ea vrea pt ca spunea el, ea stie mai bine ce poate si ce nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Stateam si ma gandeam dupa ce am terminat de vb cu el daca cu adevarat se poate sa ramai prieten cu un fost iubit/fosta iubita.Sunt mai multe aspecte si aici de luat in vedere.Daca relatia s-a terminat amiabil  pt ca amandoi au vrut lucrul asta este ideal...la o adica, cine iti poate fi prieten mai bun decat un fost sau o fosta ca doar el/ea iti cunoaste cele mai intime aspecte ale tale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dar daca relatia s-a terminat doar pt ca unul a dorit lucrul acesta si celalalt nu si inca de-o parte exista dragoste si speranta ca inca nu s-a terminat?Atunci este mult mai greu dar cred ca depinde de dorinta fiecaruia.In tine poate exista dragostea inca dar stii foarte bine ca totul s-a terminat (aici conteaza capacitatea ta de a intelege si de a accepta) si te gandesti ca mai presus de iubit/iubita i-ai fost omului prieten/prietena si ca merita sa iei in considerare faptul ca omul acela iti poate fi un real spijin si un prieten de nadejde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dar din nou astea sunt gandurile mele si doar ale mele, parerile mele si doar ale mele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Si totusi, am pornit de la cat de trista ma simt dar si gandurile de mai sus fac parte din mine si aduc cu ele o serie de sentimente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"-Mananci bine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; -Nu prea....mi-e greata si ma doare stomacul mai mereu si nu pot manca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; -Trebuie sa incerci sa te alimentezi, sa mananci fructe si legume.Uite si tu ca e vremea fructelor.Deci, fa bine si viziteaza piata macar o data pe saptamana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; -Eeee, piata...imi placea acum ceva timp sa fac piata dar de cand stau singura m-am dezobisnuit si nu-mi mai arde.Stiu ca trebuie sa ma alimentez sanatos, imi spune si mama zilnic.Aaaa...si sa nu mai fumez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; -Orice obisnuita are si o dezobisnuinta si tot asa cat despre fumat...Desi sunt medic si ar trebui sa-ti spun sa te lasi nu iti recomand acum in starea in care esti.Redu-le daca poti.Ia spune-mi tu mie cum stai cu stresul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; -Care stres?Sau ce inseamna stres?Incerc sa intru pe un fagas normal, sa imi vad de copilul meu, de cariera mea si de mica afacere pe care vreau sa mi-o fac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; -Ai insomnii?Sentimente de tristete si de goliciune?Incetinirea reactilor si a miscarilor corporale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; -Pai...insomnie inseamna cand stai cu ochii pe pereti pana la 5 dimineata?Incetinirea miscarilor inseamna ce fac eu acum ca nu reusesc sa imi inchid blugii?Mai in gluma mai in serios si cat se poate de sincer, da, le am pe toate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; -Inseamna depresie, draga mea iar in cazul tau depresia este un lucru pe care nu ti-l permiti.Ce-o fi fost in mintea sotului tau de te-a lasat si a plecat, nu stiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; -Nu mai ma intreba nimic din toate astea.Cred sincer ca pot sa imi revin.O sa fac un efort si o sa-mi revin ca doar nu oi fi singura persoana care sufera de depresie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; -Multe din femeile care vin la mine si au probleme sunt femei care sufera si care sunt pline de complexe si frustrari.In ciuda problemelor pe care mi-ai spus ca le ai, te vad un om care cat de cat stie ce vrea de la viata si care ascunde in el o putere foarte mare.Imi aduc aminte de tine cand ai venit cu cea mica in brate, sa te consult.Te-ai urcat pe masa si mi-ai spus clar si raspicat ca tu nu poti fi bolnava pt ca ai un copil de crescut.Si uite ca nu erai.Acum esti si inca ai un copil de crescut si o viata pe care sunt sigura ca vei incerca sa ti-o faci frumoasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; -Uite ca uitasem ce ti-am spus atunci, la nici o luna dupa ce nascusem.Dar si atunci eram speriata ca de bombe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; -Dar eu nu am uitat pt ca mi s-a parut impresionant sa vad atata curaj intr-o pustoaica.Cum te vezi peste 3 ani?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; -Incerci sa faci putina psihoterapie cu mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; -Sunt ginecolog dar sunt si femeie si mama si mai stiu si eu cate ceva.Hai, tu raspunde acolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; -Peste 3 ani mi se pare asa de mult dar ma vad cu Maria langa mine, asta clar.Mai ma vad lucrand, facand exact ceea ce-mi place si culmea, castigand si bani din asta si de ce nu, ma vad si avand o mica afacere a mea.Spun mica dar nu exclud si posibilitatea de a fi mare.Ma vad iesind din ceea ce sunt acum, ma vad foarte puternica si stapana pe mine si ma vad inconjurata de multi oameni.Dragi mie toti.Nu stiu cum imi vad viata sentimentala, desi stiu ce mi-ai spus legat de asta dar chiar cred ca ma agat prea tare si nu e cazul.O sa incerc sa imi ofer eu protectia de care atat am nevoie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; -Planurile tale mi se par foarte realizabile dar protectia de care ai tu nevoie nu ti-o poti oferi tu iar de lucrul acesta trebuie sa fi constienta.Este bine sa te axezi pe anumite lucruri dar nu incerca sa faci sa dispara cine esti tu cu adevarat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Cam asta a fost discutia mea cu medicul meu, o discutie placuta care m-a facut sa-mi desenez eu in mintea mea urmatorii 3 ani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Da, nu stiu ce va fi, cum va fi, habar nu am.Sunt lucruri care nu depind de mine dar exista si unele care depind si de alea voi incerca sa ma leg cat voi putea de bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Singura pe drumul asta incerc sa nu fiu pt ca am nevoie de oameni si mai ales acum dar o sa ma las inconjurata de oamenii care vor sa fie langa mine si nu de cei care o fac dintr-un fals altruism sau din "ca asa trebuie" iar eu la randul meu voi incerca sa le dau tot ce am mai bun si mai frumos in mine si voi incerca pe cat pot sa nu va dezamagesc si sa nu ma dezamagesc pe mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Suna a reclama ieftina asta cu dezamagitul dar am o prietena a caror cuvinte imi suna in minte, "m-ai dezamagit tare de tot" si stiu ca au fost momente in care nu doar pe ea am dezamagit-o iar dezamagirea ei era ca m-am dezamagit pe mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Mamaaaaaa, ce post lung am scris....daca ati reusit sa ajungeti aici inseamna ca va intereseaza cu adevarat tacanelile si miorlaiturile mele..nu de alta dar eu abia am avut rabdare sa recitesc tot ce am scris :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-1990351526780727171?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1990351526780727171/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=1990351526780727171' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1990351526780727171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1990351526780727171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/postare-lunga.html' title='postare lunga'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-9055812398897342874</id><published>2009-07-03T03:41:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T02:33:20.948+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Lume, lume...here is our new family member !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Da.Deci...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Am vrut sa scriu un post din ala lung, kind of filozofico-deprimant despre starea minunata care m-a cuprins, despre tampenie si lasitatea oamenilor si despre egoismul lor crunt pe care il ascund in spatele aparentului altruism. As mai fi vrut sa scriu despre iubirea dintre oameni, despre curaj si despre ce inseamna sa te lupti cu tot al tau pana la epuizare dar sa stii ca macar o data in viata asta a ta ai luptat. As fi vrut sa scriu despre ce vreau sa fac mai departe in drumul acesta pe care l-am ales(dar veti afla pe parcurs, nu va impacientati) si despre cata furie se ascundea in mine in urma cu doar cateva ore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dar n-am sa scriu despre nimic din toate astea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;In schimb voi scrie despre ce mi-a adus mica mea escapada pana la magazinul de jos in cautare de tutun si inghetata ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si rezultatul este..........................acesta :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Sk1WaDUg-5I/AAAAAAAAAg8/DDuFqxDz6ZY/s1600-h/IMG_7904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Sk1WaDUg-5I/AAAAAAAAAg8/DDuFqxDz6ZY/s200/IMG_7904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354030537581329298" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Oooooooooo, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dar sa facem prezentarile...Ea este Jah Jah, pentru ca Da, asa am decis eu si cu fratele meu ca se va numi.Am vrut noi sa ii spunem Shanti, Bounty si chiar Angel dar pana la urma ne-am decis ca  Jah Jah este un nume foarte potrivit pt ea.In cinstea si onoarea...ghiciti a cui? :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Era tare pricajita cand am gasit-o dar blanda de tot.Am spalat-o (in nestiinta mea) si na belea...s-au adunat toti puricii in capul ei.Si sa vezi lupta pe capul nostru cu puricii de pe ea dar si de pe noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Intr-un final, disperati am bagat-o intr-un cocktail minunat de otet si sampon (da, miroase a salata verde acum) si sa vedeti cum curgeau ei, domnii purici de pe micuta noastra pisicuta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si ca sa vedeti cat de curajoasa este sa va spun ca a suportat cu brio si o uscare cu foenul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;A inspectat bine de tot casa, a mancat iar acum sade linistita in pat.Nu stie biata ce o asteapta maine ca are programare la medic dar pana maine o lasam sa doarma in pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cam atat cu stirile de ultima ora de aici de pe Calea Mosilor.Va doresc ...ce va doresc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Ce imi doriti si voi mie si va pup....:)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-9055812398897342874?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9055812398897342874/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=9055812398897342874' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/9055812398897342874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/9055812398897342874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/lume-lumehere-is-our-new-family-member.html' title='Lume, lume...here is our new family member !!!'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/Sk1WaDUg-5I/AAAAAAAAAg8/DDuFqxDz6ZY/s72-c/IMG_7904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-1263428559942903227</id><published>2009-07-03T00:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:56:19.454+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Que tengas un buen dia, moshito ! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SnhdNqloGCA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/SnhdNqloGCA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QYaQp2nzGAI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/QYaQp2nzGAI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gawnFc2vgj8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/gawnFc2vgj8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uhOV_xbZHfs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/uhOV_xbZHfs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-1263428559942903227?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1263428559942903227/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=1263428559942903227' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1263428559942903227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1263428559942903227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/que-tengas-un-buen-dia-moshito.html' title='Que tengas un buen dia, moshito ! :)'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-1534535682282656546</id><published>2009-07-02T02:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T02:35:48.035+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>si cand imi va fi dor de ploaie....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;....imi va fi dor de astazi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;E tare frumos cand din lucrurile frumoase, ies lucruri si mai frumoase si intamplari nemaipomenite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Imi imaginez ca am un caiet frumos in fata, cu pagini colorate, ca il deschid, rememorez tot ce s-a intamplat frumos si pe paginile lui, singure se astern cuvintele iar peste ani, cand il voi deschide in fata mea se vor derula cele mai frumoase si haioase filme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sunt ani si ani in care am crezut ca traiesc si ca stiu sa ma bucur.Si stiam.In lumea mea si-n felul meu de atunci, eu stiam sa ma bucur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Astazi, cand privesc in urma si apoi in prezent, descopar ca de fapt nu am stiut nicicand cum este sa te simti cu adevarat bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cu voi, lumea pare usoara si viata in sine devine un adevarat spectacol.Si daca la asta mai adaugi si un pic din forta magica a naturii, obtii cocktail-ul perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Da, da, da...ca astazi.Parca lipsea ceva, parca mai era un ingredient de adaugat sau poate doua, pt ca pt mine au fost doua.Intai a venit vantul...oooo, da...vantul pe care eu una il iubesc atat de mult si apoi ploaia...ploaia asta binecuvantata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si daca pentru multi si poate si pt mine la inceput, gandurile s-au indreptat catre actele si telefoanele din genti si buzunare in cateva minute toate aceste ganduri au disparut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Nu mai nici un gand.Era muzica, erau prieteni si era ploaie...multa ploaie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si a fost si balaceala prin baltoace..prin toate baltoacele intalnite si rochite si bluzite si blugii si tenisii uzi...dar cui ii pasa?Si rimelul si parul...s-au dus si alea...toate in ploaie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dar cel mai mult s-au dus gandurile...La primi stropi de ploaie pe rochita mea verde au aparut si primele ganduri...la urmatorii, au aparut altele si presupun eu ca atunci cand mama ploaie a vazut ca  gandurile mele nu vor sa ma paraseasca s-a gandit sa toarne...eiii, daaaaaaa....atunci s-au dus toate...Brusc, nu mai era nimic si nimic nu mai conta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si m-am bucurat.Ca aia mici cand n-au nici o grija...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si a fost frumos.Frumos de tot si n-as schimba nimic din ce a fost si poate nici din ce va sa fie...si daca gandurile or sa ma ia din nou o sa bat la usa ploii si o voi ruga  sa toarne stropi mari peste mine...sa se duca toate, sa ma spele.Iar de va fi sa fiti si voi cu mine...si mai bine...Na, sa va spele si pe voi ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-1534535682282656546?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1534535682282656546/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=1534535682282656546' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1534535682282656546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/1534535682282656546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/si-cand-imi-va-fi-dor-de-ploaie.html' title='si cand imi va fi dor de ploaie....'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-4144272268119126788</id><published>2009-07-01T14:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:14:36.749+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>You see...the world is turning on and some things are just the way they are,just the way they are....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"I take the best words that come to my mind, the nicest melody that i can find".... sa va spun ca va iubesc si ca va multumesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Am avut un moment de bine si nu l-am gonit.L-am pastrat si am pastrat bucuria si fericirea lui, langa sufletul meu si-a fost poate cel mai bun medicament pe care l-am primit in ultima vreme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/axr5e5ys4KY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/axr5e5ys4KY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-4144272268119126788?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4144272268119126788/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=4144272268119126788' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4144272268119126788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4144272268119126788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-seethe-world-is-turning-on-and-some.html' title='You see...the world is turning on and some things are just the way they are,just the way they are....'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-5468723304644057894</id><published>2009-07-01T13:25:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:57:14.186+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii umanitare'/><title type='text'>Un blog cu sperante mari !</title><content type='html'>Andrei este un copil talentat, elev la Liceul de Arta din Ploiesti in clasa a 3 a. Studiaza pianul si este un copil ca toti copii.&lt;br /&gt;A fost diagnosticat cu &lt;strong&gt;Osteosarcom telangiectatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Acesta este blogul lui &lt;a href="http://andreidumitrescu.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://andreidumitrescu.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va rog sa-l ajutati !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-5468723304644057894?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5468723304644057894/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=5468723304644057894' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/5468723304644057894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/5468723304644057894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-blog-cu-sperante-mari.html' title='Un blog cu sperante mari !'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-2747517042849305109</id><published>2009-06-29T23:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:09:09.950+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Ce-ar fi sa razi, astazi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;De cat timp n-ai mai ras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;De cat timp n-ai mai ras cu pofta, sa te doara stomacul de ras si totusi sa nu te poti opri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sa le razi in fata nefericirilor si tristetilor....na, ca v-am șuntat [observati va rog, ca pt acest cuvant m-am chinuit sa imi trec tastatura pe lb.romana :)))) ] si astazi ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cand a fost ultima oara cand ai busit in ras ca si astazi vei intarzia la munca sau ca metroul a plecat fix cand tu ai atins ultima scara dupa ce ai alergat ca bezmeticul/ bezmetica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sau ultima data cand ai chicotit pe langa politisul care nu te-a vazut ca vb la telefon in timp ce conduci?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Ai ras vreodata in hohote pt ca ai gasit capsuni in piata...Sau inghetata ta prefarata la al 5 lea magazin in care ai intrat ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Invata !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Ia din bucuriile copiilor si razi cu ei cand se joaca cu degetele prin soare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Uita-te la cei din jurul tau si daruieste-le zambetul tau.Aduna-ti toata energia si strange toti oamenii pe care ii iubesti in brate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Danseaza prin casa, la birou, in masina sau in statia de metrou !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Canta de toate pentru toti chiar daca nu ai cea mai frumoasa voce...canta ca asa iti vine !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Intra in cel mai jalnic magazin de haine si scotoceste pana nu mai vezi bine si razi cand in sfarsit gasesti ceva ce-ti place !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Iesi afara in ploaie si lasa stropii sa curga pe tine ! Cheama-ti si cativa prieteni si alearga cu ei prin baltoace.Conteaza ca te murdaresti???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Formeaza numere stupide de telefon si spune-le oamenilor ca azi e soare si sa arunce un ochi pe geam ! Ai idee cati oameni nu observa cat de frumos este afara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Da-le sms-uri prietenilor tai si aminteste-le cat inseamna ei pt tine ! Da, streseaza-iiii !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Ofera-ti ceva timp pe saptamana ca sa stai singur tu cu tine pt ca apoi sa suni pe toata lumea sa spui cat de dor ti-a fost de ei in ora asta in care ti-ai ascultat toate gandurile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Coloreaza tot ce poti in jurul tau : hartii, pereti, haine, bijuterii....oamenii colorati raspund oamenilor colorati !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Strange-ti prietenii la tine acasa si inventeaza mancaruri care mai de care mai speciale si joaca carti...( chiar daca unii nu se pricep asa de bine :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Tipa, urla si isterizeaza-te daca vrei si apoi razi...da afara tot din tine, nu lasa nimic sa-ti strice rasul !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Iubeste...fa dragoste..fa sex...fa-le pt toate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Mananca de toate...incearca-le pe toate si ai grija de tine...nu te infometa doar de dragul de a arata bine...cine te iubeste, te iubeste asa cum esti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si mai presus de toate, ramai tu, orice ar fi.Cu amintirile tale, spaimele tale, trairile tale, iubirile, dezamagirile, implinirile dar mai ales cu rasul si zambetul tau.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-2747517042849305109?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2747517042849305109/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=2747517042849305109' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2747517042849305109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/2747517042849305109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/06/ce-ar-fi-sa-razi-astazi.html' title='Ce-ar fi sa razi, astazi?'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-646271498324144170</id><published>2009-06-29T01:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:06:43.656+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii umanitare'/><title type='text'>Sange, nu bani !</title><content type='html'>Preluat de la  &lt;a href="http://tudorchirila.blogspot.com"&gt;http://tudorchirila.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Salut,&lt;br /&gt;O colega de facultate a fost implicata intr-un accident rutier. Starea in care se afla este grava si, deoarece spitalele duc lipsa de sange, avem nevoie de cat mai multi donatori, indiferent de grupa.&lt;br /&gt;Te rog frumos sa postezi pe blog un link catre &lt;a href="http://saveana.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://saveana.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;, avem nevoie de sange, nu de bani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-646271498324144170?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/646271498324144170/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=646271498324144170' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/646271498324144170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/646271498324144170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/06/sange-nu-bani_29.html' title='Sange, nu bani !'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-7708923857422992911</id><published>2009-06-09T23:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:05:20.570+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Daca ai un moment de bine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;... de ce sa-l strici?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Asa spune un prieten de-al meu si zau, ca are dreptate ! Daca ai acel moment de bine de ce sa-l strici cu toate gandurile tale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cel mai mare dusman al omului este insa omul si toate gandurile ce-i pun stapanire pe viata si daca stau bine sa ma gandesc as putea adauga si sentimentele in categoria asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Nu toate dar unele din ele iti pot strica momentul de bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cum mi-a fost mie stricat spre exemplu in aceasta seara.Era parca prea bine.Prieteni, voie buna, ras, planuri smechere dansabile si hop top iote si datul cu bata in balta.Daca eram una care nu simtea nimic, puteam face foarte bine astractie de tampenia spusa dar uite ca nu s-a putut si uite cum fix aia pe care ii iubesti mai mult iti dau cate una cand nu te astepti.Ca e din tampenie, rautate (desi cred ca nu), stres sau orice pisicii mei o fi...iese pasarica pe gura si uite cum vorbele ranesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Imi spunea mie mama cand eram mica : gandeste de 7 ori inainte sa iti iasa ceva pe gura !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si de cate ori n-am dat cu bata in balta si cu siguranta inca o mai fac.Am invatat insa ceva : sa imi ier iertare din tot sufletul si sa nu mai repet greseala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Asta este un post nu prea filozofic.Asta este un post despre ce ma deranjeaza, incluzandu-ma si pe mine in acest cuvant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Eu ma deranjez pe mine.Eu, deprimata.Eu,emo.Eu, autodistructiva.Eu,cea care nu face nimic pt viata ei ci doar sta si plange.Eu, eu ,eu.Dar eu sunt vesela sau cel putin eram.Dar eu ma bucuram sau cel putin o faceam.Dar eu stiam intr-un timp sa fiu mandra pentru ce eram si sa lupt cu mainile goale pentru ce imi doream.Dar eu, aveam demnitate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cat de usor omoram noi oamenii frumosul din noi si din alti oameni.Cat de usor uitam momentele de bine sau ne prefacem ca nu au existat si le ucidem.Nu stim sa prelungim si nu stim sa luptam pentru ce iubim si pentru ce ne dorim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Daca pentru o clipa nu ai mai exista tu si ar exista cei din jurul tau cum ar fi?Daca pentru o clipa te-ai gandi si te-ai pune cu adevarat in pielea celui de langa tine, cum te-ai simti?Ai mai simti sa dai in el?Ai mai simti sa-l ranesti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Ranim zilnic pe cei din jurul nostru.Ranim, asa cum spunea un prieten de-al meu, inconstient sau constient.Ranim cunoscuti sau necunoscuti.Ranim.Ranim ca sa ne fie noua bine sau ca sa le fie lor bine si ne mintim ca daca am facut lucrul asta sigur la un moment dat lor le va fi bine...doar l-am facut pt binele lor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Am o prietena care stiu ca in momentul in care va citi ce scriu se va gandi ca si ea, a ranit in ultima vreme.Nu este cazul tau, draga mea prietena.Tu ai luptat cat ai putut iar suferinta provocata de tine era inevitabila.Acum, cu adevarat este timpul sa te gandesti la tine, sa spui "eu" si nu "el".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si uite asa, uneori este inevitabila ranirea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Nu pledez pentru "tu nu contezi".Ba din contra ! Tu contezi in viata asta pentru ca este viata ta.Viata ta asa cum este ea, formata din dureri si bucurii dar viata ta.Pledez si pentru ideea de "iubeste-te pe tine insuti" desi stiuuuuu ce veti spune : "tocmai tu pledezi pentru asta cand tu nu te iubesti?".Ei uite ca da, pledez pentru asta cand eu nu stiu inca sa ma iubesc pe mine suficient de mult.Incerc sa invat cum se face dar fara sa calc pe cadavrul nimanui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Nu am de gand sa fiu fericita peste morti.Vreau sa fiu fericita si sa ma iubesc peste oameni viiiiiiiiii !!!! Si vreau sa fiu fericita si sa ma iubesc inconjurata de toti oamenii care stiu sa ma iubeasca si sa lupte pentru mine fix asa cum sunt !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;And trust me, I am something !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sunt din toate cate putin si alcatuiesc un intreg iar daca tu esti atat de prost sa ma arunci la gunoi atunci stai asa, in prostia ta ! (si nu ma refer la cineva anume ci la toti cei care au facut asta de-a lungul timpului)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sunt un amalgam de sentimente, rationale si irationale.Sunt azi trista si maine bucuroasa.Sunt cea care trece prin filtrul sufletului tot si care ii ameteste pe toti cu intuitia ei.Sunt cea care vede lumea mai buna decat este.(si asta nu ma face proasta!).Sunt cea care alearga spre tine cu bratele deschise si te conduce in picioarele goale, pe gresie cand pleci la munca.Sunt cea care inventeaza tot felul de dracii ca sa nu te plictisesti langa ea.Sunt tacanita cu florile si culorile si cea care evita sa iti spuna lucruri care te-ar rani.Sunt aia care intarzie la intalniri, aia care te streseaza dar aia care iti lasa biletele pe usa, in pantofi sau pe birou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Nu sunt cea mai frumoasa femeie, nu sunt cea mai desteapta, nici cea mai inteligenta.Nu sunt cea mai buna bucatareasca, nici cea mai buna mama, nici cea mai buna prietena, nici cea mai buna fica, nici cea mai tare amanta, nici cea mai buna dansatoare, nici cea mai eleganta,nici cea mai sincera, nici cea mai curajoasa,nici cea mai ambitioasa, nici, nici , nici.....Dar pentru lumea in care traiesc si in care ma invart vreau sa fiu printre cele mai bune.Dar pentru tine, ala care imi vei fi alaturi vreau sa fiu.Nu poti?Nu te simti in stare?Esti coplesit?Te-a coplestit atata bine si atata dragoste?Te coplesesc problemele si vrei sa fugi?Fugi ca nu te opreste nimeni ! Si da, stiu ca am darul de a ramane in sufletele oamenilor pentru ca iubesc oamenii din tot sufletul si pentru ca le dau si le voi da bucatele din mine,mereu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Yo soy lo que soy y quiero que me des tu aprobación o tu olvido....clar???????&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca daca am un moment de bine...daca il voi mai avea...(spre exemplu acum nu il am ca nu mi-a venit lumina la baie, aviz amatorilor, se stiu ei care :))))) ) de ce sa-l stric si pentru ce?&lt;br /&gt;Da, viata nu e formata numai din momente de bine care trec, se duc, poate sunt uitate sau poate sunt fabricate ca sa devina momente de bine.Viata inseamna mult mai mult dar pana atunci...strangem momentele de bine, nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-7708923857422992911?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7708923857422992911/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=7708923857422992911' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/7708923857422992911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/7708923857422992911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/06/daca-ai-un-moment-de-bine.html' title='Daca ai un moment de bine...'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-2203851888149067375</id><published>2009-06-01T22:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:58:34.277+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>A 2 a leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Evo, draga....te mananc cu fulgi cu tot....draguta leapsa dar maica draga, noi semanam cam mult asa ca...hai sa ducem la capat si asta :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o lună, aş fi fost luna aprilie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o zi a săptămânii, aş fi fost sambata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o parte a zilei, aş fi fost noapte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram un animal marin, aş fi fost delfin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o direcţie, aş fi fost inainte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o virtute, aş fi fost ascultare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o personalitate istorica, aş fi fost Regina Maria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Daca eram o planetă, aş fi fost Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram un lichid, aş fi fost vin rosu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o piatra, aş fi fost onix .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o pasăre, aş fi fost pescarus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o plantă, aş fi fost iedera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram un tip de vreme, aş fi fost primavaratica....cam 23-25 de grade e perfect !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram un instrument muzical, aş fi fost chitara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o emoţie, aş fi fost fericire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram un sunet, aş fi fost sunet de pian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram un element, aş fi fost hidrogen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram un cântec, (acum) aş fi fost "Septembrie"(Aura Urziceanu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram un film, aş fi fost Dirty Dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram un serial, aş fi fost Nord si Sud. ( cu Patrick Swayze)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o carte, aş fi fost “Un veac de singuratate".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram un personaj de ficţiune, aş fi fost Zorro .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram un fel de mancare, aş fi fost tort cu ciocolata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram un gust, aş fi fost dulce-acrisor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o aromă, aş fi fost scortisoara.( si na...levantica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o culoare, aş fi fost verde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram un material, aş fi fost matase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram un cuvânt, aş fi fost speranta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o parte a corpului, aş fi fost ochi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o expresie a feţei, aş fi fost hohot de ras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o materie de şcoală, aş fi fost literatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram un personaj din desene animate, aş fi fost Printesa Lebada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o formă, aş fi fost cerc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram un număr, aş fi fost 28.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o maşină, aş fi fost un Mercedes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dacă eram o haină, aş fi fost palarie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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leapsa'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-5542593598419773597</id><published>2009-05-27T22:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:44:32.080+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>intre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; intre psihologia comunicarii si psihologia sufletului&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre noapte si zi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre ganduri bune si ganduri rele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre clipe ce stau si clipe ce alearga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre un pat gol si un suflet plin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre lupta si resemnare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre viata si moarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre ceai de tei si cafea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre lacrimi si zambete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre amintiri si uitare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre liniste si zgomot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre calea simpla si calea grea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre adevar si minciuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre frica si curaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre iubire si ura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre grija si nepasare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre o tigare si o gura de aer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;intre somn si visare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-5542593598419773597?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5542593598419773597/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=5542593598419773597' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/5542593598419773597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/5542593598419773597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/05/intre.html' title='intre'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-7563203445263421453</id><published>2009-05-25T22:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:43:01.083+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>De-as fi nor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;De-s fi nor, as lua diverse forme.Poate azi as lua forma ta, incruntata cand te supara cineva la munca si ti-as bate in geam ca sa poti zambi...de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;De-as fi nor, as alerga in jurul muntilor inalti, as da ocol dupa ocol pana cand obosita, m-as odihni pe un pisc inalt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;De-as fi nor, m-as scufunda in mare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;De-as fi nor, copiii mi-ar da cele mai nastrusnice forme si s-ar veseli tare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;De-as fi nor as face indragostitii sa zambeasca, crezand ca ma joc cu soarele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;De-as fi nor as putea sa tun si sa fulger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;De-as fi nor as putea merge repede ca o masina de formula unu sau incet, incet ca un melc plictisit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;De-as fi nor, m-as plimba pe oriunde se plimba pasii tai, te-as ghida si n-as obosi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;De-as fi nor, n-as fi singurul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dar nu sunt....Sunt cea care danseaza incet in metrou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cea pentru care uneori ziua are 72 de ore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sunt cea careia astazi ii place inghetata de ciocolata, maine bezeaua dar in fiecare zi oamenii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cea pentru care astazi lumea s-a sfarsit, dar care maine poate va stapani Universul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cea care merita si vrea mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sunt pasarea care ciripeste astazi in fata geamului tau si care maine zbora spre alte ferestre, deschise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cea careia ii plac fluturii.Poate chiar si in stomac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-7563203445263421453?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7563203445263421453/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=7563203445263421453' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/7563203445263421453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/7563203445263421453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-as-fi-nor.html' title='De-as fi nor'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-4123249459907074544</id><published>2009-05-20T11:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:19:59.293+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>99 de lucruri, stiute si nestiute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Mi s-a cerut mai demult sa scriu 99 de lucruri, stiute si nestiute de oameni...despre mine.Atunci, nu am raspuns "provocarii", mi se parea infantila.Astazi, o consider un mod bun de a incerca sa ma cunosc putin, pe mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Deci, sa purcedem :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;1. Nu-mi place sa ma descriu.Cred ca cea mai buna descriere o fac cei din jurul meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;2. Imi plac garile si imi place sa urmaresc cu privirea oamenii care se perinda prin ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;3. Imi place sentimentul de ordine si curatenie si nu pot invata decat daca este curat in casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;4. Imi plac pixurile si acuarelele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;5. Desi am o garderoba destul de eleganta, ador blugii largi, tenisii si bluzele hippie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;6. Sunt dependenta de muzica.Fiecare zi incepe cu o noua melodie pe care o voi fredona toata ziua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;7. Imi plac toate culorile, dar preferata mea este verdele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;8. Sunt obsedata de mirosuri. Drept dovada : tin minte si astazi cum mirosea bunica mea sau casa matusii mele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;9. Ador combinatiile de mirosuri din natura iar preferatul meu este cel de tei-iasomie-salcam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;10. Imi plac filmele.Toate.Mai ales cele care imi pun mintea in functiune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;11. Visez sa ma urc in tren si sa colind toata tara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;12. Imi place sa vorbesc la telefon.Mult.Pana moare telefonul.Dupa...caut incarcatorul :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;13. Am o fetita de 6 ani pe care am facut-o cand aveam 18 ani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;14. Sunt pretentioasa si am asteptari.Incercam sa schimb asta.Acum nu mai incerc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;15. Anotimpul meu preferat este primavara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;16. Imi doresc sa vad marea iarna si ma visez imbracata in alb pe plaja rece.Da, stiu...straniu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;17. Inca nu stiu ce vreau de la viata.Am niste schite pe care le-am creionat.Astept sa le si colorez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;18. Imi place muzica veche.Toata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;19.Cred in "viata de dincolo" si ca sufletele noastre s-au cunoscut inainte de a ne intalni fata in fata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;20. Imi place opera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;21. Am perioade in care dezvolt fixuri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;22. Am tendinta de a ma autodistruge.Incerc sa scap de ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;23.Imi plac bebelusii si mirosul lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;24. Vreau si o sa am o casa proiectata si decorata de mine de la zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;25. Am un scris oribil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;26. In scoala am fost la un curs de prim ajutor.Am fost un "sanitar priceput".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;27.Am invatat singura sa vorbesc spaniola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;28. Merg pe strada cu muzica data la maxim deci nu te supara daca urlii dupa mine si nu te aud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;29. Detest prostia, asa ca gandeste-te de doua ori inainte sa deschizi gura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;30. Cand eram mica mama imi spunea Nanuc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;31. Nu suport sa fiu tradata sau mintita gratuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;32.Ma bazez pe intuitie.Cand am ignorat-o am dat gres.Big mistake !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;33. Ador florile si imi doresc o gradina mare de tot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;34. Cand eram mica imi petreceam vacantele la Focsani si Brasov.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;35. Am avut o casa la Focsani pe care intr-o zi o voi recupera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;36. Una dintre temerile mele este ca nu sunt o mama buna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;37. Sunt incapatanata pana la extreme si epuizare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;38. Am momente cand sunt extrem de ambitioasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;39. Am nevoie mai mereu de garantii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;40. Cred ca prietenii se cunosc in timp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;41.Iubesc toti oamenii apropiati mie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;42.Nu am urat niciodata pe nimeni.Am vrut.Nu am reusit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;43.Imi place la nebunie sa dansez si m-am decis sa reiau cursurile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;44. Iubesc caii si imi doresc sa am unul negru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;45. Orasul meu preferat este Barcelona.(deocamdata doar asta din toate prin care am fost)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;46. Ma fascineaza strazile mici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;47. Imi plac pozele.Cred ca sunt cea mai frumoasa metoda de a-ti aminti de fericire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;48. Cand iubesc, iubesc.Altceva nu mai exista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;49.M-am indragostit prima data in clasa I.Il chema Robert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;50. Mananc aproape orice, atata timp cat arata si miroase bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;51. Stiu toate versurile formatiei El Negro pe de rost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;52. Ma urc pe pereti daca iti trece prin cap sa spui ceva rau de sus numitii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;53. Nu am stare cand stau pe loc.Nici in masina, nici in avion, nici la coafor.Imi urc picioarele pe unde apuc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;54. Imi plac vinul rosu si scortisoara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;55. Cel mai bun model pentru mine este mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;56. Sunt obsedata de pantofi, parfumuri si lumanari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;57. Imi place viteza.Cred ca voi avea o problema cand voi conduce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;58. Cand eram mica visam sa fiu medic.Am visat si cand am crescut.Am ales Comunicarea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;59. Imi place sa scriu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;60. Nu suport sa vad oamenii dragi mie tristi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;61.Uit defectele oamenilor si sunt cam naiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;62. Uneori lenesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;63. Imi place sa dorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;64. Ador diminetile de duminica cu mama la cafea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;65. Fumez cam mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;66. Imi place sa am un coltisor in casa doar al meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;67.Trebuie sa-mi respecti intimitatea ! Altfel, nu ne vom intelege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;68. Viata cu mine este grea, dar si foarte frumoasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;69. Este musai sa ma tratezi ca egalul tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;70. Vreau un om care sa ma considere nu iubirea vietii lui ci partenera vietii lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;71. Ma oftic prea repede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;72. Iubesc marea.Mai ales noaptea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;73. Imi plac surprizele si imi place sa fac surprize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;74. Am desenat cativa ani la rand.Am castigat si niste premii.Am renuntat dar sper sa ma reapuc intr-o buna zi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;75. Sunt pofticioasa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;76. Nu te certa cu mine.Daca este o problema, vino sa o discutam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;77.Cred ca una din cele mai mari jigniri pe care mi-o poate aduce un barbat este sa ma inlocuiasca cu o femeie inferioara mie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;78.Am pretentia sa imi spui fix ce gandesti, sa nu te ascunzi.Te voi respecta pana cand voi muri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;79. Vorbesc in somn.Rad si plang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;80. Mi-e frica de penibil, de singuratate si de mediocritate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;81.Nu-mi plac oamenii care stau invisible pe Yahoo pentru ca asa vor sta si in viata reala.Consider ca e mai simplu sa spui "n-am chef de vorba".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;82. Daca consideri ca fac/am facut o tampenie spune-mi clar si direct.Nu-mi plac aburelile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;83.Cea mai frumoasa zi din viata mea a fost cand am nascut-o pe fetita mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;84. Am incredere in prietenii mei si in oameni.Dar nu forta nota!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;85. Imi place sa ma consider un sprijin si un prieten de nadejde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;86. Uneori sunt snoaba si aroganta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;87. Iubesc Bucurestiul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;88. Fac colectie de palarii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;89. Cred intr-o forta magica care ne protejeaza, Dumnezeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;90. Ma intorc din drum de multe ori dar nu te baza pe asta.Se termina si benzina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;91. Multi dintre prietenii mei sunt barbati dar exista si femei in viata mea.Femei bune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;92. Gandul de a face acelasi lucru in fiecare zi/saptamana/an ma innebuneste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;93. Am momente cand daruiesc tot din mine si momente cand sunt de un egoism crunt.Daca relatia noastra a ajuns la momentul de egoism inseamna ca ti-am dat destul la un moment dat si ti-ai batut joc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;94. Se spune ca am multa imaginatie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;95. Imi plac lucrurile simple si daruite cu drag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;96. Invat sa accept ce nu pot schimba cu zambetul pe buze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;97. Recunosc ca nu ma dau batuta cu una cu doua si ca lupt pana la epuizare pentru ce vreau si iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;98. Imi place sa gatesc si sa inventez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;99.Invat sa merg cu capul sus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-4123249459907074544?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4123249459907074544/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=4123249459907074544' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4123249459907074544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4123249459907074544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/05/99-de-lucruri-stiute-si-nestiute.html' title='99 de lucruri, stiute si nestiute'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-7755271984944141603</id><published>2009-04-05T23:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:27:03.605+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;As putea sa scriu despre cat de frumoasa e vremea de afara,despre cum straluceste soarele si despre cat de frumos arata bulevardul meu de acasa.Incepe sa fie verde.As putea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;As putea sa scriu despre un spiridus care ma strange noaptea de mana si se culcuseste usor la pieptul meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;As putea sa scriu despre amintiri,despre oameni,despre momente prezente sau despre clipe ce au sa vie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;As putea.... dar n-am sa o fac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sunt secunde si ore pe care ai vrea sa opresti doar pt tine.Sunt minute si zile pe care daca ai putea le-ai impietri.Sa raman asa.Ele cu tine si tu cu ele.Sunt...si daca ai putea ai face-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dar viata merge si secundele,minutele si orele raman in urma.Se duc si se transforma in amintiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Le rememorezi la o tigare si un pahar de cola si zambesti.Amar sau dulce.Dupa caz.Ca la cafea.Amara sau dulce.Ca la limonada.Cu apa plata sau minerala.Dupa caz.Dupa om.Dupa placerea fiecaruia.Dupa chef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Azi n-am chef.Azi n-am chef de nimic.Nici de cumparaturi,nici de povesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Azi as avea chef de tolanit pe o iarba.Verde,verde si moale.Sa-mi bazaie o ganganie pe la ureche,sa adie vantul peste fata mea,sa miros aerul.Sa deschid o carte si sa o inchid imediat.Sa par intelectuala pe o iarba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Azi as avea chef sa n-am chef.De nimeni si de nimic.A nu se intelege gresit....ii iubesc pe toti din jurul meu dar exista momente cand n-ai chef....ai chef doar de tine si nici macar de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Ai chef sa nu-ti mai simti cheful,sa zaci uitat de lume.Sa simti cum corpul ti se inmoaie,cum capul ti se relaxeaza,cum gandurile fug si e liniste.E liniste totala in tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Apoi,sa te ridici....sa te dai pe tine inapoi lumii,oamenilor si secundelor,minutelor si orelor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dar azi...azi n-am chef...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-7755271984944141603?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7755271984944141603/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=7755271984944141603' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/7755271984944141603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/7755271984944141603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-putea-sa-scriu-despre-cat-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-2899013872046021482</id><published>2009-03-05T16:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:18:53.377+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>Definitia unui strigat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"Ti-as spune ceva,&lt;br /&gt;despre noi,&lt;br /&gt;despre zapada de-afara,&lt;br /&gt;despre dragostea mea.&lt;br /&gt;Ti-as spune ceva,&lt;br /&gt;orice,&lt;br /&gt;numai sa nu creasca iarba tacerii intre noi.&lt;br /&gt;Ti-as spune ceva,&lt;br /&gt;ce-ai stiut,&lt;br /&gt;sau ce stiu,&lt;br /&gt;dar a-nceput sa creasca iarba tacerii intre noi&lt;br /&gt;si s-au ratacit sunetele din cuvantul tarziu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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strigat'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-4921429111617153127</id><published>2009-02-22T16:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:15:12.736+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>"zile regale"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Povestile sunt pentru a fi citite nu transpuse asa cum de multe ori ne imaginam.Incercam sa ne regasim in printesa cu rochita alb/roz,prigonita de toti dar inzestrata cu destul de mult curaj pentru a tine piept unei lumi intregi si pentru a-si gasi minunatul print pe cal alb.Alteori ne identificam in Ea care-l asteapta pe El, calma si blajina si resemnata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sunt frumoase povestile.Pentru visatori si pentru copii.Sunt frumoase pentru ca sunt pline de inocenta unei lumi imaginare,fantasmagorice dar atata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Inchizi cartea,o atingi cu palma de parca ai vrea sa ti se imprime ceva din gustul dulce al "au trait fericiti pana la adanci batraneti",oftezi usor si te ridici din pat tragand usor cu ochiul la inocenta care se afla langa tine si care deja viseaza norisori pufosi si printese balerine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Te trece un fior rece pe sira spinarii si te gandesti ca peste foarte putin timp si inocenta asta va cunoaste lumea pe care tu deja o stii prea bine.Ai vrea sa mai stea asa putin,sa mai viseze si lumea ei sa fie fara de pata.Dar stii ca este imposibil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Te rogi de zile sa mai stea.Sa nu plece pentru ca iti este bine.Iti este bine cu oameni in jurul tau si te simti in siguranta.Esti constienta ca orice inceput are un sfarsit,ca dupa orice sarbatoare vin si zilele de munca,ca dupa noapte vine zi dar totusi ai vrea sa poti ingheta timpul.Sa stea asa ca e bine.Ti-e bine asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Uite un gand egoist.Tie iti este bine.Dar celorlalti?Nu te gandesti si presupui ca si lor langa tine le este la fel de bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Te joci si razi si te bucuri si pentru cateva clipe esti iar copil.Pentru cateva clipe fugare doar pentru ca in joaca ta intervin gandurile de om matur.Dar nu conteaza.Tu te joci in continuuare si iti este bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Te asteapta drumuri lungi de facut si clipe presarate cu ganduri intense multe dintre ele amare.Poti gasi in toata amaraciunea si o gura de dulceata?Esti capabil sa dai la o parte ce este rau si sa incerci sa privesti spre bine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si te intrebi ce este bine?Bine cum crede sufletul tau ca este bine.Ai vrea sa strigi "gaaaarrrziiiiii" si sa apara un cavaler magic care cu un sigur gest al mainii sa-ti ia toata amaraciunea aia si toate gandurile tale rele care au incoltit.Frumos ar fi!Dar daca cavalerul ai fi chiar tu?Daca te-ai costuma si cu un singur gest al mainii tale ti-ai schimba intreaba existenta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dragute ganduri imi vin si mie la ora asta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Mai bine m-as apuca din nou de curatenie visand la "zile regale" in care nu exista griji ci doar ras si voie buna si cantec si mancare gustoasa si dragoste multa si inocenta si mangaieri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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regale&quot;'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-3068477413422167831</id><published>2009-02-13T22:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:12:26.148+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'>Hai ca va armonizez eu !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;M-am tot plimbat zilele astea pe bloguri.Care mai de care mai colorate sau nu...care mai de care cu posturi mai lamentabile(ca al meu!!!) sau nu....care mai de care mai realiste sau nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Fiecare scrie ce ii debiteaza creierasul,fiecare se ia de ce il deranjeaza sau nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Spre exemplu:cica orgasmul la femei.E clar ca domnul care a scris acest minunat post are niste dureri(or fi de la prostata prematura?)si trebuie sa ni le impartaseasca si noua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Nu cred ca va citit vreodata mesajul meu de aici(desi i l-as da dar cred ca este inutil)dar tin sa-mi dau si eu tampeniile afara si iote ce mi-a debitat neuronul care se plictiseste: Esti un frustrat si probabil in viata vietiilor tale nu ai satisfacut vreodata o femeie!Fraiere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Hai sa dam vina pe femei...Ca una are orgasm daca sta pe perete,alta daca o pui in 4 labe,alta daca ii stimulezi nu stiu ce,alta daca ii soptesti la ureche si tot asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Da,mah!Noi suntem vinovate ca nu aveti voi prezenta de spirit si ca nu va duce capul sa va mulati pe partenera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Ca noua ne e usor rau cu voi!!!Voi nu aveti puncte de nu stiu care...voi nu aveti pozitii preferate pe care vreti cu disperare sa le puneti in aplicare sau sexul oral...Auzi bai..cica daca ai facut o data unui barbat le-ai facut la toti.Deci esti deja licentiata.Ei da-te-n colo!!! Pe cuvant?Riliii rilii ca asa e?Ba inseamna ca io oi fi mai proasta ca nu mi se pare chiar asa.Zau!Mie mi se pare diferit de fiecare data.Sa fie oare pt ca eu consider in stupizenia mea ca fiecare persoana e speciala in felul ei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si revenind la frustratul nostru mai spune el acolo ca e greu sa-ti dai seama cand o femeie are sau nu orgasm.Hahaha!No zau ca esti vita pe plita incinsa frate.Pai te lauzi ca ai avut zeci de femei da nu iti dai seama inca cum se manifesta orgasmul la femei?Una strange din coapse...una urla ca disperata(bravo ei!)...pe alta o apuca plansul...alta strange din perna si tot asa...Important este sa te mai holbezi si la fata ei din cand in cand...Sau tu ii pui perna pe fata cand faci sex cu ea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cam atata despre acest minunat exemplar al zilelelor noastre.Doamne,ce mandra sunt ca traiesc in aceeasi epoca cu el!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Revenind la lucruri mai dragute(desi nu stiu ce ar putea scoate mintea mea dragut in acest moment...e lenesa rau...e in stand by) sa va impartasesc un mesaj publicitar pe care il tot aud la radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Reclama este la revista Super Bebe si zice ceva de genul...Cititi Super Bebe ca sa deveniti Super Parinti...numai cine citeste Super Bebe va deveni Super Parinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Ei nu zau?Sa muriti voi mah ca asa e???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Adica ma jigniti asa,direct, pe fata(fatza,ca am fost corectata mai devreme)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Deci eu nu sunt un Super Parinte pt ca nu citesc Super Bebe????Ooooooooooooo,nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...va roggggggg....va implor....mila si indurare!!!Gata, gata...ma abonez...nu de alta dar sa posede si Mariuca o Super Mama care citeste Super Bebe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Traiasca prostia si sa traim noi care dam curs imbecilitatilor de genul asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Azi am draci.Da,jur ca am niste draci de nu ii pot scoate de mine.Grrrr...sunt posedata!!!!Aruncati cu usturoi pe mine ca ma crizez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cica Valentine Day...Mumu!Mars mai de aici cu porcaria asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Na, ca ma prinsese si pe mine acum ceva timp.Era asa...cica dragut...roz si cadouri si seara romantica in 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Adica io am nevoie de o zi speciala in care sa-i spun iubitului meu ca il iubesc,sa-i fac un cadou si sa petrec o seara romantica cu el...Iar el,bietul tre sa alerge dupa flori,cadouri(si daca nu-l gaseste pe ala potrivit sa intre in fibrilatii bietul de el si sa se teama ca il asteapta o tigaie in cap acasa si reprosuri in categoria "nu-ti pasa de mine","nu ma iubesti","o zi pe an si nici pe asta nu o iei in serios")si sa-si chinuie creierasul cu o declaratie de dragoste care sa ma dea pe spate(hai, nu pe spate ca ma doare rau acum da sa ma dea pe ceva..intelegeti voi).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Ai, Doamne,cat sadism!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Ma lepad ce rahatul asta cu Ziua Indragostitilor-sarbatoare de rahat,inventata de niste oameni de rahat care nu stiu ce sa mai inventeze ca sa vanda toate porcariile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;(Daca as fi barbat cred ca nici nu mi s-ar mai scula dupa ce as fi petrecut o zi intreaga prin magazine sa-i caut iubitei mele ceva special pt Ziua Indragostitilor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Stiu,o sa ziceti ca sunt ca vulpea care nu ajunge la struguri..si ca probabil astea sunt cuvinte de femeie singura care nu va avea cu cine sa petreaca Ziua Indragostitior.Ei,iote ca va inselati.In primul rand o sa o petrec cu fetita mea..in al 2 lea rand as putea sa o petrec si eu prin magazine cautand de nebuna un cadou sau gandindu-ma ce sa gatesc la cina romantica care sa-l dea gata pe omul pe care il iubesc.Da, n-am chef! Am chef sa primesc cadouri fara zile speciale,si flori si cine romantice in orice zi banala a saptamanii care sa ma deconecteze de la rahatul de cotidian in care traim.Punct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Aaaaa...da...vroiam sa mai scriu ceva...Am un prieten(la care tin foarte mult) care se intreaba de ce e asa nasol sa fi idealist?Pai hai ca I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU :Idealisti mor!Crapa!Repede chiar!Pt ca nu exista perfectiune pe lumea asta pt ca noi suntem niste imperfecti.Te accepti asa cum esti sau nu.Simplu.Iar lucrurile misto tin putin pt ca asa vrei tu.Lucrurile tin cat vrei tu si cum vrei tu.La fel de simplu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;In loc sa ne bucuram de fiecare clipa cum e ..asa imperfecta cum e hai mai bine sa incercam sa cautam idealul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Nu-ti convine ce a iesit..nu-i nimic..mergi mai departe..pe drum drept sau serpuit.Tu ti-l construiesti singurel asa cum tu decizi de fel de oameni ai langa tine..in umbra sau nu,prosti sau destepti,veseli sau tristi.Si am si aici un ceva de adaugat.Iti alegi sa zicem un om destept(dupa standardele si valorile stabilite de tine).Oooo..si ala va avea momente in care va fi prost de pute,trist de o sa stea cu lama pe vena sau pur si simplu cu chef de umbra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Hai ca am scris numai tampenii azi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Pa si pusi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-3068477413422167831?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3068477413422167831/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=3068477413422167831' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/3068477413422167831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/3068477413422167831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/02/hai-ca-va-armonizez-eu.html' title='Hai ca va armonizez eu !'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-5296582470670059745</id><published>2009-02-04T10:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:10:14.115+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'>conversatie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; - O sa astepti sa mai cresc un pic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Daca nu ma plictisesc,da.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Fara tine sunt nefericita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Las’ ca-ti trece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - O sa ne iubim asa cum iti doresti, atunci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Stii tu oare cum imi doresc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Linistit, fara cuvinte, cu detasare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Stii tu sa iubesti asa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Ma inveti tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    -Nu mai am rabdare, dar te astept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Ce faci acum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Tac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - De ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    -Privesc poza ta….langa a mea. O vezi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Nu. Nu pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Bine, lasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Mi-e frig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Mi-esti draga ca ti-e frig tot timpul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Serios?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    -Te-as saruta…..mi-e dor de tine…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Stii tu ce-i dorul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - O durere de stomac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Poate…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Ai sa vii la mine ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Cand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Cand o sa vrei tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Peste cateva luni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - De ce atunci?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Asa…tu nu intelegi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Adica niciodata…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    - Nu stiu, taci!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    Ea nu a inteles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    Iar el...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    El nu a vrut sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    astepte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-5296582470670059745?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5296582470670059745/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=5296582470670059745' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/5296582470670059745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/5296582470670059745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/2009/02/conversatie.html' title='conversatie'/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-6809097837125108240</id><published>2009-02-03T03:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:08:19.262+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii cu voie buna'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Imi plac strazile mici si lucrurile vechi si mirosul de levantica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Imi plac zilele fierbinti de vara in care ploua torential si mirosul de iarba proaspata si cu talpile goale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Imi plac prajiturile si ciocolata si scortisoara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Imi place marea si linistea din varf de munte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Imi plac hainele si cumparaturile.(cand am bani sa dau iama in magazine :))) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Imi place muzica.Toata.Buna sa fie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Cafeaua.Inghetata.Pantalonii largi.Mirosurile frumoase.Florile.Pensula.Aparatul foto.Alb si negru.Mancarea de acasa.Leneveala.Stresul.Autismul meu.Vinul rosu.Dans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Imi plac toate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Visez mult.In culori sau alb si negru.Visez cand dorm sau cu ochii deschisi.Visez pt ca imi place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Visez ca se poate,visez pt ca vreau si incerc sa decupez aprecieri(pt ca am nevoie).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Ma intristez si ma bucur repede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Ma mint singura si refuz sa vad realitatea.De multe ori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Imi doresc.Multe dar putine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; O casa,o familie,liniste dar si agitatie(oare se poate?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Incerc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Sa nu mai ma mint.Sa visez mai putin.Sa stau in realitate mai mult.Sa ma intristez mai putin,sa ma bucur mai mult.Sa nu-mi mai fie frica.Sa binecuvantez fiecare clipa.Sa am mai multa grija de mine(greu,greu!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Am simtit pe propria-mi piele cata putere poate un om sa capete in situatii extreme.Am simtit cum intr-un timp scurt te incearca zeci de sentimente.Am vazut cata putere iti da frica.Ciudat,dar frica iti poate da putere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Am vazut cum in cateva secunde se poate duce pe apa sambetei tot ce ai si mai rau cum ii poti pierde pe cei dragi tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Si am simtit cum ca exista cineva,acolo Sus poate, care are grija de tine.Simplu.Fara cuvinte pompoase in a incerca sa exprim ce simt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Am mai vazut ce inseamna oamenii de langa tine, puterea sufletului lor si grija lor pt tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Poti trai singur dar mai bine-i sa nu.E mai bine cu oameni langa tine.E bine cu sufletele lor langa tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>Nane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07621394090703476804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-pn7z1o6Uo/S42_p9UoV4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/VZBggtsK5cY/S220/loc+de+refugiu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9112712195339654788.post-4288183721160601728</id><published>2009-01-24T16:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:03:38.186+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palarii filozofice'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; Hai sa numaram secunde ca sa dea minute,minute ca sa dea ore si sa fie liniste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ia sa vedem ce iese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ce se ascunde in spatele secundelor,minutelor,orelor in care nu ai vorbit?In care a fost liniste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ganduri.Multe ganduri.Ganduri mintite,ganduri de adevar,ganduri de visare,ganduri de melancolie,ganduri de trecut si ganduri de viitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ganduri ca ale mele,cele de acum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Nici vorba sa scriu iar despre stari nesfarsite de neliniste,despre ingrijorari,frustrari sau complexe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;As putea sa scriu despre sensul vietii,despre starea financiara,legea aia care a innebunit o intreaga populatie(nici vorba sa se gandeasca romanii la ce inseamna cu adevarat dreptul la intimitate.Ce ne ingrijoreaza de fapt este ca nu stiu cine ar putea afla despre planurile noastre marete de a face nu stiu ce si nu stiu cum incercand sa fentam ceva,un stat,o societate sau ca cine stie ar putea afla ca x si-a facut de cap cu y pe la spatele lui a),despre rochita mea de casnica cu decolteu ingrijorator care din cand in cand se mai desface,despre cartofii mei copti din cuptor care incearca sa se coaca de vreo ora si tot asa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Oho!Despre cate as putea sa scriu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dar uite ca nu voi scrie despre nimic din toate astea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;In ce masura deciziile pe care le luam ii afecteaza pe cei din jurul nostru?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Pornim de la faptul ca suntem stapani pe viata noastra.Facem totul dupa cum ne duce pe noi mintea sau sufletul(fiecare dupa ce ii dicteaza mai tare).Apoi,apar cei din jurul nostru iar deciziile ne sunt influentate de ei sau de diversitatea de situatii in care suntem pusi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Brusc,nu mai suntem stapani pe viata si pe deciziile noastre pt ca nu vrem ca prietenul nu stiu care sa sufere,mama,tata,iubitul,copilul si tot asa.Sirul este lung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Deci,ideea de la care am pornit cum ca suntem stapani pe viata noastra devine falsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Cat ne costa sa ne asumam grija propriilor vise,decizii si dorinte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Cat ne costa sa ne imaginam o balanta si ca unul din talere este viata ta,a ta si a nimanui altcuiva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Realizam oare cat de scurta este viata si cat de mult merita traita moment cu moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Stiu ca teoretic totul este foarte usor de spus si ca imaginea de lup moralist nu mi se potriveste foarte bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Incerc sa-mi pun ordine in ganduri,apoi in suflet,apoi in viata si step by step poate sa si reusesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Nu propovaduiesc iertari divine,world peace,salvati mistretii si chestii din astea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Imi doresc pt mine si pt cei dragi mie liniste sufleteasca si dragoste pt sine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Iubeste-te pe tine ca sa-i poti iubi pe cei din jur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Buna asta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Recunosc cu regret ca nu ma iubesc inca destul,ca sunt rea cu mine dar ca incerc sa nu mai fiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Pot sa-i promit lui maine ca voi incerca sa ma plac asa cum sunt si sa nu mai iau greutatile lumii pe umerii mei ca nu sunt mama ranitilor in pijamaluta neagra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;La urma urmei,fiecare (ca si mine) este responsabil de propiile alegeri si decizii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Conteaza consecventa,nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9112712195339654788-4288183721160601728?l=ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ganduricupalarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4288183721160601728/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9112712195339654788&amp;postID=4288183721160601728' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9112712195339654788/posts/default/4288183721160601728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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