<?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-956535439571476439</id><updated>2011-12-12T15:01:12.164+02:00</updated><category term='clipuri'/><category term='altceva decat obisnuit'/><category term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Hope for the Hopeless</title><subtitle type='html'>Titlu inspirat de 'A Fine Frenzy'</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-6364641683663574192</id><published>2011-12-03T22:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:25:01.385+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Camera cu amintiri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tarziu...nu am mai scris de mult..insa un&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0212712/" target="_blank"&gt; film&lt;/a&gt;, urmat de un simplu cuvant...o intamplare...mi-a deschis Cutia Pandorei. Acel fisier inchis cu lacat si ascuns undeva adanc in mintea mea a fost scuturat de praf pentru o clipa...si lacatul ruginit de ani s-a spart....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mi-am amintit o noapte de vara...ora 2...cand inca eram acasa...trezita din somnul agitat de un apel nocturn..de la un numar sters candva din agenda, insa foarte familiar...o revenire la fericirea distrusa ce a fost odata. Oare de ce mi-am amintit asta acum? De ce acel simplu moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZifpUvgA_IM/TtqFMuQnrOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/x8Ugb79xeOg/s1600/DSC03297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZifpUvgA_IM/TtqFMuQnrOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/x8Ugb79xeOg/s320/DSC03297.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Un val de tristete mi s-a asternut pe chip acum...vreau sa scap de el...asa ca scriu aceste randuri...sau poate o sa urc pe un munte, o sa caut un copac...o sa fac o scobitura in scoarta lui...o sa soptesc secretul acolo si apoi il acopar cu pamant....pentru a fi doar intre mine si el. Astfel nimeni nu il va afla. Atat de tarziu si totusi...totul e clar in mintea mea...valuri furtunoase de amintiri se revarsa peste maluri....inghit pamantul...o noapte de carti....porunci traznite....primele pahare de tequila...ora 4 dimineata....ora 11....prea tarziu..sau prea devreme...ma macina amintirea. Si totusi nu e nimic, decat praf de stele calatoare...stele care mor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-6364641683663574192?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/6364641683663574192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=6364641683663574192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6364641683663574192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6364641683663574192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2011/12/camera-cu-amintiri.html' title='Camera cu amintiri'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZifpUvgA_IM/TtqFMuQnrOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/x8Ugb79xeOg/s72-c/DSC03297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-3613243646360402489</id><published>2011-09-03T11:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T11:38:19.541+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>I'll be there for you (Bon Jovi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="420" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/aZp3SEnR5y0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/aZp3SEnR5y0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time you're really leaving&lt;br /&gt;I heard your suitcase say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Well as my broken heart lies bleeding&lt;br /&gt;You say true love, it's suicide&lt;br /&gt;You say you've cried a thousand rivers&lt;br /&gt;And now you're swimming for the shore&lt;br /&gt;You left me drowning in my tears&lt;br /&gt;And you won't save me anymore&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God you'll give me one more chance, girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know we're had some good times&lt;br /&gt;Now they have their own hiding place&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But I can't buy back yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And Baby you know my hands are dirty&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to be your valentine&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby&lt;br /&gt;When you get drunk, I'll be the wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wasn't there when you were happy&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't there when you were down&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to miss your birthday, baby&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd seen you blow those candles out&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd dïe for you&lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-3613243646360402489?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/3613243646360402489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-470646174398236974</id><published>2011-09-03T11:31:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T11:32:21.280+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Dor de doi</title><content type='html'>Ratacite ganduri alearga peste valuri,&lt;br /&gt;Prin nuferi de cristal eu ma ascund de tine...&lt;br /&gt;Plutind in barca goala ma-ndepartez de maluri;&lt;br /&gt;Te caut, te resping, te vreau iar langa mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te privesc cuminte cum tu respiri adanc&lt;br /&gt;In somnul singuratic, in vraja cufundat,&lt;br /&gt;Te mangaie incet sarutul tremurand&lt;br /&gt;Ca lacrima de roua pe-un trandafir curat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tresari visandu-mi mana-n mana ta tinand,&lt;br /&gt;Iara eu picur dorul de tine-n calda noapte...&lt;br /&gt;Tu nu mai esti aici...dar tu mereu in gand,&lt;br /&gt;Luandu-ma in brate, imi spui povesti in soapte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar ma trezesc in noapte in aerul polar,&lt;br /&gt;Tremur sub ochii Lunii, in veac singuratate...&lt;br /&gt;Tanjesc in intuneric dupa sarut Solar...&lt;br /&gt;Plecand din asta lume, de tine mai aproape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T5qbtu1-2ns/TmHltt6QZuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2kdFxbo8Yv8/s1600/DSC02346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T5qbtu1-2ns/TmHltt6QZuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2kdFxbo8Yv8/s320/DSC02346.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/956535439571476439-470646174398236974?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T5qbtu1-2ns/TmHltt6QZuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2kdFxbo8Yv8/s72-c/DSC02346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-6735601756032615694</id><published>2011-05-12T16:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:49:38.012+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Something....I donno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9fpP9T9PNQ/TcvfHYBeI6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/21l8qI0U9iI/s1600/DSC00684a1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9fpP9T9PNQ/TcvfHYBeI6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/21l8qI0U9iI/s320/DSC00684a1.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; Un rand trecut prin pietrele de mare,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucind un verde albastrui fantastic,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se schimba in imagini calatoare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Si-ntr-un ravas plutind in sticla ta de plastic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pierdute vorbe dulci ca de cirese-amare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se ratacesc prin pietre, prin valuri si prin sare...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Salveaza-le din nou din visul noptii,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa le soptesti incet cand vii in umbra portii.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mi-e dor, te vreau, te strang la pieptul cald...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Si simt nisipul ud din palma dreapta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Purtat de timp, ca vantul mugurii de fag,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Formand o mare in desert c-o soapta...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&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/956535439571476439-6735601756032615694?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/6735601756032615694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AzoO3BpCj70/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-6662687530309246983</id><published>2011-03-30T11:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T11:51:13.305+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Sing for Absolution (Muse)</title><content type='html'>Un fel de....declaratie de dragoste sau de adio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4dHMNSwH3k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4dHMNSwH3k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips are turning blue&lt;br /&gt;A kiss that can't renew&lt;br /&gt;I only dream of you&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip toe to your room&lt;br /&gt;A starlight in the gloom&lt;br /&gt;I only dream of you&lt;br /&gt;And you never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing for absolution&lt;br /&gt;I will be singing&lt;br /&gt;And falling from your grace&lt;br /&gt;ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere left to hide&lt;br /&gt;In no one to confide&lt;br /&gt;The truth burns deep inside&lt;br /&gt;And will never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips are turning blue&lt;br /&gt;A kiss that can't renew&lt;br /&gt;I only dream of you&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing for absolution&lt;br /&gt;I will be singing&lt;br /&gt;Falling from your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing for absolution&lt;br /&gt;I will be singing&lt;br /&gt;Falling from your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wrongs remain unrectified&lt;br /&gt;And our souls won't be exhumed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-6662687530309246983?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/6662687530309246983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=6662687530309246983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6662687530309246983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6662687530309246983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2011/03/sing-for-absolution-muse.html' title='Sing for Absolution (Muse)'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-3825196498911835332</id><published>2011-03-30T11:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T11:48:04.225+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>"Declaratii de dragoste sau de adio"</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pp0R6FifFxI/TZLtWtk78MI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Mccyb-W2D7g/s1600/DSC00713a1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pp0R6FifFxI/TZLtWtk78MI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Mccyb-W2D7g/s320/DSC00713a1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tanjesc dupa sarutul tau cum Luna tanjeste dupa Soare...cum plaja goala plange valuri dupa mare.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imensitatea lipsei din inima ta e precum negrul absolut in univers etern...Dragostea mea pentru tine lumineaza ca o stea in ceasul mortii...mai fierbinte decat focul vulcanic; mai rece decat aerul polar; mai intunecata decat abisul oceanic...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iubesc umbra din spatele tau si incerc sa o ating precum Soarele la apus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In neantul existential al imbratisarii mele tu te cutremuri privind spre absolut...Teama de etern respunge bratele mele calduroase si se intoarce spre profanul marginit de soarta...Asa ai pierdut totul.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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adio&quot;'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pp0R6FifFxI/TZLtWtk78MI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Mccyb-W2D7g/s72-c/DSC00713a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-418601996021575920</id><published>2011-03-28T12:36:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:38:02.612+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Furtuna de nisip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eayHMueG1Qw/TZBV36wq5YI/AAAAAAAAAOM/33zcbK5k6B0/s1600/DSC01456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eayHMueG1Qw/TZBV36wq5YI/AAAAAAAAAOM/33zcbK5k6B0/s320/DSC01456.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E noapte. E tarziu...prea tarziu pentru plimbari prin parc. Sunt doar eu si umbra lasata de felinarele electrice. Umbra ma paraseste uneori in locuri intunecate, pentru a-mi invinge teama.&lt;br /&gt;"Pot si singura"...mereu spun asta. Dar oare chiar cred ca pot? Inca merg, pasii purtandu-ma tot mai departe, spre marele intuneric. Lumina e din ce in ce mai slaba...am inceput sa o uit. Tot ce imi ramane sunt visele si sunetul pasilor...&lt;br /&gt;Din cand in cand imi aud respiratia, pulsul crescut se zbate sa ma determine sa ma intorc, insa nu ma opresc, nu privesc inapoi de teama sa nu renunt la tinta...&lt;br /&gt;De fapt, de ce mi-e teama?&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca mi-e teama sa nu ma intorc din viitor spre trecut, fie si o privire scurta aruncata...si as distruge castelul de nisip construit cu greu ca un val ce se intoarce in mare.&lt;br /&gt;Ce am construit? Castelul sunt eu...nisipul e format din celulele mele iar poarta de intoarcere e inima mea...o scoica. Sa fie goala sau e inca vie? Va da nastere unei perle? Nisipul e negru, vulcanic... scoica e de un alb pur, neatinsa de vreme, de intuneric.&lt;br /&gt;Spre ce ma indrept? Castelul poate tine piept furtunii ce se vede in zare? Intunericul sunt norii coborati in mare...capul blond al Soarelui incearca sa razbata...dar in zadar.&lt;br /&gt;Unde e Luna?&lt;br /&gt;Felinarele s-au terminat demult, nu-mi sunt de ajuns... Luna e noua, de nedeslusit...insa o pot simti...imi este ghid in noapte... Lumina in intuneric...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-418601996021575920?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/418601996021575920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=418601996021575920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/418601996021575920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/418601996021575920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2011/03/cer-negru-ca-o-sclipire-de-petala.html' title='Furtuna de nisip'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eayHMueG1Qw/TZBV36wq5YI/AAAAAAAAAOM/33zcbK5k6B0/s72-c/DSC01456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-6013405220399134332</id><published>2011-03-28T12:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:11:01.664+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Limit to your love (James Blake)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oOT2-OTebx0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oOT2-OTebx0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a limit to your love&lt;br /&gt;Like a waterfall in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;Like a map with no ocean&lt;br /&gt;There's a limit to your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love, your love, your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a limit to you care&lt;br /&gt;So carelessly there, is it truth or dare&lt;br /&gt;There's a limit to your care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a limit to your love&lt;br /&gt;Like a waterfall in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;Like a map with no ocean&lt;br /&gt;There's a limit to your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love, your love, your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a limit to you care&lt;br /&gt;So carelessly there, is it truth or dare&lt;br /&gt;There's a limit to your care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-6013405220399134332?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/6013405220399134332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=6013405220399134332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6013405220399134332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6013405220399134332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2011/03/limit-to-your-love-james-blake.html' title='Limit to your love (James Blake)'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-4292533538551717077</id><published>2011-02-13T21:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:09:50.866+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>I just wanna Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iy4mXZN1Zzk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iy4mXZN1Zzk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna contact the living.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand,&lt;br /&gt;This role I’ve been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and talk to God&lt;br /&gt;And he just laughs at my plans,&lt;br /&gt;My head speaks a language, I don’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the home that I live in.&lt;br /&gt;’cause I got too much life,&lt;br /&gt;Running through my veins, going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna die,&lt;br /&gt;But I ain’t keen on living either.&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;I’m preparing to leave her.&lt;br /&gt;I scare myself to death,&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I keep on running.&lt;br /&gt;Before I’ve arrived, I can see myself coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the home that I live in.&lt;br /&gt;’cause I got too much life,&lt;br /&gt;Running through my veins, going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to feel, real love&lt;br /&gt;And a life ever after.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the home that I live in,&lt;br /&gt;I got too much love,&lt;br /&gt;Running through my veins, going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love,&lt;br /&gt;In a life ever after&lt;br /&gt;There’s a hole in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;You can see it in my face, it’s a real big place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna contact the living,&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand,&lt;br /&gt;This role I’ve been given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-4292533538551717077?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/4292533538551717077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=4292533538551717077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4292533538551717077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4292533538551717077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-wanna-feel.html' title='I just wanna Feel'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-7079897554648687588</id><published>2011-02-13T20:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:48:28.868+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Calator in timp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ4xUrl651c/TVgnFJKDPvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/odV4c8di3o8/s1600/altceva+new..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ4xUrl651c/TVgnFJKDPvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/odV4c8di3o8/s320/altceva+new..jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Orice poveste incepe cu "a fost odata ca niciodata"...insa povestea mea nu e singulara... A fost odata cum a mai fost si altadata...o tanara domnita inchisa in turnul inconjurat de foc. Balauri negri arunca cu jaratec spre geamul deschis al fetei, si umplu camera cu negura si fum. Imaginea apocaliptica a nemiloasei sorti se revarsa sub forma de vis din inconstientul meu....Subconstientul e puntea, e calea de salvare a tinerei din turn, trecuta peste focuri si ghiarele de smoala. Dar e atat de greu... nici o scara, nici o punte, nici un pod de nori albastri pestea marea de jaratec. Si tot ce vrea sa faca e sa ajunga la lumina ce o atrage atat de mult de partea cealalta.&lt;br /&gt;Totul e vis de noapte, scaldat in lacrimi fierbinti pe obrajii adormiti.Totul e vis ce se repeta sub forme diverse pentru a scoate din inconstient, din acel cufar inchis cu lacat, adevaratele vise, adevaratele cuvinte ce se vor rostite, dar blocate de sentimentul judecatii venite din profan. Superficialitatea gandurilor exprimate si a cuvintelor rostite nu face decat sa indeparteze tot mai mult esenta de aparenta, viitorul de prezent, amintirile de trecut.&lt;br /&gt;Calator e gandul nerostit, ce zbiara mut spre sufletul din mine....sa se elibereze din lanturile indestructibile la prima vedere. Dar simt....simt ca ceva lipseste, ceva se zbate pentru libertate, insa indoctrinarea si conservatorismul pun piedici sumbre viitorului nedefinit. Inchizitia gandirii lasa cicatrici in constient, luand de la pieptul naturii mele adevaratele valori.&lt;br /&gt;Cuvintele sunt grele, rostite fara inteles, fara legatura, fara sens aparent, dar cu esenta tare. Paradisul valorilor e lumina neatinsa, indepartata de rostul vietii cotidiene.&lt;br /&gt;Ma pierd pe mine, invaluita in fum si neguri, inconjurata de balauri numiti oameni, multimea agitata din lumea noastra, stresata, bolnava, constransa de prejudecati si forme fara fond. Turnul e constientul meu ce poarta o lupta cu inconstientul pentru a ma tine prizoniera in propria-mi conditie. Domnita nu sunt eu.....ci doar o plasmuire a imaginatiei mele. E parte din mine, ca toate celelalte.&lt;br /&gt;Povestea e repetitiva, e pentru totdeauna...e atemporala. Salvarea esti tu...deci eu, prin puterea imaginatiei si vointei fara lanturi de fier, eliberata de voi, de ei, de timp si spatiu, de necesar si dorinta, de limitat si absolut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-7079897554648687588?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/7079897554648687588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=7079897554648687588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7079897554648687588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7079897554648687588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2011/02/calator-in-timp.html' title='Calator in timp'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ4xUrl651c/TVgnFJKDPvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/odV4c8di3o8/s72-c/altceva+new..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-2118066703927609628</id><published>2011-02-01T13:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:13:01.465+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Ironia Sortii</title><content type='html'>Cotrobaind prin baza mea de date cu de toate din comp am dat peste ceva dragut, scris in urma cu aproape un an...nu e completa insa....liber la interpretari :) [ Alex este personaj fictiv...cine se identifica cu el, inseamna ca e rupt din poveste :)) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe'un picior de plai&lt;br /&gt;in statie stai&lt;br /&gt;la marginea baltii&lt;br /&gt;in voia sortii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa incepe o poveste,&lt;br /&gt;Alta mai tare nu mai este...&lt;br /&gt;Cum Romeo si-o Juliet&lt;br /&gt;Stateau la coada la bilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cum o vede da semnale&lt;br /&gt;De boala grea, dragoste mare,&lt;br /&gt;Se baga-n fata, de din coate,&lt;br /&gt;Pana ajunge mai aproape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fata il simte tot aproape...&lt;br /&gt;Respira greu, inima-i bate,&lt;br /&gt;Se tot agita-n loc, aprinde&lt;br /&gt;Foc de iubit fara cuvinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El isi ia inima-n dinte&lt;br /&gt;O abordeaza in cuvinte:&lt;br /&gt;"Buna. Sunt Alex cel viteaz&lt;br /&gt;si te doresc...vai, ce necaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa-ti daruiesc o floare.&lt;br /&gt;Frumoaso, ma ofilesc la soare,&lt;br /&gt;Randul la bilet m-apasa&lt;br /&gt;Hai la un cico la terasa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ca sa vezi..se-anunta indata&lt;br /&gt;Ca e greva neanuntata&lt;br /&gt;Si de 1april...ce faza...&lt;br /&gt;Ratb-ul consemnat la baza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fata se uita la el atrasa...&lt;br /&gt;"As vrea sa merg la tine-acasa,&lt;br /&gt;in loc sa ne plimbam platonic.&lt;br /&gt;Plimbarile sunt mult prea booring..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................ ( Continuare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum spune-un poet bland&lt;br /&gt;"cobori in jos, Luceafar bland"&lt;br /&gt;alunecand pe'o scara&lt;br /&gt;cu mine ca povara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-2118066703927609628?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/2118066703927609628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=2118066703927609628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/2118066703927609628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/2118066703927609628'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wa fa fa-wey)&lt;br /&gt;To go beside you&lt;br /&gt;Is where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;(Wa fa fa-wey)&lt;br /&gt;To laugh, to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wa fa fa-wey)&lt;br /&gt;Where to go and hide?&lt;br /&gt;We're going to the sea&lt;br /&gt;(Wa fa fa-wey)&lt;br /&gt;To laugh, to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it went;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Roaring with the wind&lt;br /&gt;There's life within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I give&lt;br /&gt;A circle is complete&lt;br /&gt;Another circle spins&lt;br /&gt;There's life within&lt;br /&gt;Within&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-4539179652601262858?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/4539179652601262858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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href="http://nutecunosti.blogspot.com/2010/11/draga-femeie-frumoasa-via-aimee.html"&gt;"Draga femeie frumoasa"&lt;/a&gt; (click and find out)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-5352674976147930083?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/5352674976147930083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=5352674976147930083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/5352674976147930083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/5352674976147930083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/TSrZKAuMoGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/a4mcu-FctI0/s1600/DSC09797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/TSrZKAuMoGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/a4mcu-FctI0/s320/DSC09797.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uuKNxPxHH8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/1uuKNxPxHH8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am timid&lt;br /&gt;And I am oversensitive&lt;br /&gt;I am a lioness&lt;br /&gt;I am tired and defensive&lt;br /&gt;You take me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And I fold into you&lt;br /&gt;I have insecurities&lt;br /&gt;You show me I am beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me or leave me just take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm needy just need you to see me&lt;br /&gt;Take me, free me, see through to the core of me&lt;br /&gt;Take me, free me, there will be no more pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am temperamental&lt;br /&gt;And I have imperfections&lt;br /&gt;And I am emotional&lt;br /&gt;I am unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;I am naked&lt;br /&gt;I am vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman&lt;br /&gt;I am opening up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me or leave me, just take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm needy, just need you to see me&lt;br /&gt;Take me, free me, see through to the core of me&lt;br /&gt;Take me, free me, there will be no more pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I stand before you with my heart in my hands&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking you to take me just the way that I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please lay down your arms&lt;br /&gt;Do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just take me, free me, see through to the core of me&lt;br /&gt;Take me, free me, there will be no more pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am temperamental&lt;br /&gt;And I have imperfections&lt;br /&gt;And I am emotional&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no more pretending...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-6749284062248391808?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/6749284062248391808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-2871569609475476852</id><published>2011-01-09T12:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:25:20.106+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Om de lut  (Live Alexandrina Hristov @ SIlver Church)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJMv4y5-2tc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/RJMv4y5-2tc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Intotdeauna deosebit de ascultat un concert de acest fel...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a trimis Dumnezeu un om de lut..&lt;br /&gt;sa nu fiu singura pe pamant...&lt;br /&gt;om de lut, cu ochi de cobalt&lt;br /&gt;in apele lor adanci ma scald...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a trimis Dumnezeu un om de lut,&lt;br /&gt;sa nu fiu singura.. pe pamant..&lt;br /&gt;om de lut, cu gura de floare...&lt;br /&gt;o vorba m-alïna.. alta ma doare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-2871569609475476852?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/2871569609475476852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=2871569609475476852' title='0 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-7412575357479328776</id><published>2011-01-08T13:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T13:47:19.107+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Blue Foundation - Embers</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-R8OeBVcT8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/I-R8OeBVcT8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenind la dulcele stil clasic, va prezint inca o melodie interesanta... Just relax and listen!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A western sky is glowing&lt;br /&gt;Calling off the day&lt;br /&gt;Fading rays of live sunsets&lt;br /&gt;Caressing my feet on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shade in the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Quivers in the haze&lt;br /&gt;Whisper near right by my ear&lt;br /&gt;And these are the words that he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love your woman up to the maximum&lt;br /&gt;Tell her if hold on, hold on strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange eyes of embers&lt;br /&gt;Gleaming in the night&lt;br /&gt;Guard us until break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Blessing the ground where we stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eastern sky is glowing now&lt;br /&gt;In reddish shades of grey&lt;br /&gt;With promises of life and love&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna cherish the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love your woman up to the maximum&lt;br /&gt;Tell her if hold on, hold on strong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-7412575357479328776?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/7412575357479328776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=7412575357479328776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7412575357479328776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7412575357479328776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2011/01/blue-foundation-embers.html' title='Blue Foundation - Embers'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-1417612289530482012</id><published>2011-01-08T13:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T13:38:24.510+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Tu cu Soarele...eu cu Luna</title><content type='html'>Daca tot am postat piesa Alexandrinei "Tu cu Soarele", m-am gandit ca ar merge prea bine o imagine surprinsa dimineata, trezita cu greu din somn de ceasul de langa mine...Atentia mi-a fost atrasa de o hartie colorata adusa de vant la geamul meu din bucatarie....insa mai ciudata a fost senzatia de noapte luminata, sau mai bine spus sa vad Luna cum a furat din magia Soarelui, imprumutand o parte din lumina lui. De fapt nu era Luna, era doar Soarele acoperit de Luna... Eclipsa matinala realizata cu greu in urma procesului de trezire.&lt;br /&gt;Asta insa m-a trimis direct in cealalta camera, sa iau camera foto sa surprind momentul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/TShMTYBYRLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-qmi6O6vziA/s1600/DSC00010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/TShMTYBYRLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-qmi6O6vziA/s320/DSC00010.JPG" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Totul era invaluit intr-un aer de poveste, o poveste putin macabra...Norii trecatori care acopereau partial momentul iti permiteau sa privesti fara grija Soarele, fara ca lumina lui (benefica in situatii obisnuite) sa iti fure privirea.&lt;br /&gt;A fost un sentiment ciudat...insa momentul m-a incantat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-1417612289530482012?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/1417612289530482012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=1417612289530482012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1417612289530482012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1417612289530482012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2011/01/tu-cu-soareleeu-cu-luna.html' title='Tu cu Soarele...eu cu Luna'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/TShMTYBYRLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-qmi6O6vziA/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-6610126225468348101</id><published>2011-01-07T14:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T13:39:13.211+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Alexandrina Hristov - Tu cu Soarele (Live @ Silver Church)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6MYEo0foUhg?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inainte de Craciun mi-am ingaduit o bucurie. Am fost la concert la Alexandrina Hristov. Va prezint o parte din sufletul meu incantat de ce aude, surprins in imagini si sunete...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-6610126225468348101?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/6610126225468348101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=6610126225468348101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6610126225468348101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6610126225468348101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2011/01/alexandrina-hristov-tu-cu-soarele-live.html' title='Alexandrina Hristov - Tu cu Soarele (Live @ Silver Church)'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6MYEo0foUhg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-1859127458315266932</id><published>2011-01-07T14:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T14:12:04.069+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Do not stand at my grave and weep ,                       by Mary Elizabeth Frye</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do not stand at my grave and weep,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am not there, I do not sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am in a thousand winds that blow,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the softly falling snow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the gentle showers of rain,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the fields of ripening grain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am in the morning hush,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am in the graceful rush&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of beautiful birds in circling flight,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the starshine of the night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am in the flowers that bloom,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am in a quiet room.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am in the birds that sing,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am in each lovely thing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do not stand at my grave bereft&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am not there. I have not left.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt; Este una dintre zilele friguroase, cand tot ce iti doresti este sa stai la caldura in casa, cu o cana de ceai aburind langa si o muzica buna. In aceste momente am avut inspiratia de a hoinari pe plaiurile internetului si asa am descoperit aceasta poezie. De fapt era un articol despre autoare, Mary Elizabeth Frye, care a scris acest poem in 1932.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Mi-a placut mult cum este scris, cum a transpus sentimentele si gandurile despre viata si moarte in aceste versuri.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Optiunea de a comenta acest poem o las cititorilor, ideile mele fiind inca inchise in sertarul inconstientului.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-1859127458315266932?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/1859127458315266932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=1859127458315266932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1859127458315266932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1859127458315266932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-not-stand-at-my-grave-and-weep-by.html' title='Do not stand at my grave and weep ,                       by Mary Elizabeth Frye'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-4263233037963390271</id><published>2010-06-17T18:48:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T18:50:08.969+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>A beautiful Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8Mz_kyRlWY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/K8Mz_kyRlWY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youve got the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;Youre the kind of girl who can take down a man,&lt;br /&gt;And lift him back up again&lt;br /&gt;You are strong but youre needy,&lt;br /&gt;Humble but youre greedy&lt;br /&gt;Based on your body language, your shoddy cursive Ive been reading&lt;br /&gt;Youre style is quite selective though your mind is rather reckless&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what a beautiful mess this is&lt;br /&gt;Its like picking up trash in dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write&lt;br /&gt;Kind of turn themselves into knives&lt;br /&gt;And don't mind my nerve you can call it fiction&lt;br /&gt;But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear&lt;br /&gt;Cause here we are, here we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you are biased I love your advice&lt;br /&gt;Your comebacks theyre quick and probably have to do with your insecurities&lt;br /&gt;Theres no shame in being crazy, depending on how you take these&lt;br /&gt;Words that paraphrasing this relationship were staging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its a beautiful mess, yes it is&lt;br /&gt;Its like, we are picking up trash in dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say&lt;br /&gt;Kind of turn themselves into blades&lt;br /&gt;And the kind and courteous is a life Ive heard&lt;br /&gt;But its nice to say that we played in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;Cause here, here we are, Here we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are x7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a beautiful mess this is&lt;br /&gt;Its like taking a guess when the only answer is yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through timeless words and priceless pictures&lt;br /&gt;Well fly like birds not of this earth&lt;br /&gt;And tides they turn and hearts disfigure&lt;br /&gt;But thats no concern when were wounded together&lt;br /&gt;And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts&lt;br /&gt;But its nice today, oh the wait was so worth it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-4263233037963390271?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/4263233037963390271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=4263233037963390271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4263233037963390271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4263233037963390271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2010/06/beautiful-mess.html' title='A beautiful Mess'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-1655847955345711740</id><published>2010-05-23T21:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:38:54.265+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Feels like I'm falling</title><content type='html'>Vechile ganduri de pacura se intorc, parca poarta dintre lumi s-a deschis din nou...&lt;br /&gt;Ma afund incet in neant, simt cum imi pierd simturile, viata se scurge incet prin fiecare por al inimii mele.&lt;br /&gt;In scurt timp raman inerta pe podea, inconjurata de propriul meu suflet ce ma invaluie ca o umbra.&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot misca...mainile moarte picura foc. Gandul ca nu am spus ce aveam de spus imi sporeste suferinta.&lt;br /&gt;As fi vrut sa ma destainui, sa stii, sa stie toti...as fi vrut sa ma cunoasteti cum sunt de fapt.&lt;br /&gt;Dar e prea tarziu...singura ma sting incet, inima imi moare...se transforma in piatra.&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul a disparut...umbrele au disparut. E simplu intuneric.&lt;br /&gt;Gandurile imi apar acum scrise in marmura neagra, pe care rece stau...as vrea sa-i iau caldura!&lt;br /&gt;Cu ultima suflare imi iau adio de la tine...as fi vrut sa te mai vad o data...dar timpul nu asteapta.&lt;br /&gt;E implacabil...ireversibil...&lt;br /&gt;E stupid...aiurea...inutil. O viata pentru nimic...simt cum piatra de sub mine dispare si raman eu si aerul.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai simt nimic...ma pierd. Totul este o cadere brusca spre nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce ciudat...ma trezesc buimaca si incerc sa-mi revin. Nu am mai trait de mult alb-negru.&lt;br /&gt;Ce vis ciudat, iar in final...trist...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-1655847955345711740?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/1655847955345711740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=1655847955345711740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1655847955345711740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1655847955345711740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2010/05/feels-like-im-falling.html' title='Feels like I&apos;m falling'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-2040595257446445325</id><published>2010-05-16T20:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:10:25.718+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Printre flori ....Alexandrina Hristov</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gxs6l32iWmg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/Gxs6l32iWmg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via Youtube...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printre flori te-am cautat&lt;br /&gt;Printre munti si stele&lt;br /&gt;Zile-ntregi si nopti la rand&lt;br /&gt;Si nu te-am gasit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate rau te cat, te cat&lt;br /&gt;Poate cerul m-a mintit&lt;br /&gt;Chiar si marea-n lung si-n lat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mers marea-n lung si-n lat&lt;br /&gt;Si nisip am treierat&lt;br /&gt;Balene am omorat&lt;br /&gt;Si nu te-am gasit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate rau te cat, te cat&lt;br /&gt;Poate marea m-a mintit&lt;br /&gt;Chiar si codrii din pamant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am zmuls codrii din pamant&lt;br /&gt;Am baut livezi de poama&lt;br /&gt;Am cazut de mii de ori&lt;br /&gt;Tot gandind ca te-ai ascuns sub flori...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate rau te cat, te cat&lt;br /&gt;Poate lumea m-a mintit&lt;br /&gt;Unde esti, iubirea mea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-2040595257446445325?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/2040595257446445325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=2040595257446445325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/2040595257446445325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/2040595257446445325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2010/05/printre-flori-alexandrina-hristov.html' title='Printre flori ....Alexandrina Hristov'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-8726197692847951735</id><published>2010-04-21T11:41:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:15:41.404+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Testul lui Chirila.Part 1..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Incercati sa raspundeti prin propozitii scurte, nu mai mult de 5, 6  pentru fiecare intrebare. E important sa existe subiect, predicat. Apoi  stergeti intrebarile si uniti raspunsurile sub forma unui eseu personal  caruia sa-i dati un titlu. Va urma episodul 2.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Care este visul  tau cel mai important? (Incearca sa-l definesti cat mai concret in  cateva propozitii) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce crezi ca ti-a lipsit cel mai mult in  copilarie? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Care este cea mai mare greseala pe care ai facut-o  intre 16 si 20 de ani? De ce este o greseala? De ce este cea mai mare? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce  te linisteste? Ce te nelinisteste? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Care e cea mai mare frica a  ta? De ce? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Care e cea mai mare frica in raport cu o  femeie/barbat? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cum i-ai facut pe altii fericiti? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cand ai  fost fericit? Ai spus vreodata asta? In ce context? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce te-a ranit  cel mai mult pana acum la: prieteni, colegi, familie? De ce?  (Explicatiile sunt la fel de importante ca raspunsurile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visul meu cel mai important este sa iubesc din tot sufletul pe acel cineva, caruia sa ii dedic viata si existenta mea. Sa ma regasesc in privirea lui, sa simt ca ma intelege si ma sistine in ceea ce fac, caruia sa ii fiu alaturi tot timpul si sa nu il dezamagesc niciodata. Tot ce fac sa fac pentru el, sau gandindu-ma la el.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In copilarie mi-a lipsit cel mai mult implicarea parinteasca in formarea mea. Stiu ca tot ce au facut au facut pentru mine, ca aveau multe probleme de rezolvat, dar aveam nevoie uneori sa fiu implicata in viata, nu doar expediata la bunici unde se putea avea grija mai bine de mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cea mai mare greseala in acea perioada a fost ca mi-am pierdut increderea si ambitia, m-am lasat doborata de sentimente si dezamagiri. Nu am stiut sa ascult, nu am stiu sa comunic cu cei care erau cei mai apropiati. I-am respins si am incercat sa-mi rezolv probleme singura. Este o greseala, pentru ca mi-a influentat activitatea de dupa acea perioada, modul de a privi lucrurile. Este cea mai mare greseala, pentru ca mi-a permis sa ma distantez prea mult de cei care conteaza, m-a inchis in mine fara a oferi sansa de a ma elibera de apasarea sufleteasca.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ma linisteste muzica, plimbarile prin oras intr-o zi calda si placuta cand pot face fotografii frumoase si incarcate cu energii pozitive, prietenii apropiati care ma inteleg si ma asculta. Ma nelinisteste gandul ca ziua de maine e un mister, nu stiu cum o sa decurga, daca ma voi descurca, daca voi rezolva la timp toate problemele. Ma nelinisteste gandul ca uneori nu ii pot ajuta pe cei apropiati atunci cand au nevoie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cea mai mare frica a mea este ca voi ramane singura candva, fara prieteni adevarati, inconjurata doar de masti ipocrite, ca nu voi avea pe cineva langa mine caruia sa-i daruiesc toata grija si dragostea mea. Frica de singuratate este un blestem, si o simt dintotdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cea mai mare frica a mea in raport cu un barbat este ca nu voi fi niciodata ceea ce vreau sa fiu, ca nu voi putea sa ofer ce am de oferit la timpul potrivit, si ca voi dezamagi in timp. In ceea ce il priveste, mi-e frica sa nu fiu inteleasa, ca ceea ce spun sa fie interpretat gresit tot timpul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sper ca am facut oameni fericiti. Fiind alaturi de ei la bine si la greu, oferind ceva ce isi doreau mult. Am incercat sa ii fac sa zambeasca mereu, sa se simta importanti, iubiti...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu am fost fericita cand am iubit. Atunci am putut spune clar si sincer ca sunt fericita. A fost pentru scurt timp, dar a fost intens. Simteam ca nu imi mai incap in piele de fericire, ca totul in jur este mult mai frumos, chiar si ploaia rece de primavara. Puteam vedea atunci partile frumoase ale lumii. Fericirea este capatul. Dincolo de fericire este raiul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pana acum cel mai mult m-a ranit faptul ca nu mi se acorda atentia de care aveam nevoie, cand aveam ceva de spus. M-a ranit faptul ca increderea mea in unii prietenii s-a incheiat brusc din cauza faptului ca mi s-a demonstrat ca interesul este prioritar, propria persoana a fiecaruia e intotdeauna pe primul loc. Nu-mi plac persoanele care nu isi respecta cuvantul. Nu imi plac persoanele care par interesate de tine doar pentru ca stiu ca pot obtine ceva din legatura asta. Cei din familie ma ranesc cand nu imi acorda increderea necesara si sprijinul in ceea ce as vrea sa fac. Nu vreau sa mi se interzica ceva fara explicatii plauzibile, ca sa pot intelege de ce un anumit lucru nu e bun, de ce nu e bine sa urmez o cale sau alta. Vreau sa ofer sprijin si incredere, insa nu pot face asta daca nu primesc acelasi lucru in schimb.&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/956535439571476439-8726197692847951735?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/8726197692847951735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=8726197692847951735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/8726197692847951735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/8726197692847951735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2010/04/testul-lui-chirilapart-1.html' title='Testul lui Chirila.Part 1..'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-3612682016931111976</id><published>2010-04-13T16:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:48:20.168+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Empire State Of Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yEBvFaGN8I0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yEBvFaGN8I0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oooh oooh, New York (2x)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Grew up in a town,&lt;br /&gt;That is famous as a place of movie scenes&lt;br /&gt;Noise is always loud&lt;br /&gt;There are sirenes all around&lt;br /&gt;And the streets are mean&lt;br /&gt;If I could make it here&lt;br /&gt;I could make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;That’s what they say&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my face in lights&lt;br /&gt;Or my name in marquees found down Broadway&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even if it ain’t all it seems&lt;br /&gt;I got a pocketful of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I’m from&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing you can’t do&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re in New York&lt;br /&gt;These streets will make you feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;Big lights will inspire you&lt;br /&gt;Hear it for New York, New York, New York&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the avenue, there ain’t never a curfew&lt;br /&gt;Ladies work so hard&lt;br /&gt;Such a melting pot on the corner selling rock&lt;br /&gt;Preachers pray to God&lt;br /&gt;Hail a gypsy cab&lt;br /&gt;Takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger&lt;br /&gt;For more than from an empty fridge&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m going to make it by any means&lt;br /&gt;I got a pocketful of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I’m from&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing you can’t do&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re in New York&lt;br /&gt;These streets will make you feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;Big lights will inspire you&lt;br /&gt;Hear it for New York, New York, New York&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;One hand in the air for the big city&lt;br /&gt;Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty&lt;br /&gt;No place in the world that can compared&lt;br /&gt;Put your lighters in the air&lt;br /&gt;Everybody say yeah, yeah yeah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing you can’t do&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re in New York&lt;br /&gt;These streets will make you feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;Big lights will inspire you&lt;br /&gt;Hear it for New York&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-3612682016931111976?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/3612682016931111976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=3612682016931111976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/3612682016931111976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/3612682016931111976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2010/04/empire-state-of-mind.html' title='Empire State Of Mind'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-7827328091298893056</id><published>2010-03-30T14:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:50:29.339+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Compatibili sau nu.... </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tot de pe &lt;a href="http://www.eva.ro/dragoste/sex/dragoste-si-sex-femeia-in-zodia-sagetator-articol-27768.html?pagina=2"&gt;EVA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbatul berbec&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu vei fi cucerita de  intensitatea si nebunia cu care traieste fiecare clipa. Atat si lui cat  si tie va place sa va jucati cu focul si nu va deranjeaza sa folositi  fraze "lingusitoare" pentru a ajunge la sex. Va intelegeti foarte bine  ca amici si iubiti, iar atractia ar putea duce la o lunga relatie de  dragoste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O viata traita la intensitate maxima si multe rasete va  vor face viata de cuplu implinita. Copiii si animalele sunt elemente  care si-ar putea face loc in relatia voastra. In sfarsit ti-ai gasit  persoana care sa fie potrivita intensitatii tale, atat in dormitor cat  si in afara lui. Veti avea multe in comun, iar telurile voastre sunt  similare.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexul poate fi exploziv si va fi unul din motivele  pentru care va veti intoarce mereu unul la celalalt. Faceti impreuna o  combinatie foarte puternica, iar cei din jur vor fi uimiti de cat de  bine va potriviti. Este ceea ce se numeste dragoste adevarata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul  taur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru acest barbat, o relatie cu tine poate fi  traita ca o aventura. Aveti idei similare si teluri comune. Vei fi mereu  atrasa de senzualitatea lui, iar el iti va sta alaturi la bine si la  rau, fiind atras de independenta ta, iar relatia ar putea dura la  nesfarsit. Prietenia dintre voi ar putea continua, chiar daca relatia  amoroasa s-a incheiat. Merita sa incerci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbatul  gemeni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amandoi iubiti provocarile, va plac petrecerile,  iubiti libertatea, misterul, aventura si calatoriile. Cand barbatul  gemeni te va intalni, va crede ca a gasit cea mai buna iubita. Sexul  este foarte bun, va poate astepta o relatie amoroasa pe termen lung,  chiar si o casnicie fericita. Acest barbat va ramane un mister pentru  tine, ceea ce este un bonus relatiei voastre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul  rac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti genul de femeie libera, care, uneori, nu este  impresionata de drame emotionale si emotii intense. Totusi, veti gasi  ceva care va atrage unul la celalalt. El iti poate inspira ideea de  familie, in timp ce tu il vei ajuta sa arate bine in societate si sa  invete ce este aventura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie nu prea iti plac toanele barbatului  rac, iar daca acestea te calca pe batatura, vei cauta cea mai apropiata  usa pentru a iesi din relatie. E de preferat sa fie amicul tau, in  prima faza, si apoi sa vedeti ce va doriti cu adevarat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul  leu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vei fi cucerita de intensitatea si nebunia cu care  traieste fiecare clipa. Exista atractie inca de la inceput si va puteti  intelege foarte bine atat ca prieteni, cat si ca iubiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aventurile  de o noapte sunt excluse, pentru ca altfel vei suferi. Va plac  animalele si copiii - doua puncte in plus care pot duce la o casnicie  fericita. Va stimulati foarte bine unul pe celalalt. Ce mai? O relatie  fericita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul fecioara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il vei adora pentru  inteligenta lui, iar el va dori sa te seduca imediat. Atractia poate fi  urmata de o relatie amoroasa foarte pasionala. Te va sprijini la bine si  la rau, iar daca vei fi implicata cu adevarat in relatie, impreuna veti  avea o legatura de lunga durata. Problemele legate de familie si  loialitatea va vor apropia si mai mult timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul  balanta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este foarte seducator pentru tine, iar tu mereu  te indragostesti de barbati frumosi si cu perspective pozitive. Tu ii  vei oferi intensitatea trairilor de care are nevoie, iar pana la o  relatie serioasa nu mai este decat un pas. Va place sa calatoriti, iar  asta va apropie si mai mult. Daca tu vei "lucra" mai mult la capitolul  loialitate, totul va fi foarte bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbatul  scorpion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iata o combinatie interesanta! Lui ii place sa  se simta dorit si de aceea va veti intelege bine ca si prieteni, iar o  aventura de o noapte ar putea fi interesanta, dar ar putea sa nu implice  o relatie de durata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci, este de evitat! Mai bine amici decat  iubiti. Aveti secrete unul fata de celalalt, iar acest barbat incearca  sa fie sa fie posesiv cu tine? E deja sfarsitul relatiei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul  sagetator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amandoi traiti cu intensitate totul si aveti  pasiuni comune. Atractie puternica, prieteni foarte buni, partide de sex  extraordinare si iubire mistuitoare. Va potriviti perfect! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul  capricorn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El va fi fascinat de tine si exista  posibilitatea unei iubiri de durata. Familia si prietenia vor juca un  rol foarte important in crearea legaturii sexuale dintre voi. Tu trebuie  sa renunti la scenele de gelozie si sa tii secrete fata de acest barbat  sau il vei pierde pentru totdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatia voastra poate  deveni din ce in ce mai buna odata cu trecerea timpului. Trebuie sa  intelegi cat de important este succesul pentru el, iar el trebuie sa iti  ofere mai mult spatiu si mai multa libertate. Rabdarea poate fi o  virtute pentru tine in aceasta combinatie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul  varsator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate fi o relatie provocatoare si plina de  surprize. Sunteti o combinatie interesanta intre talent, prietenie si  sexualitate. Aveti noroc de faptul ca nu aveti timp sa va plictisiti  niciodata, pentru ca aveti pasiuni comune. Daca amandoi reusiti sa fiti  loiali unul celuilalt, cu singuranta veti avea o relatie lunga si  fericita impreuna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul pesti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este  o atractie mistica intre voi. El va iubi optimismul si exotismul tau,  iar tu vei intui ceea ce isi doreste cu adevarat de la o relatie. In  timp insa, tu vei tine secrete fata de el, iar el nu va tolera asta si  se va simti tradat. Deci, mare grija!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-7827328091298893056?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/7827328091298893056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=7827328091298893056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7827328091298893056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7827328091298893056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2010/03/compatibili-sau-nu.html' title='Compatibili sau nu.... &lt;Sagetatoare&gt;'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-8153023907475376310</id><published>2010-03-30T14:44:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:57:45.492+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Zodii...oameni...si...sex  (Sagetatoare)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S7HmM3f78GI/AAAAAAAAANg/_fGwCYbeatQ/s1600/sagetator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S7HmM3f78GI/AAAAAAAAANg/_fGwCYbeatQ/s200/sagetator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454393732453101666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu suporti plictiseala, esti sincera, intuitiva, directa, foarte  curioasa, onesta, marinimoasa, buna la suflet, ai nevoie de stimulare  continua si variatiuni. Mereu simti nevoie sa imparti fericirea cu cei  apropiati tie, singuratatea nefacand parte din vocabularul tau. Nu poti  sta locului, deseori locuinta ta arata ca si cum te-ai muta, iar cand  vrei sa schimbi ceva, nu te lasi pana nu realizezi acel lucru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adori  schimbarile pentru ca te fac sa te simti bine. Mereu in cautare de  informatii, esti in stare sa mergi oricand si oricat pana la capatul  lumii pentru a afla ceea ce te macina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti partenera ideala  pentru barbatul care este pasionat de sport, calatorii si aventura. Iti  place sa asculti povesti, sa spui povesti, sa surprinzi, sa faci cadouri  fara vreun motiv anume, sa ai prieteni multi si de calitate, iar tu  esti, la randul tau, o buna camarada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti reprezentanta unui  semn de foc si de aceea esti o fire foarte creativa, amuzanta, spontana,  plina de curaj, cu un spirit liber. Pentru tine, stimularea mintala  poate fi mult mai excitanta decat cea fizica, iar daca felul de a  comunica este onest si deschis, relatia se poate aprofunda si creste  intr-un mod foarte placut. Persoanele din strainatate sau exotice, in  orice mod, sunt irezistibile pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanjesti dupa tot  felul de informatii, mai ales dupa cele legate de calatorii si aventura.  Esti vesnic preocupata de filosofie, cunoastere si expansiune.  Discutiile despre politica si religie pot ajunge chiar si in pat,  amaestecandu-se cu cele despre sex, conversatia si schimbul de opinii  fiind foarte important pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubesti independenta (acesta  poate si motto-ul existentei tale), chestiune "afrodisiaca" pentru  multi barbati. Si cum adori si provocarile, multi masculi vor fi  cuceriti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereu esti dornica sa cunosti noi oameni, noi locuri,  noi feluri de mancare, sa inveti noi materii, sa faci noi lucruri -  acestea te mentin plina de viata. Un program de munca in care esti  nevoita sa stai multe ore pe un scaun nu este de tine, te va plafona,  deprima si vei dori sa iesi din aceasta stare cu orice chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispui  de o sinceritate debordanta, urasti sa fii inselata si mintita, iar  cand iubitul sau amicii calca stramb, suferi foarte mult si ii renegi.  Esti impulsiva si foarte nerabdatoare, iar aceste doua non-calitati iti  fac de multe ori rau. Iti place sa te avanti in lucruri care nu sunt  sigure si, de cele mai multe ori, nu iei in considerare sfaturile  nimanui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca iubesti, de multe ori devii si dependenta, iar  atunci cand esti parasita, te prabusesti in suferinta. Din pacate, te  lasi cucerita usor, mai ales de barbati lipsiti de scrupule, si pierzi  printre degete barbatul potrivit tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru tine, dragostea se  confunda cu sexul si invers - niciodata una fara cealalta. Nu iti place  sa incerci sa il schimbi pe cel de langa tine, sa il joci pe degete sau  sa il implici in jocuri marsave pentru a-ti face pe plac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti  usor nesigura, instabila, uneori greu de inteles si aproape imposibil  de dominat. Esti optimista si dispui de o vointa puternica. Atunci cand  esti indragostita, stii, intr-un mod foarte natural, cum sa il faci pe  cel de langa sa se simta unic si iubit. Esti fidela partenerului si stii  cum sa il scoti dintr-o stare psihica proasta, stand alaturi de el la  bine si la rau, neconditionat. Aventuri de o noapte? Niciodata!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu  te deranjeaza sa stii totul despre partenerul tau si nu iti place sa  tii secrete fata de el. Cel alaturi de care te decizi sa ramani iti este  si iubit si cel mai bun prieten. Insa, acesta trebuie sa stie ca nu e  bine sa fie plictisitor si posesiv. Partenerul perfect? Unul care  citeste orice, de la filosofie la sex, adora aventura si tot cel il  mentine in miscare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu iti place sa intreprinzi actiuni doar de  dragul de a le face - daca nu simti cu adevarat si nu crezi in ele,  refuzi sa le faci. Dispretuiesti oamenii lingusitori, mincinosi, fara  caracter si de aceea nu vei dori niciodata sa ii ai in preajma.&lt;br /&gt;Calatoriile? Marea ta pasiune si nu vei conteni niciodata sa te bucuri  de ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din punct de vedere sexual, "you're on fire, baby!", nu  degeaba esti reprezentanta unui semn de foc, jumatate bestie, jumatate  om. Nu iti este frica sa experimentezi chiar si cele mai ciudate tehnici  sexuale... Libidoul tau este la cote maxime si esti mereu in cautarea  unui partener gratios. O partida de sex in natura? Oricand si oriunde.    ( De pe &lt;a href="http://www.eva.ro/dragoste/sex/dragoste-si-sex-femeia-in-zodia-sagetator-articol-27768.html?pagina=1"&gt;Eva&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-8153023907475376310?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/8153023907475376310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=8153023907475376310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/8153023907475376310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/8153023907475376310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2010/03/zodiioamenisisex.html' title='Zodii...oameni...si...sex  (Sagetatoare)'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S7HmM3f78GI/AAAAAAAAANg/_fGwCYbeatQ/s72-c/sagetator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-146667414030158689</id><published>2010-02-25T11:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:06:33.848+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Si baietii plang cateodata :)))</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w14yNxYGPTs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/w14yNxYGPTs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;It's all about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w14yNxYGPTs"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-146667414030158689?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/146667414030158689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=146667414030158689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/146667414030158689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/146667414030158689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2010/02/si-baietii-plang-cateodata.html' title='Si baietii plang cateodata :)))'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-5939984977447110897</id><published>2010-02-12T12:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:26:58.652+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Heaven is Where</title><content type='html'>Uneori e bine sa fii deschis catre orice. Eu m-am deschis catre lumea muzicala de pe &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; unde am descoperit multe trupe noi sau vechi, care imi hranesc curiozitatea si dorinta de a sti mai mult, de a auzi mai multe. Iubesc muzica...&lt;br /&gt;Aseara am gasit ceva ce imi place foarte mult. Se numeste &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/heaveniswhere"&gt;Heaven Is Where&lt;/a&gt; si piesele lui se muleaza frumos pe sufletul meu insetat de acorduri de chitara si sunete.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca... Heaven is where the music is...where you feel so good and calm, full of harmony around you and inside you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-5939984977447110897?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/5939984977447110897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=5939984977447110897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/5939984977447110897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/5939984977447110897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2010/02/heaven-is-where.html' title='Heaven is Where'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-3805667857305416279</id><published>2010-02-08T13:25:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:31:56.469+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>What dreams may come...</title><content type='html'>Prea multe vise...prea ciudate...prea incarcate si agitate. M-am gandit sa le importalizez in cuvinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream 1.&lt;br /&gt;Totul se intampla vara. E cald si soarele ne incalzeste placut. E agitatie mare pe plaja si raul este amenajat foarte frumos. Multa veselie in jur, nimeni nu e preocupat de ganduri negre, nimeni nu e stresat sau nervos. Fiecare se afla aici pentru a uita de probleme si necazuri, pentru a-si limpezi mintile in apele revigorante. Eu ma aflu aici pentru a trece peste ceva, pentru a uita ce a fost si a merge mai departe. E un inceput...&lt;br /&gt;Inceputul pare promitator. Intalnesc multa lume cunoscuta, discutam, radem. Domnul V este cat se poate de prietenos. Dar asa e el mereu, deschis si vesel. Imi place asta. Vine si momentul sa plecam, si toata lumea se indreapta spre un tunel de lemn de la capatul drumului. Pe acolo va trebui sa trecem. Insa cand ajungem acolo, o persoana arunca scantei de foc catre mine, ma sageteaza neincetat cu privirea-i de jar. Fata de foc vine spre mine. Atunci eu si domnul V, impreuna cu prietenii sai incepem sa alergam. Mi-am dat seama atunci ca toti alergau. Insa la un moment dat, pentru a ne pierde urma, noi am ales alt drum la o rascruce in tunel. Am continuat sa alergam, se intuneca tot mai mult, insa se pastra acea lumina difuza si calda de lemn lacuit. La un moment dat, toti am alunecat intr-un fel de topogan de lemn, nu ne puteam opri, unii au disparut intr-un spatiu deschis intre scanduri, insa eu m-am blocat. Astfel am ramas doar eu si domnul V. Nu intelegeam.&lt;br /&gt;Insa acum inteleg ca acel loc era o utopie, un loc de vis, un ideal al nostru. Acel loc era doar in mintea noastra, il cautam, il imaginam. Acela era singurul loc unde totul era asa cum vroiam, linistit si plin de fericire. Insa si aici ratiunea lucreaza si totul se destrama. Nu e adevarat. E doar un vis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream 2.&lt;br /&gt;Un motiv aparte se repeta. Aceiasi oameni, aceeasi idee in sine. Insa acum totul se petrece intr-un loc cunoscut. Era tot vara. Acelasi soare cald care imi mangaia pielea. Totul incepe intr-un mod obisnuit in autobuz, in Bucuresti, in drum spre Unirii (pentru cunoscatori). Insa mi-am amintit ca nu aveam bilet. Asa ca la a doua statie am coborat. Eram la Eroilor, insa totul era verde, linistit. In locul parcului sarac, era gradina botanica. Era atat de frumos, incat am hotarat sa merg pe jos pana la destinatie, asa ca am luat calea Dambovitei. Mergeam pe malul ei, insa aceasta parea din secolul trecut, fara diguri mari, cu verdeata in jur si era foarte adanca. Vantul adia usor si salciile dansau pe mal. Era o muzica difuza in zona. Pe malul Dambovitei, in zona Izvor, era amenajat un parc acvatic. Si acolo aceiasi oameni ca si in utopie, aceleasi vechi cunostinte si prieteni. Ii salut de la distanta si imi continui plimbarea. Ajung cu greu la destinatie, unde ma intalnesc cu o colega, Miss P. O iau de mana sa mergem spre izvor, pentru a-i arata si ei locul. Acolo face cunostinta cu oamenii si acestia ne prind intr-un joc banal cu mingea in apa. Eu nu am intrat, am jucat de pe mal. O ador si mi-e teama de apa. Nu stiu sa inot. Tot ce imi amintesc este ca domnul V mi-a aruncat mingea si totul s-a terminat. Era dimineata iar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream 3.&lt;br /&gt;Acum totul se petrece in o cu totul alta locatie. Era o dimineata inchisa si rece. Plouase noaptea. Domnul V se trezise, insa astepta sa ma trezesc si eu. Statea langa mine si era cald si placut. Ne-am apropiat prea mult si mi-a dar un sarut. A fost mult peste puterea mea de intelegere, insa mult prea placut. Ne-am sarutat pana am realizat ca trebuie sa plecam. Atunci s-a ridicat si a zis ca asta a fost. Am iesit din camera, am mers sa mancam la bucatarie. Bunica mea pregatise ceva special. Cand am ramas singuri, in timp ce el manca, m-am asezat langa el pe podea, cazuta pe ganduri si l-am intrebat de ce a facut asta, de ce atat. Singurul raspuns a fost ca el face ce vrea, si nu vrea mai mult. Nu am inteles cum un om bun se poate schimba brusc. Dar am acceptat. Am iesit afara si l-am lasat. Trebuia sa ma intalnesc cu verii mei in piata mare. Insa nu i-am gasit, in schimb o persoana ciudata ma urmarea. Asa ca am sarit in primul taxi. Acolo era domnul V. Ce ciudat sa ne intalnim din nou. L-am rugat daca poate sa ma duca si pe mine in capatul orasului, unde era un cinematograf si alte magazine. I-am multumit pentru asta, si am coborat. El si-a continuat drumul spre lucru. Ce ciudat ca purta un tricou galben puternic. Nu l-am mai vazut purtand asa ceva. Acolo m-am intalnit cu o cunostinta. Si ea ii cauta pe verii mei. Si mi-a spus ca a vorbit cu unul dintre ei si vor veni in curand acolo. Asa ca ne-am asezat la o masa sa bem ceva. Se incalzise afara si nisipul se ridica in bataia vantului.&lt;br /&gt;Totul se termina cu valurile de nisip ridicandu-se mult in aer, acoperind drumul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiurea :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-3805667857305416279?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/3805667857305416279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=3805667857305416279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/3805667857305416279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/3805667857305416279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-dreams-may-come.html' title='What dreams may come...'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-189527491565577106</id><published>2010-02-02T20:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:05:49.593+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Priveste-ma si ma voi pierde...</title><content type='html'>Eu ma deschid in fata ta.&lt;br /&gt;ma pierd incet printre randuri inrosite de suspine.&lt;br /&gt;ma pierd incet in valurile apei reci a intunericului.&lt;br /&gt;ma pierd incet printre firele de iarba-albastra.&lt;br /&gt;ma pierd incet in ochii tai adanci si goi.&lt;br /&gt;ma pierd incet in lumea mea de iarna.&lt;br /&gt;ma pierd incet in bratele tale fara sa-mi pese.&lt;br /&gt;ma pierd incet printre cuvintele tale inocente.&lt;br /&gt;ma pierd incet in acorduri de chitara.&lt;br /&gt;ma pierd incet fara sa mai privesc in urma.&lt;br /&gt;ma pierd incet si nu imi pasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ma deschid in fata ta.&lt;br /&gt;Priveste-ma sa-mi intelegi privirea.&lt;br /&gt;Priveste-ma sa-mi deslusesti gandurile ascunse.&lt;br /&gt;Priveste-ma sa afli ce ma doare.&lt;br /&gt;Priveste-ma sa-mi asculti cantecul de dor.&lt;br /&gt;Priveste-ma sa ma topesc cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;Priveste-ma sa-mi vezi simplitatea inimii.&lt;br /&gt;Priveste-ma sa-mi intelegi dorinta.&lt;br /&gt;Priveste-ma sa nu privesti in urma.&lt;br /&gt;Priveste-ma sa-mi recunosti sarutul.&lt;br /&gt;Priveste-ma doar tu pentru o clipa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-189527491565577106?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/189527491565577106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=189527491565577106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/189527491565577106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/189527491565577106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2010/02/priveste-ma-si-ma-voi-pierde.html' title='Priveste-ma si ma voi pierde...'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-617505414402372701</id><published>2010-01-22T01:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:47:37.001+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Ce e iubirea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1jnepIl3vI/AAAAAAAAANY/veCGksaKtYs/s1600-h/DSC05380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1jnepIl3vI/AAAAAAAAANY/veCGksaKtYs/s200/DSC05380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429343864419114738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;"Love possesses not nor would it be possessed" spunea cineva in vremuri indepartate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Uneori stau si ma gandesc, daca e adevarat. Poate ca atunci cand detii ceva te simti implinit, parca jumatatea goala se umple incet. Nu despre asta e vorba?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;O persoana inteleapta spunea ca iubirea nu e ceea ce credem noi ca e. Pentru iubire trebuie sa lupti, sa faci compromisuri, sa lasi de la tine, sa treci cu vederea aspectele urate, sa iti doresti cu adevarat sa iubesti. Eu insa cred ca asta e apartenenta, siguranta. Dar poate chiar despre asta e vorba...sa nu te mai simti singur, sa nu mai fii nevoit sa faci ceva ce ti-e greu singur, sa ai un punct de sprijin mereu alaturi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Insa e trist sa fii langa cineva care iti ofera siguranta, insa nu te face sa te indragostesti de el/ea iar si iar...cu fiecare moment, cu fiecare vorba spusa la momentul potrivit. Spiritul meu liber nu cauta inca asta. Nu intelege, nu concepe sa se lipeasca de cineva doar pentru caldura...fara tresariri, fara emotii...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Poate ca spunand asta lumea ar putea crede ca nu am inima, ca tot ce caut e pasiune care piere in timp, arde si se stinge, iar cenusa ramane undeva in suflet sau dispare luata de vant. Sufletul meu calator poate razbate prin lumi intunecare in cautarea vechilor trairi eliberate de noi persoane. Incapatanarea mea de a ma intoarce sa privesc in trecut nu e benefica, ma macina, ma poate dobori in momente de neatentie. Dar poate ca incapatanarea e dovada formarii unui tipar de care nu vreau sa ma despart, pe care il urmaresc, il alerg, il bantui si ma bantuie. Si totusi, ce e iubirea?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Stau si ma intreb mereu aceleasi lucruri fara raspuns. Fiecare gaseste iubire in altceva, fiecare isi formeaza idealul iubirii altfel, cu alte influente, in alte contexte, cu alte sentimente. Pentru mine iubirea coreleaza cu fericirea. Iubirea nu se contruieste, cel putin nu acum. Iubirea te ataca uneori miseleste si nu te mai lasa. Nu poti uita iubirea. Nu o poti ignora, sa spui ca e doar "ceva trecator", o atractie de moment, o slabiciune spontana pentru tipul din seria B. Asta nu e iubire, e doar o joaca de-a emotiile. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Poti iubi natura, poti iubi soarele pentru ca te incalzeste, poti iubi cerul noaptea ca iti picteaza mii de modele, poti iubi luna ca iti lumineaza calea atunci cand tot ce ai in jur e intunericul. "Love has made me love love ardently" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Poate ca vorbesc aiurea, poate ca nu am iubit niciodata, poate ca nu stiu sa iubesc, ce e iubirea, cum e sa iubesti. Sau poate stiu. Iubirea nu ar trebui sa fie conditionata, nu ar trebui sa te compromita, iubirea ar trebui sa fie asa cum e ea, cu defecte si atuuri. Nu ar trebui exprimata in cuvinte, acestea vin si trec. Ea se simte, se arata... Iubirea e sacra. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;"&gt;Ce nu atinge sacrul nu e iubire, e doar sentiment profan. Am nevoie de ea, asa cum e!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPHCtIvenwY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPHCtIvenwY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/956535439571476439-617505414402372701?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/617505414402372701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=617505414402372701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/617505414402372701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/617505414402372701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2010/01/ce-e-iubirea.html' title='Ce e iubirea?'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1jnepIl3vI/AAAAAAAAANY/veCGksaKtYs/s72-c/DSC05380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-143949619995933288</id><published>2010-01-20T15:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:45:48.709+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Lumea in imagini...Static inca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cIcSaDWtI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kiIILlFZdV4/s1600-h/DSC05008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cIcSaDWtI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kiIILlFZdV4/s320/DSC05008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428817157888891602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cIcDe--CI/AAAAAAAAANI/TVust46KmqA/s1600-h/DSC04364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cIcDe--CI/AAAAAAAAANI/TVust46KmqA/s320/DSC04364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428817153883043874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cIbptrmFI/AAAAAAAAANA/DmmtqGQAYOw/s1600-h/DSC02257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cIbptrmFI/AAAAAAAAANA/DmmtqGQAYOw/s320/DSC02257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428817146965366866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cIbF6sO-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/uM0k746fYtE/s1600-h/DSC01820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cIbF6sO-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/uM0k746fYtE/s320/DSC01820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428817137356258274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cIaq1s8sI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DP077rpG4Zs/s1600-h/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cIaq1s8sI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DP077rpG4Zs/s320/DSC01742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428817130087576258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumea este minunata. Trebuie sa stim cum sa privim, unde si cand...eu am surprins o mica parte...Frumusetea este in oameni, in lucruri...in imagini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-143949619995933288?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/143949619995933288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=143949619995933288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/143949619995933288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/143949619995933288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2010/01/lumea-in-imaginistatic-inca.html' title='Lumea in imagini...Static inca'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cIcSaDWtI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kiIILlFZdV4/s72-c/DSC05008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-5828901341841538442</id><published>2010-01-20T14:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:21:08.110+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Lumea in imagini...Static</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cCLpGPllI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hiVYxeuO7Qw/s1600-h/DSC04937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cCLpGPllI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hiVYxeuO7Qw/s320/DSC04937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428810274852279890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octavian Goga spune foarte frumos: "Sufletul nostru e o urnă în care închidem cenuşa patimilor stinse." Sufletul omului e ca fericirea celor de la Vama Veche...ceva care nu se atinge niciodata, dar in cautarea ei merita sa alergi toata viata... pentru linistea sufletului tau merita sa lupti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cCLOZSf3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/1pdOoczti_8/s1600-h/DSC01673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cCLOZSf3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/1pdOoczti_8/s320/DSC01673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428810267684405106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca imaginile urmatoare nu au legatura cu ce sta scris mai sus....sau poate ca au. Mie imi aduc liniste sufleteasca...ma incanta, ma incarca pozitiv, imi dau puterea sa cred ca orice are dreptul la mai bine, mai frumos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cCLQ9il_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZEW5T1lnu_s/s1600-h/DSC05321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cCLQ9il_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZEW5T1lnu_s/s320/DSC05321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428810268373325810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bucuria nu este decât semnul că emoţia creativă şi-a îndeplinit scopul. - Charles Du Bos&lt;br /&gt;Din punctul meu de vedere nu poti spune ca ai vazut un lucru pana nu l-ai fotografiat. (&lt;strong&gt;Emile Zola&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cCKEAyRmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5-xr7NJnu94/s1600-h/DSC06564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cCKEAyRmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5-xr7NJnu94/s320/DSC06564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428810247717406306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cCKuIlynI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5lhUNiucrn0/s1600-h/DSC05568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cCKuIlynI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5lhUNiucrn0/s320/DSC05568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428810259024431730" 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/956535439571476439-5828901341841538442?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/5828901341841538442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=5828901341841538442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/5828901341841538442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/5828901341841538442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2010/01/lumea-in-imaginistatic.html' title='Lumea in imagini...Static'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/S1cCLpGPllI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hiVYxeuO7Qw/s72-c/DSC04937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-7037651653847186914</id><published>2010-01-17T23:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:17:25.991+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='altceva decat obisnuit'/><title type='text'>Home sweet home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G8IozVfph7I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&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/G8IozVfph7I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceva interesant :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-7037651653847186914?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/7037651653847186914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=7037651653847186914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7037651653847186914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7037651653847186914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home!'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-7177060268923643419</id><published>2010-01-09T19:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T20:10:03.765+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='altceva decat obisnuit'/><title type='text'>Colecteaza selectiv! Salvati Delta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.iqads.ro/clip_ro_new/2452" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.iqads.ro/clip_ro_new/2452" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu amesteca lucrurile. Nu pune Unirea peste Coca-Cola, Bonux in Banca Transilvania, Colgate pe Matache Macelaru, Vel Pitar la Altex, Ciucas cu Sprite, Stejar in Qfort si peste toate Tuborg. Nu-i bine sa amesteci bezmetic bere cu racoritoare, salam cu pasta de dinti si paine cu televizoare, la fel cum nu e bine sa arunci laolalta toate deseurile. Pune plastic la plastic, hartie la hartie si metal la metal. Colecteaza selectiv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este mesajul ultimei campanii Salvati Delta, in care cincisprezece branduri, companii uriase, producatori locali, actori si nenumarati publicitari, concurenti de-o viata, s-au amestecat fara jena.&lt;br /&gt;Motiv pentru care le suntem recunoscatori. Asa a luat nastere spotul cu cei mai multi creativi, clienti, regizori si producatori din toata istoria publicitatii romanesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clasat drept social de catre CNA, spotul este difuzat pro-bono pe micile ecrane si pe marile plasme. Discovery, OTV, Animal Planet, TVR, Money Channel, AXN, Etno tv, Minimax, Music Channel, National Geographic Wild, Realitatea TV l-au amestecat deja (selectiv!) in grila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumim companiilor care au aplaudat malaxarea in context a materialelor proprii: Altex, Banca Transilvania, Casa Noastra, Coca-Cola, Colgate-Palmolive, Marketing Clan, Murfatlar, Procter&amp;Gamble, URSUS Breweries, URBB Tuborg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumim celor care si-au cedat pro-bono vocile sau imaginea pentru acest talmes-balmes cu scop nobil de civilizare: Bogdan Naumovici, Catalin Koening, Cristian Botea, Cristian Ionita, Cristian Martin, Dana Tapalaga, Ion Sapdaru, Magda Catone, Marius Rizea, Marius Savescu, Gheorghe Mihai (nea Gigi), Traian Tudorica. Multumim Dan Creimerman pentru muzica din spotul Sprite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avem numai cuvinte de apreciere pentru campaniile non-Next folosite in mix, venite de la: Cap, Gavrila &amp; Asociatii, Grafitti BBDO, Leo Burnett, McCann Erickson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumim neobositului Sebastian Tudor de la Reload Film care ne-a ajutat cu montajul si cu casetele de emisie (evident e vorba de emisii benefice pentru mediu, nicidecum nocive). Multumim lui Vlad Gheorghiu de la KMP Studio pentru spoturile radio. Multumim lui Ionut Staicu pentru fotografiile campaniei de presa.&lt;br /&gt;Echipa Next care s-a amestecat in viata atator oameni este: Semida Duriga (strategie, texte, client service), Liviu David (montaj, texte, directie oarecare de creatie), Wanda Podgurschi (client service), Adrian Rosu (partea artistica), Oana Radu (media). Echipa Salvati Delta: Cristina Bucureasa (PR), Costel Popa (director), Dan Barbulescu (designer proiect), si Liviu Mihaiu (governature).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvati Delta e cea mai preocupata organizatie non-guvernamentala de mediu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next e cea mai preocupata agentie full-service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preluare &lt;a href="http://www.iqads.ro/stire_11780/comunicat_de_colectare_pentru_presa_selectiva.html"&gt;iqads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-7177060268923643419?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/7177060268923643419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=7177060268923643419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7177060268923643419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7177060268923643419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2010/01/colecteaza-selectiv-salvati-delta.html' title='Colecteaza selectiv! 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SzM0nWsdz9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/B1qurBB9Oc0/s200/2616249241_99c8737cb5_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418732627368464338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mintea umana este un mister total pentru mine. Cu cat incerc sa inteleg unele lucruri, cu atat ma departez de esenta, care poate fi evidenta pentru unii.&lt;br /&gt;Mintea umana te poate transforma intr-un geniu, sau un om ambitios si hotarat, sau lipsit de inhibitii, sau pur si simplu "prost". E un joc, un fel de "mima", cand toti incearca sa inteleaga mesajele tale. Multi gresesc, putini ajung sa te inteleaga si mai putini ajung sa te cunoasca intru totul. insa de cele mai multe ori este un joc cu tine insuti. Incerci sa intelegi ce vrei, cine esti, de ce...&lt;br /&gt;Cunosc oameni care stiu sa iubeasca, oameni ambitiosi si determinati, oameni veseli, oameni tristi, oameni care nu stiu cum sa obtina ceea ce vor.&lt;br /&gt;Mintea umana poate crea varietati de caractere, personalitati multiple, poate schimba pareri initial formate. Poate fi cruda, te poate transforma intr-o persoana nesigura, te poate determina sa cauti ceva in cineva, ceva ce nu vei gasi niciodata in acel om. te poate face sa privesti in alta parte, cand ceea ce vrei se afla in fata ta.&lt;br /&gt;Mintea mea si-a creat un romantism propriu, interpretabil. Ordinea este aceasta: Ratiune si Simtire. Poti simti ceva doar daca rationalizezi ca acel ceva exista. Uneori insa, cu cat te gandesti mai mult la un lucru, cu atat te poti indeparta mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;Planul sentimental este oarecum prioritar in cazul meu. Oare ce vreau? Romantismul ciudat ma poate induce in eroare. Atunci ratiunea, acea esenta a mintii, ma trezeste din visare si ma aseaza cu picioarele pe pamant...&lt;br /&gt;...Insa tot as vrea sa ma inviti la dans sub cerul instelat si linistit de vara, cand singura muzica este forfota orasului, dar suntem doar noi doi... As vrea sa mergem la un picnic intr-un loc total nepotrivit, sa petrecem o vesnicie descoperind noi constelatii, sa ma faci sa ma simt stapana peste tot pamantul, undeva deasupra orasului cu o proveliste de exceptie, sa avem piesa noastra, sa dansezi cu mine iar si iar piesele care, intamplator, ne plac, sa gasesc seara, dupa o zi lunga si obositoare, un buchet mare de trandafiri in fata usii, sa imi canti chiar daca stii ca nu ai voce, dar nu conteaza, pentru ca este pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc sa dansez pe &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lF0TzvImsl0"&gt;Erikah Badu&lt;/a&gt; sau &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTy4fP_qmX8"&gt;James Blunt&lt;/a&gt;, sa ma simt speciala in fiecare moment petrecut cu tine, lumanarile parfumate, plimbarile iarna, cand este zapada sau ninge, iubesc sunetul marii noaptea, acordurile de chitara.&lt;br /&gt;Cred in anumite lucruri in care nu as vrea sa cred, ma ameteste gandul de a schimba ceva important. As vrea sa spun atat de multe, dar mi-e teama de mintea ta. Probabil puterea de a citi mintea umana mi-ar schimba multe pareri, idei privind viata in general si cred ca as fi dezamagita de ce as afla, insa as avea o certitudine. Atunci mintea mea ar putea uni acele piese de puzzle si as vedea lumea asa cum e.&lt;br /&gt;Ti-ai pus vreodata intrebarea de ce am facut ceva la un moment dat, de ce am spus ceva poate ciudat si in afara subiectului, de ce privesc unele lucruri intr-un mod aparte? De ce am scris aceste randuri? Pentru cine?&lt;br /&gt;Totul este un joc al mintii. Poti vedea atat de mult, dar intelege atat de putin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-3901962848929986390?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/3901962848929986390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=3901962848929986390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/3901962848929986390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/3901962848929986390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2009/12/romantic-mind.html' title='Romantic Mind'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SzM0nWsdz9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/B1qurBB9Oc0/s72-c/2616249241_99c8737cb5_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-1708080229824716896</id><published>2009-12-04T19:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:40:25.474+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Promovarea simturilor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SxlJKLe6dQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DTgJnh7LCiM/s1600-h/DSC06156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SxlJKLe6dQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DTgJnh7LCiM/s200/DSC06156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411436866492331266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucrurile nu sunt asa cum ai crede ca sunt uneori.&lt;br /&gt;Ele pot fi dulci si parfumate, sau pot fi amare si seci. Viata te invaluie in amintiri, minciuni, dorinte, sperante, vise, iertare, razbunare, esecuri, fericire, lacrimi... prea multe cuvinte pentru a putea umple mintea naiva a unei picaturi pe intinsul pamant.&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare picatura e diferita, se individualizeaza prin ceea ce poate fi. Ea este de fapt doar o picatura, o ultima lacrima a cerului deja prea indurerat. E naucit de fumul negru eliberat de bestii industriale, de valurile gri-albastrui pufaite de tevile de esapament la fiecare atingere a pedalelor de cate un picior delicat al vreunei doamne, impodobit cu un pantof elegant prin simplitatea lui, sau poate apasarea grea a vreunui domn nelinistit, satul de rabdarea ce l-a incercat o ora de-a lungul unui bulevard select.&lt;br /&gt;Orice lucru poate fi deosebit, misterios, incitant, debordand de pasiune. Acestea se pot afisa insa o data in viata, deoarece ochii mintii sunt prea ocupati cu stresul cotidian pentru a mai putea observa si altceva.&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii sunt atat de simpli prin structura, dar atat de interesanti cand privesti mai atent, tot mai aproape. Un om poate fi regasit in doua trupuri distincte. Ai putea crede ca ochii iti joaca feste,ca cea mai buna idee pentru tine ar fi un control amanuntit si o pereche de lentile, insa ochii nu stiu totul. Sunt atatea lucruri mai sugestive, mai definitorii pentru tabloul expus in fata ta. Uneori ar fi bine sa inchidem ochii si sa simtim. Ce lucru extraordinar! Mai sunt si alte simturi in afara de cel vizual care te pot indruma in directii opuse.&lt;br /&gt;Ce fina poate fi atingerea picaturilor calde de vara intr-o zi torida... Ce delicat poate fi parfumul unui trandafir primit cadou de ziua ta... Ce dulci pot fi acordurile unor instrumente cand asculti piesa preferata... Ce senzatie extraordinara apare atunci cand simti cum se topeste prima bucatica de ciocolata cu lapte dupa un lung regim alimentar...&lt;br /&gt;Dar ochii... Cum ti-ai putea imagina vreodata cerul instelat de vara daca nu l-ai vazut niciodata? Cum poti simti schimbarile Lunii daca vezi doar norii de pe umerii tai, ce te apasa spre nefiresc? Unde ar fi bucuria primei carti citite? Cum sa rasfoiesti albumul de familie?&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi... ce lume ne e dat sa vedem, incarcata la refuz de toxine, suprapopulata, defrisata, poluata, calcata in picioare de generatii...&lt;br /&gt;Si oamenii sunt tot mai tristi, mai preocupati, mai bolnavi, mai naivi, mai neincrezatori, mai falsi, mai putin atenti la ceea ce e in jur. Simturile au cazut intr-o groapa cu nisipuri miscatoare si cu cat ne agitam mai mult, cu atat ne cufundam mai mult in propria deznadejde pentru o lume mai buna,mai dreapta, mai frumoasa.&lt;br /&gt;Sfarsitul ne vaneaza si totusi...ce am simtit? Ce am schimbat?&lt;br /&gt;Simturile tale la ce viseaza?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-1708080229824716896?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/1708080229824716896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=1708080229824716896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1708080229824716896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1708080229824716896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2009/12/promovarea-simturilor.html' title='Promovarea simturilor'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SxlJKLe6dQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DTgJnh7LCiM/s72-c/DSC06156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-1103786358442172783</id><published>2009-07-20T17:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:46:36.235+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Muse - Unintended</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XMCUg1J8nuI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/XMCUg1J8nuI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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/956535439571476439-1103786358442172783?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/1103786358442172783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=1103786358442172783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1103786358442172783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1103786358442172783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2009/07/muse-unintended.html' title='Muse - Unintended'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-5481635884148194465</id><published>2009-07-20T17:27:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:40:57.276+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Schimbari, nuante si culori</title><content type='html'>Arsita. Ciudat...desi e plina zi si soarele arde pamantul, eu scriu. Esenta mea imi spune ca noaptea  cea care imi ofera toata mireasma inspiratiei, care ma indeamna sa scriu, sa valorific fiecare gand ascund prin noianul de probleme si idei. Acum e zi, insa o nevoie acuta de a scoate din mine tot ce ma innebuneste imi indeamna degetele spre anumite taste negre.&lt;br /&gt;S-au schimbat cateva lucruri de cand nu am mai scris. S-a schimbat locul, timpul, oamenii ce roiesc in jurul meu s-au schimbat, aspectul exterior vizual, chiar si gandurile si sentimentele. In viata totul se poate schimba intr-o clipa... de neatentie, de nepasare, de uitare, de revedere. Clipele dicteaza deciziile noastre de moment, ce se transforma in amintiri, iar deciziile in fapte. S-a preschimbat totul in acea clipa. Nu e nimic alb sau negru, ci multe nuante de gri. Fiecare vede cate ceva intr-un fel aparte. Nu pot fi doi oameni cu aceeasi nuanta... si totul e in continua transformare.&lt;br /&gt;Iau o mica pauza si privesc pe fereastra. Atatea culori vii... Soarele aprins se revarsa peste noi, lumineaza verdele pur al frunzelor, cerul e de un albastru incredibil, totul e incarcat de lumina. Depinde acum cat de benefica e pentru fiecare aceasta lumina. Mie nu-mi place lumina puternica, imi ia toata energia, toata puterea. Ma doboara...&lt;br /&gt;Privesc intunericul ca un necunoscut prietenos, ma invie. Dar poate e doar o aparenta... Sau poate e doar aparenta ta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-5481635884148194465?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/5481635884148194465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=5481635884148194465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/5481635884148194465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/5481635884148194465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2009/07/schimbari-nuante-si-culori.html' title='Schimbari, nuante si culori'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-7697615678586573115</id><published>2009-06-02T23:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:09:38.920+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Furtuna alba.....scrisa in vremuri negre</title><content type='html'>Un fulger alb razbate cerul de pacuri negre...&lt;br /&gt;Acoperit e iara de negura tristetii.&lt;br /&gt;Ce vis frumos picteaza al dragostei funebre&lt;br /&gt;Ca un portret de suflete ce-acopera peretii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu tunetul puternic furtuna se anunta.&lt;br /&gt;Ca o regina mandra coboara dintre nouri,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru iubiri albastre ea naste iar speranta&lt;br /&gt;Iar sufletul ei alb s-arata prin furouri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdea de stele albe aluneca deodata&lt;br /&gt;Ca joc de artificii ce-anunta noul an;&lt;br /&gt;Arunca printre inimi lumini de nestemata&lt;br /&gt;Si-nvinge doar in suflet razvoinicul profan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe chipul tau albastru se-nalta o minune,&lt;br /&gt;Doi sori purtati pe brate de timpul luminos&lt;br /&gt;Rasar plini de speranta privind spre vremuri bune,&lt;br /&gt;Ce-nchisi au fost odata in suflet pacatos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-7697615678586573115?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/7697615678586573115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=7697615678586573115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7697615678586573115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7697615678586573115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2009/06/furtuna-albascrise-in-vremuri-negre.html' title='Furtuna alba.....scrisa in vremuri negre'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-7892348265147000095</id><published>2009-05-31T14:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:23:07.794+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Cine esti?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Nevoia de a scrie imi copleseste mintea si ma innebuneste. Prea multe ganduri inchise intr-un fizic evidentiat doar de nuante si aparenta. Unde e esenta? A ramas ratacita prin mintea mea ascunsa de toti ce vor sa ajunga la ea. Nu vreau sa intelegi gresit, dar tu nu trebuie sa stii. Multumeste-te cu ce vezi si primesti si vei primi mai mult. Cand vei intelege asta si vei accepta provocarea, vei vedea ca tot ce cauti e in fata ta expus. Incerc sa inteleg prin ce treci si ce faci, imi depasesc conditia stabilita cu mult timp in urma pentru a ma putea concentra pe aspectele prezente, pentru a incerca ceva nou. Sunt nervoasa, agitata. E absurd ce fac, dar stiu ca e mai bine. E impotriva mea, si pentru mine. Sau poate conditia mea egoista nu intelege ca trebuie sa cedez uneori. Incapatanarea imi macina orice suflare, imi razbate fiecare celula si le amesteca tot mai tare...tot mai agitate. Da. Acum scriu despre ce ma macina, ce ma inspira, ce ma supara sau copleseste. Tu ma coplesesti, enigma a zilelor de vara. Faci parte din soare si incalzesti sufletul si trupul, dar prea multa caldura arde. Asa esti? Rasari si ma trezesti cu prima raza, adormi si ma faci sa tanjesc dupa razele tale toata noaptea. Mie imi place luna. Acum o eclipsezi. Privesc pe geam seara si nu o gasesc. Ai ascuns luna de mine. Mie dor de luna... Te afisezi in noapte prin patura de stele, bucati din tine ce lucesc in negru. Soarele ma raneste. Dar nu ma ascund de el. Asa sunt eu. Lupt cu orice ma provoaca. Focul din mine arde tot mai puternic, pana la cer, pana la soare. Vrea sa arda soarele. Ce ciudat... Aerul il intretine. Si totusi cine esti tu?&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/956535439571476439-7892348265147000095?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/7892348265147000095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=7892348265147000095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7892348265147000095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7892348265147000095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2009/05/cine-esti.html' title='Cine esti?'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-7633612857595870053</id><published>2009-03-24T17:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:53:45.749+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Diversitate</title><content type='html'>*Inca iti simt inima in stomac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The pure image of deep pleasure apeares into you eyes../ what bigger passion to have than my own power of surprise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you ever lived "la dolce vita" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E strasnica, fermecatoare...iti fura mintile, esti tu mai presus de toti, special, diferit, ideal.&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce se intampla cand paharul de cristal de sparge intre degetele fragile ale vietii?&lt;br /&gt;Intre peretii incarcati cu tablouri, aur, comori, mesele pline cu flori de la admiratori, barul plin cu tot ce nu visai pana atunci...&lt;br /&gt;intre acei pereti e raceala camerelor de hotel care ti-au devenit casa, a meselor la restaurante alaturi de necunoscuti, a prieteniilor false.&lt;br /&gt;Nu exista un moment doar pentru tine...toti te vad cand te bucuri, cand plangi, cand propui ceva, cand gresesti, cand reusesti...&lt;br /&gt;Te hranesti cu admiratia fanilor tai, ce sar sa le dai un autograf sau sa faci o poza care pe ei ii incanta si o vor pastra la loc de cinste...&lt;br /&gt;dar pentru tine e o alta poza cu alte persoane, pe care nu le cunosti si nu le vei cunoaste niciodata...imagine ce nu o vei revedea niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;"La dolce vita" are un gust amar. Odata intrat in acea animatie, nu mai poti iesi...&lt;br /&gt;Pentru a intelege esenta acestei vieti, urmariti filmul "la dolce vita" (1960) a lui Fellini, sau pentru cei ce nu inghit imaginile alb-negru, recomand Eagles - "Hotel California"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever want to live "la dolce vita" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ce vreme...Ningea haotic si mainile goale imi inghetau pe mapa deja uda...Ce mult imi doream un loc ascund, cald, ferit din calea nebuniei albe. Sunt intr-un oras necunoscut. Am insotit o colega, dar nu ma asteptam sa fie asa diferit de insorita capitala. Nu mai simteam nimic. Inima imi batea la fel de rece, parca impotriva mea si ma facea sa ma simt goala in calea avalansei. Amestecul de strazi ma ametesc. Curand o sa-mi pierd aerul aparent linistit si voi fugi incotro vad cu ochii.&lt;br /&gt;Ce intuneric este. Deja ora 9? Ma rog sa ajung cat mai repede intr-un loc populat, luminat, sigur, dar parca furtuna a maturat toti oamenii de pe strazi si i-a inchis in case. Dar ce ma orbeste? Un autobuz...Deja fug spre el, insa nu-mi mai simt picioarele. Am reusit sa urc, dar sper sa fie cel bun. Nimic nu mai conteaza acum, caci aici e cald iar oamenii ma privesc cu ochii calzi si primitori. Cu toate astea, nu am simt nici aici in siguranta, sunt prea in fata. Soferul pare distrat. Priveste in stanga si dreapta si prea putin unde trebuie...Ahh...cat pe ce sa loveasca o masina din fata sa, dar a vazut-o la timp. Ce drumuri...abia reusesc sa ma tin, caci traseul e impracticabil de orice mijloc de transport. Si ce drumuri ascunse....dar parca nu e acelasi oras. Deja am ajuns in alta parte? Ciudat...&lt;br /&gt;Si unde se uita? O s-o loveasca...Nu! Prea tarziu...Bine ca doar a atins-o. Inima imi sare din piept. Dar unde sunt? Ce masina e asta? Unde pleaca toata lumea? Doar a atins-o...Nu are nicio zgarietura sau ceva. Cata lumina! Vreau sa ies!!! Ce se intampla? De ce atata presa? Ce e cu politia? Ia camera din fata mea...Nu am facut nimic! Nu stiu nimic!!!&lt;br /&gt;...si bazaitul telefonului ma trezeste brusc. Am primit un mesaj. Ma ridic buimaca din pat. Ce vis ciudat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-7633612857595870053?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/7633612857595870053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=7633612857595870053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7633612857595870053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7633612857595870053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2009/03/diversitate.html' title='Diversitate'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-4284731568436531320</id><published>2009-03-18T22:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:34:23.894+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Mister</title><content type='html'>A trecut ceva timp de la ultima postare... M-am gandit la ce s-a spus despre mine si mi-am dat seama ca eu sunt tot si nimic din ce sta scris. Fiecare are o alta abordare a problemei, o viziune aparte despre mine... Poate ca sunt cu adevarat misterioasa.&lt;br /&gt;Zilele ce au trecut, s-au transformat in nopti din ce in ce mai reci. Am ascultat ploaia, am privit picaturile cum se lovesc de asfalt. Am incercat sa ma luminez si sa ma descopar, dar in zadar. Chiar complicat...&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa alung melancolia si sa-mi deschid mintea catre viitor, imbratisand prezentul.&lt;br /&gt;Seara aceasta este prea rece pentru a dezgheta o inima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-4284731568436531320?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/4284731568436531320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=4284731568436531320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4284731568436531320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4284731568436531320'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Psycho Pitch: inteligenta,frumoasa,plina d viatza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marius Catalin: frumoasa ,visatoare&lt;br /&gt;Marius Catalin: inalta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandru: inteligenta, timida, simtul umorului...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ionela: ambitioasa, sociabila, distractiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrei: nonconformista&lt;br /&gt;andrei: sociabila&lt;br /&gt;andrei: vesela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandutzu: esti pesimista&lt;br /&gt;Pandutzu: open-minded&lt;br /&gt;Pandutzu: party animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra C: frumoasa, sensibila, modesta'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrei solo643: dificila&lt;br /&gt;Andrei solo643: primul cuvant care te-ar descrie&lt;br /&gt;Andrei solo643: prietenoasa&lt;br /&gt;Andrei solo643: si  de departe cea mai dragutza pers pe care o cunosc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monik: uneori tacuta...de treaba si inteligenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(¯`º» GaBy «º´¯) :*:* :*: timida uneori, frumoasa, de gashk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cassesco: desteapta,&lt;br /&gt;cassesco: cuminte&lt;br /&gt;cassesco: frumoasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ovidiu: simpatica, de treaba si isteata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kosmin: foarte inalta&lt;br /&gt;kosmin: buna&lt;br /&gt;kosmin: si blonda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: mereu mi-ai parut mai misterioasa...dar poate k te-ai mai schimbat fata de cum te stiam eu&lt;br /&gt;Alex: inalta simpatica sociabila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-5981773554725113323?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/5981773554725113323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=5981773554725113323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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obisnuit'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, James Blunt !</title><content type='html'>You're Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-834939456402799267&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=7142287131829849743&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisemen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" play="true" flashvars="m=33995425&amp;type=video&amp;a=" src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" quality="high" WIDTH="480" HEIGHT="415" TYPE="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=28696221"&gt;Carry You Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=28696221,t=1,mt=video,searchID=0a79a5f1-d37c-451e-87c9-51bd1902205c,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=28696221,t=1,mt=video,searchID=0a79a5f1-d37c-451e-87c9-51bd1902205c,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="430" height="358"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.wat.tv/swf2/172527j0YhpiI1265886" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.wat.tv/swf2/101805KQzoIuJ1265886" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="358" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="watlinks" style="width:430px;font-size:11px; background:#CCCCCC; padding:2px 0 4px 0"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" class="waturl" href="http://www.wat.tv/video/james-blunt-i-really-want-you-r4ri_m5dt_.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Blunt - I Really Want You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sélectionné dans &lt;a href="http://www.wat.tv/guide/musique" class="waturl alttheme" title="Musique"&gt;Musique&lt;/a&gt; et &lt;a href="http://www.wat.tv/guide/rock-pop-musique" class="waturl altrubrique" title="Rock / Pop"&gt;Rock / Pop&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=26282845"&gt;James Blunt - CRY spec (RLF)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=26282845,t=1,mt=video,searchID=fd3a8d13-b160-4ca2-b448-b18dc6dfd134,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=26282845,t=1,mt=video,searchID=fd3a8d13-b160-4ca2-b448-b18dc6dfd134,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"/&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/956535439571476439-3626258228067006091?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/3626258228067006091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=3626258228067006091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/3626258228067006091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/3626258228067006091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-james-blunt.html' title='Happy Birthday, James Blunt !'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-5009515700720090347</id><published>2009-02-18T20:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:23:36.139+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OK-tc3a7BMQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/OK-tc3a7BMQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;No lyrics today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-5009515700720090347?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/5009515700720090347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=5009515700720090347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/5009515700720090347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/5009515700720090347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-329994300929298491</id><published>2009-02-18T19:42:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:00:15.277+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Dragobete sau Valentine's Day ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SZxL3aIignI/AAAAAAAAALo/6UJeKyQ4EhE/s1600-h/Rose-snow-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SZxL3aIignI/AAAAAAAAALo/6UJeKyQ4EhE/s200/Rose-snow-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304197876415627890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 14px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="justify"&gt;Pe 24              februarie se iubeste. Se iubeste in stilul dulce romanesc, in cel              mai curat si mai intens mod. Este zi de primavara, iar natura revine              la viata, pasarile presara bucurie, florile anotimpului ne incanta              simturile, voia buna e la ea acasa, pe plaiurile mioritice.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 14px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="justify"&gt;Este              ziua lui Dragobete, numit si Navalnicul sau Logodnicul Pasarilor,              fecior chipes si puternic, ce ne aduce iubirea in casa si in suflet.        &lt;br /&gt;        Legenda povesteste despre Dragobete ca fiind un personaj mitologic,              similar lui Eros, al vechilor greci, si lui Cupidon, al romanilor,              ce oficia in cer, la inceputul fiecarei primaveri, nunta tuturor              animalelor, traditie ce s-a extins treptat pana in randul oamenilor              si a da nastere unor obiceiuri specifice romanilor din sudul si              nordul Dunarii. &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 14px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="justify"&gt;Din              pacate, acestea tind sa fie tot mai mult uitate de romani si              inlocuite cu sarbatoarea catolicilor dinspre Apus, aceea a Sf-ului              Valentin. In mediul rural, in special, traditia straveche, riturile              vechilor traci raman inca vii. Romanul de aici isi mai aduce inca              aminte de obiceiul de demult al fetelor si baietilor, care, in ziua              lui Dragobete, se primeneau in haine curate de sarbatoare si porneau              cu voie buna inspre padure, pentru a culege ghiocei, viorele,              tamaioasa, pe care le asezau la icoane si le foloseau la diverse              farmece de dragoste. Inspre ora pranzului, fetele porneau in goana              inspre sat, fuga fiecareia atragand dupa sine cate un baiat, si nu              unul oarecare, ci acela care le indragea. De isi prindea aleasa,              acesta ii fura o sarutare in vazul lumii, sarutare ce simboliza              legamantul lor de dragoste pe intregul an de zile. De aici si              celebra zicala "Dragobetele saruta fetele!", mult indragita de              fetele nerabdatoare, ce purtau in suflet speranta primirii a cat mai              multor sarutari, ce erau menite sa le aduca acestora dragoste pe              deplin in viitor. Un alt obicei al fetelor era de a strange omatul              netopit, apa de ploaie sau de izvor, pe care o considerau ca avand              efecte magice asupra lor atunci cand o foloseau, intrucat deveneau              mai frumoase si mai dragastoase. &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="margin: 14px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="justify"&gt;Flacaii              stransi in cete sau multimile de fete obisnuiau ca, in ziua de              Dragobete, sa isi cresteze bratul in forma de cruce, dupa care isi              suprapuneau taieturile, devenind astfel frati, respectiv surori de              cruce.&lt;br /&gt;        Traditia mai spune ca, in aceasta zi, cand biserica crestina              sarbatoreste Aflarea Capului Sfantului Ioan, oamenii isi intrerupeau              toate muncile, curatandu-si si aranjandu-si insa casa, pentru a-l              intampina sum se cuvine pe zeul iubirii, care nu venea singur, ci              insotit de asa-numitele zane Dragostele, ce le sopteau vorbe de amor              indragostitilor.&lt;br /&gt;        Fiecare avea grija ca aceasta zi sa nu ii prinda fara pereche, ceea              ce ar fi reprezentat un semn rau, prevestitor de singuratate pe              intreg parcursul anului, pana la urmatoarea zi de Dragobete.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;        Prilej de bucurie si bunastare, Dragobetele reprezinta una dintre              cele mai frumoase obiceiuri stravechi ale poporului roman. Pacat              insa ca foarte multi i-au uitat semnificatia si au substituit-o cu              sarbatoarea vecinilor nostri occidentali, aceea a Sf-ului Valentin,              ce nu are nici o inrudire cu mitologia populara romana. Insa romanii              care cunosc legenda lui Dragobete o celebreaza pe 24 februarie a              fiecarei primaveri. Nu uitati nici voi ca iubirea este la ea acasa!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;        (Madalina Marcu) preluare &lt;a href="http://www.e-scoala.ro/"&gt;Despre Dragobete&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 14px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="justify"&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SZxL3U-C5vI/AAAAAAAAALg/mF8QfmDoO6I/s1600-h/cupid_dead_colour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SZxL3U-C5vI/AAAAAAAAALg/mF8QfmDoO6I/s200/cupid_dead_colour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304197875029436146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 14px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); text-align: justify;"&gt;14              februarie este cunoscuta ca fiind ziua universala a indragostitilor.              Ce ar putea fi mai dragut decat o zi speciala dedicata dragostei, in              care sa poti spune iubitului, sotului, fratelui, mamei cat de mult              ii iubesti?&lt;br /&gt;        Motivul pentru care in acesta zi sarbatorim iubirea, este pentru ca              aceasta este ziua in care patronul indragostitilor, Sfantul Valentin              a fost executat pentru "crima" de a slavi iubirea si tinerii. In              astfel de zile, iubitii din toata lumea isi trimit poeme,              felicitari, flori, ravase de dragoste, bomboane etc.&lt;br /&gt;        Exista multe legende potrivit carora 14 februarie a devenit ziua              indragostitilor, unele datand chiar din Roma Antica. Dar cea mai              cunoscuta este urmatoarea:&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;        In Roma secolului al III-lea era imparat Claudius Gothicus al              II-lea, cunoscut si sub denumirea de Claudius cel Crud. Langa              palatul sau exista un frumos templu in care era preot Valentin.              Romanii il iubeau foarte mult si mergeau la templu numai pentru a-i              asculta predicile. In fata altarului, in care ardea vesnic un foc,              inghenuncheau ca sa-i primeasca binecuvantarea. Saraci sau bogati,              destepti sau ignoranti, tineri sau batrani, nobili sau oameni din              popor toti veneau in numar mare la Valentin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 14px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); text-align: justify;"&gt;In              imperiul Roman razboaiele erau un lucru obisnuit. Iar Claudius isi              chema supusii sa participe la razboi in fiecare an, pentru ca              luptele nu incetau niciodata. Multi dintre romani nu mai aveau nici              o dorinta de a mai merge la o batalie care se transformase de mult              intr-o lupta pentru subjugarea altor popoare. Barbatii casatoriti nu              mai doreau sa-si paraseasca familiile si fermele in care isi duceau              viata linistita. Tinerii nu doreau sa-si lase singure iubitele nici              macar pentru o zi. Din aceasta cauza, numarul celor inrolati in              armata imparatului scadea cu fiecare zi care trecea. Caludius a              devenit foarte furios, si drept consecinta a ordonat ca nici o              casatorie sa nu mai fie celebrata si toate logodnele sa fie imediat              anulate. In aceste conditii multi romani au plecat la razboi plini              de deznadejde, pentru ca isi paraseau tot ceea ce le era mai drag.              Legenda spune ca o mare parte intre ei nu au mai suportat durerea si              au murit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 14px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); text-align: justify;"&gt;Preotul              Valentin a fost foarte intristat de ordinul imparatului, considerand              ca nici un om nu are dreptul, nici macar Claudius, sa interzica              casatoriile. Asa ca, atunci cand un cuplu de indragostiti a venit la              altarul sau, Valentin a decis sa-i cunune in secret. Vestea s-a dus              in toata Roma, si in curand nenumarate perechi de tineri au venit la              templu pentru a se casatori in secret. Preotul era prietenul si              confidentul tuturor indragostitilor din districtul Romei. Dar astfel              de secrete nu pot fi tinute mult timp. Asa ca, nu a trecut multa              vreme si, Claudius cel Crud a aflat despre ceea ce se intampla si              plin de furie si de manie a poruncit soldatilor sa-l ridice pe              Valentin si sa-l azvarle in inchisoare. Considera ca, astfel nici o              alta persoana din imperiul sau nu va mai indrazni sa-i nesocoteasca              ordinele. Valentin a fost tarat din templu de catre soldatii              imparatului, de langa perechile care asteptau sa fie casatorite, si              dus la puscarie. In van l-au insotit toti prietenii sai. Furiei              imparatului nu putea nimeni sa-i faca fata, cu atat mai mult sa-i              indulpece inima de piatra. Acum este momentul in care acesta si-a              capatat porecla de Caludius cel Crud. In temnita, Valentin s-a              ofilit asemenea unei flori, care nu poate rezista mult timp fara              lumina. Departe de ceea ce era cel mai important pentru el in viata,              Valentin in cele din urma a murit. Prietenii sai devotati l-au              ingropat in biserica Sfantului Praxedes. Acest loc exista in Roma si              in zilele noastre. Toate s-au intamplat in anul 269, pe data de 14              februarie.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;        O alta legenda ne spune ca Valentin a fost unul dintre crestinii              care a propovaduit aceasta religie in acele zile de la inceputul              secolului, in care asa ceva insemna mult curaj dar si pericol si              moarte. Pentru ca a ajutat cativa martiri crestini, Valentin a fost              intemnitat, adus in fata prefectului Romei si dat in judecata. In              puscarie el a reusit sa vindece de orbire pe fata gardianului de              care s-a si indragostit. Cand crudul imparat a auzit despre aceasta              minune, a dat ordin ca Valentin sa fie decapitat. In dimineata              executiei se spune ca, Valentin a trimis fetei temnicerului un ravas              in care scria "Cu dragoste, de la al tau Valentin".&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;        Cu multa vreme inainte de anul 270, cand Roma a fost fondata de              catre Romulus si Remus si era inconjurata de pustietate, printre              numerosii zei, pe care romanii ii venerau, exista si unul numit              Lupercus. El avea menirea de a veghea asupra pastorilor si asupra              turmelor acestora. In onoarea acestui zeu, se tinea un mare festin              in fiecare luna februarie, iar aceasta sarbatoare purta denumirea de              "Lupercalia". Festivalul era un ecou al acelor zile in care Roma nu              era altceva decat un grup mai mare de pastori ce locuiau pe colinele              Palatine. In calendarul folosit in acele zile, luna februarie venea              mai tarziu decat in zilele noastre, asa ca Lupercalia era de fapt o              sarbatoare de primavara. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 14px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); text-align: justify;"&gt;Unii              sunt de parere ca originea acestei sarbatori se afla intr-un alt              festivalul numit "Faunus". Faunus, asemenea lui Pan, era zeul              recoltelor si al pastorilor. Dar originea Lupercaliei este mult mai              veche, asa ca nimeni nu poate fi de fapt sigur care este adevarul.              Nu exista insa nici un dubiu asupra importantei sale. Exista dovezi              cum ca, de exemplu, Marc Antoniu a fost seful colegiului de preoti              Luperci. El a ales sarbatoarea Lupercalia, in anul 44 IH, ca              momentul oportun pentru a-i oferi coroana lui Iulius Cezar. In              fiecare an, de 15 februarie, preotii Luperci se aduna pe colinele              Palatine la pestera Lupercal. Aici, potrivit legendei, Romulus si              Remus au fondat Roma si au fost crescuti de o lupoaica. In latina,              de fapt, cuvantul lupus inseamna lup. Unele dintre ritualurile              practicate presupunea ca, tinerele femei sa alerge pe strazi              imbracate in piei de capra pe care le bateau cu niste funii,              deoarece exista convingerea ca acest lucru le va face fertile.              Aceste vesminte purtau denumirea de februa iar impletitura de funii              februatio. Amandoua denumirile provin din limba latina si desemneaza              puritatea. Numele lunii februarie isi are originea aici. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mult              timp, dupa ce Roma a devenit un imperiu putenic si important,              sarbatoarea Lupercalia a dainuit. Cand soldatii romani au invadat,              ceea ce numim azi Franta si Britania, in primul secol dupa Hristos,              ei au dus si pe aceste meleaguri obiceiul Lupercaliei. Unii              cercetatori sunt de parere ca exista o loterie unde cu ocazia              acestei sarbatori, romanii isi puneau numele fecioarelor intr-o              cutie din care tinerii le extrageau, gasindu-si astfel perechea. Ei              deveneau iubiti vreme de un an sau chiar mai mult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;             Dupa ce credinta crestina a devenit puternica, preotii nu au mai              vrut ca oamenii sa mai practice aceste obiceiuri pagane dorind sa              uite de zeii vechi. Cu toate acestea ei nu aveau nici un interes sa              inlature festivalurile sau sporturile asa ca au decis ca Lupercalia              sa fie sarbatorita in continuare, dar sub denumirea de ziua              Valentinelor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;             In timpul zilelor cavalerilor medievali, numele fecioarelor au              continuat sa fie extrase de catre tinerii necasatoriti, cu ocazia              acestei zile. Fata devenea valentina baiatului pentru intreg anul,              iar acesta era obligat ca in toata acesta perioada sa o protejeze si              sa-i poarte numele. Acest obicei vechi, de a extrage nume de 14              februarie, era considerat ca fiind un semn bun pentru dragoste, si              deseori avea ca finalitate casatoria celor doi tineri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;             De cand aceste lucruri au inceput sa se practice, aceasta a fost              considerata ca fiind ziua indragostitilor, o zi in care iubirea este              mai presus de orice, o zi in care trebuie sa dai dar si sa primesti              dragoste de la persoana iubita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;             Istoria ne spune ca prima sarbatorire moderna a zilei              indragostitilor, dateaza din secolul al XV-lea. Tanarul duce de              Orleans, a fost capturat in timpul bataliei de la Agincourt, in anul              1415 si tinut prizonier in Turnul Londrei pentru multi ani. El a              scris, de aici, sotiei sale sute de poeme, adevarate scrisori de              dragoste, adevarate valentine. De aici provine obiceiul de a trimite              ravase de dragoste persoanei iubite cu ocazia zilei de 14 februarie.              In prezent, saizeci de astfel de scrisori de dragoste ale ducelui,              pot fi admirate in muzeul Angliei, printre documentele regale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;             Florile ca valentine apar doar cu doua sute de ani in urma. Se spune              ca fata regelui Henric al IV-lea al Frantei, a dat o petrecere in              onoarea Sfantului Valentin. Cu aceasta ocazie fiecare dintre              domnisoare a primit un frumos buchet de flori din partea iubitului              pe care si-l alesese sa-i fie valentin. Acest obicei avea sa se              raspandeasca din Franta pana in Italia si Anglia. A devenit foarte              curand un obicei obisnuit, o modalitate prin care poti sa-i arati              iubitului dragostea pe care i-o porti, trimitandu-i flori si ravase              de dragoste sau bomboane in forma de inima care sa-i poarte numele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Printre simbolurile zilei de 14 februarie se include si cel al lui              Cupidon. El este fiul nestamparat al zeitei dragostei Venus si se              presupune ca este cel care aduce iubirea in inimile indragostitilor.              Conform miturilor, oricine era lovit de sagetile de iubire ale lui              Cupidon se indragostea de prima persoana care-i iesea in cale.              Aceasta calitatea a sa a facut ca, peste decenii numeroase legende              sa dezbata acest subiect. Chiar William Shakespeare in "Visul unei              nopti de vara" realizeaza niste scene ilare pe seama personajelor              din piesa sa. Dar in final totul se termina cu bine si toti              indragostitii sunt fericiti. In mitologia romana Cupidon este              cunoscut sub denumie de Eros, fiul Afroditei. Ambele nume sunt              sinonime, de fapt, cu conceptul de iubire.&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 14px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); text-align: justify;"&gt;Cupidon              a jucat mereu un rol in celebrarea dragostei si a indragostitilor.              Una dintre legende ne vorbeste despre povestea de dragoste dintre el              si muritoarea Psyche. Venus era geloasa pe frumusetea acestei fete,              drept pentru care i-a ordonat lui Cupidon sa o omoare. In loc sa              faca asta, el s-a indragostit de ea si a luat-o de sotie. Fiind              muritoare i s-a interzis sa-l priveasca. Psyche a fost cea mai              fericita fiinta pana cand sora sa a convins-o sa se uite la sotul              ei. Pentru a o pedepsi, Cupidon a parasit-o, lund cu el toata              dragostea, despartind-o de gradinile pe care le iubea atat de mult,              lasand-o intr-un camp pustiu. Dorind sa-si regaseasca iubitul,              Psyche a intrat in templul zeitei Venus si i-a cerut sfatul. Venus              i-a dat o serie de indatoriri una mai periculoasa decat cealalta.              Dintre ele, ultima se referea la o calatorie pe taramul lui Hades              pentru a-i aduce zeitei intr-o cutie, putin din frumusetea sotiei              zeului intunericului. Cea mai grea sarcina era, in schimb, nu              calatoria in sine ci, rezistarea in fata tentatiei de a nu o              deschide. Psyche a cedat si drept rasplata a cazut intr-un somn              mortal din care doar dragostea nemarginita pe care i-o purta Cupidon              a mai putut sa o trezeasca. Miscata de iubirea dintre cei doi, Venus              a decis sa o faca si pe ea zeita.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;        Pentru o persoana iubita nu este simbol mai important ca cel al              inimii. A-i darui cuiva inima ta inseamna a-ti darui intreaga              fiinta, pentru ca inima este centrul existentei noastre. Inima              simbolizeaza cel mai nobil si cel mai profund sentiment uman:              iubirea. De-a lungul secolelor, ea a inspirat milioane de oameni si              i-a determinat sa se ridice deasupra conditiei lor umane si sa se              piarda in fiinta iubita. Asa ca inima, strapunsa de sageata lui              Cupidon, a devenit cel mai faimos dintre simbolurile zilei de 14              februarie.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;        Exista credinta potrivit careia in astfel de zile romantice,              porumbeii isi gasesc perechea. Aceasta idee este impartasita de              oameni pe intreg globul, drept pentru care porumbelul a devenit si              el unul dintre simbolurile zilei indragostitillor, reprezentand              totodata puritatea, blandetea si supunerea. Aceste pasari nu pot              trai fara tovarasul lor de viata si la scurt timp dupa ce acesta a              disparut, mor la randul lor. Ei sunt mesagerul dragostei si simbolul              pacii pe pamant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 14px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); text-align: justify;"&gt;preluare &lt;a href="http://www.e-scoala.ro/"&gt;14 Valentine's Day&lt;/a&gt;&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/956535439571476439-329994300929298491?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/329994300929298491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=329994300929298491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/329994300929298491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/329994300929298491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2009/02/dragobete-sau-valentines-day.html' title='Dragobete sau Valentine&apos;s Day ?'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SZxL3aIignI/AAAAAAAAALo/6UJeKyQ4EhE/s72-c/Rose-snow-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-5847809691471673361</id><published>2009-02-15T19:55:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:14:10.745+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Ganduri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SZhbZe3LrGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZxWYA719jiM/s1600-h/DSCF0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SZhbZe3LrGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZxWYA719jiM/s320/DSCF0316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303089054568131682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razbat in zadar gandurile intinse pe hartie in incercarea de a intelege de ce am facut anumite lucruri intr-un anumit moment. Am luptat, am renuntat, am avut rabdare, am tradat, am suferit, am plans, am ras, am iubit, am urat, am iertat, am plecat... Oare noi chiar traim in viitor, si facem totul pentru viitor? Probabil. Ne gandim sa facem in asa fel incat sa nu mai repetam greselile din trecut care se agata de noi. Toate pentru a avea un viitor mai bun, mai placut, mai plin, mai interesant...mai sigur? Siguranta? Nu ma pot exprima clar asupra-i. Idei aruncate in "Za List" undeva ascunsa in mintea mea razbat pentru implinire. E greu. Unele poate ca sunt inutile. Poate ma mint singura in multe privinte. Imi asociez imagini false legate de trecut pentru a nu ma descuraja, pentru a fi uitarea mai usoara. Dar nu pot uita. Stiu ca multe sunt iluzii trecute repetate doar pentru a capata increderea de altadata. Multe sunt false, dar unele sunt sigure. Iarasi siguranta. Ar trebui sa ravnesc la acest mod de viata, aparent lipsit de probleme. Dar inca nu a veit acea clipa sa doresc asta. Tanjesc dupa altceva. E devreme. Poate am timp. Imi voi face. Pot. Tot ce am nevoie este vointa de fier, ambitie, sa nu cedez tentatiei renuntarii, sa lupt pentru ceea ce imi doresc, sa nu ma mai las dusa de valul "trebuintei". Cand voi reusi, voi descoperi armonia in sufletul meu si voi accepta siguranta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-5847809691471673361?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/5847809691471673361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=5847809691471673361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/5847809691471673361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/5847809691471673361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2009/02/ganduri.html' title='Ganduri'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SZhbZe3LrGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZxWYA719jiM/s72-c/DSCF0316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-3061975676849633280</id><published>2009-02-05T14:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:32:11.038+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>The pieces don't fit anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iTIFPWdoGA4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/iTIFPWdoGA4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;I've been twisting and turning, in a space that's too small&lt;br /&gt;I've been drawing the line and watching it fall&lt;br /&gt;You've been closing me in, closing the space in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Watching us fading and watching it all fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't explain, why it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;So I gave it all to you&lt;br /&gt;and if you leave me now&lt;br /&gt;Oh just leave me now&lt;br /&gt;It's the better thing to do&lt;br /&gt;It's time to surrender&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long pretending&lt;br /&gt;There's no use in trying&lt;br /&gt;When the pieces don't fit anymore&lt;br /&gt;The pieces don't fit here anymore&lt;br /&gt;You pulled me under, I had to give in&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful mess, that's breaking my skin&lt;br /&gt;Well I hide all the bruises, I hide all the damage that's done&lt;br /&gt;But I'll show how I'm feelin', until all the feeling has gone&lt;br /&gt;Mmm,&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't explain, why it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Coz I gave it all to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you leave me now&lt;br /&gt;Oh just leave me now&lt;br /&gt;It's the better thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Well it's time to surrender&lt;br /&gt;It's too long pretending&lt;br /&gt;There's no use in trying&lt;br /&gt;When the pieces don't fit anymore&lt;br /&gt;The pieces don't fit here anymore&lt;br /&gt;Mmm,&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't misunderstand, how i feel&lt;br /&gt;Coz I've tried, yes I've tried&lt;br /&gt;Still I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;No I don't know why, I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Why I can't explain, why it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;I gave it all to you and if you leave me now&lt;br /&gt;just leave me now it's the better thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Well it's time to surrender&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long pretending&lt;br /&gt;There's no use in trying&lt;br /&gt;When the pieces don't fit anymore&lt;br /&gt;The pieces don't fit here anymore&lt;br /&gt;The pieces don't fït here anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-3061975676849633280?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/3061975676849633280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=3061975676849633280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Apar culori...</title><content type='html'>Iarasi noapte. Desi ploua, incep sa simt aerul primaverii. Insa abia e februarie. Ciudate timpuri mai vin...&lt;br /&gt;Acasa timpul trece asa usor. Insa prietenii sunt cei care fac timpul sa treaca si frumos. Ei dau un strop de culoare in vietile noastre. Sa nu va imaginati acum o prietenie asemeni unui camp verde, plin cu flori proaspete si parfumate, in care se aude zumzetul albinelor harnice. Nu. Nici pe departe. Campul este incarcat si de maracini, care acopera unele flori, prin care umbla diverse vietati intunecate ( de exemplu cativa bondari, furnici, paianjeni, si alti gandaci), dar si fluturi viu colorati.  Si totusi...si acestia au rolul lor in mica pasune.&lt;br /&gt;Ciudata comparatie... Nu incerc sa ma explic de ce am facut-o si de unde am pornit. Mintea umana poate produce multe, poate rezolva multe, poate face multe legaturi. Imaginatia bogata poate fi uneori ciudata. Si mintea umana e asemeni prieteniei...un camp mai mult sau mai putin incarcat.&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul le pastreaza pe toate. Sufletul e o padure...misterios, intunecat sau luminos, de salcami sau de conifere. Fosnetul frunzelor cazute toamna in padure e asemeni sufletului chinuit de soarta. Dar de ce sa disperam? Acesta va inmuguri din nou primavara...va intineri...va iubi din nou lumina si caldura ce o inconjoara.&lt;br /&gt;Totul e ciclic. Totul e relativ.&lt;br /&gt;Viata este incarcata de alb si negru. Fara nonculori nu ne modelam structura. Apoi descoperim si culorile din noi... Un joc de lumini si nuante ce se intrepatrund si ilustreaza lumea ce te inconjoara asa cum vrei tu sa o vezi. Sa nu vezi doar ce iti place... Priveste si spre ce pare ireal. Totul e culoare. Iubeste albastrul cerului din ochii tai. Iubeste galbenul soarelui din parul tau. Iubeste rosul trandafiriu din sangele tau. Iubeste culorile. Iubeste-te!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-7229017248126238413?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/7229017248126238413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=7229017248126238413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7229017248126238413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7229017248126238413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2009/02/apar-culori.html' title='Apar culori...'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-4233566474545516400</id><published>2009-01-28T20:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:29:12.202+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Marea sau Muntele?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SYCiRFXe_lI/AAAAAAAAALA/lDXpM9ocToY/s1600-h/DSC02376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SYCiRFXe_lI/AAAAAAAAALA/lDXpM9ocToY/s320/DSC02376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296411576169856594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Valuri line invaluie plaja. Marea albastra pare adormita. Alge verzi scalda nisipul rece, mangaindu-l ca mana calda a unei inimi indragostite. Iertarea e grea si motivele raman intiparite in suflet ca pasii ratacitori pe plaja goala. Inca e frig, dar soarele imbie chipul tau ravasit cu placuta caldura. Briza adie usor schimbandu-si drumul dinspre mare si se joaca in parul tau ca un copil.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Pustiu. Doar tu si marea. Prin minte imi alearga imagini razvratite, trecute in amintire ce vor sa invinga sufletul meu slab si sa ma copleseasca. Mi-e dor. Te vad pe mal, atat de aproape si totusi...nu ma pot misca. Asemeni regelui in sah-mat, sunt prinsa in cusca propriei mele ratiuni. E doar o lupta intre doua aspecte ale spiritului meu. Inima cauta iesire, dar ratiunea e mai puternica si a terminat jocul. As vrea sa merg pe urmele pasilor tai, incercand sa nu trezesc marea, sa ma opresc in spatele tau si sa-ti simt privirea trista si calda intoarcandu-se spre inima mea. Doar un vis...un gand...ce a disparut odata cu ultimul val. &lt;/span&gt;Am parasit trecutul, te-am parasit pe tine, privindu-te singur in marea de nisip, si m-am intors spre realitate. Am parasit marea.&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;Marea e prea trista iarna. Acum aleg calea muntilor greoi, in incercarea de-a atinge culmi nebanuite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/956535439571476439-4233566474545516400?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/4233566474545516400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=4233566474545516400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4233566474545516400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4233566474545516400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SX7MJQw6hSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/iTR1auntpME/s1600-h/DSC03825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SX7MJQw6hSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/iTR1auntpME/s200/DSC03825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295894671325300002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un nume simplu dintr-un cant trecut&lt;br /&gt;rasuna de pe buzele-ti de ceara;&lt;br /&gt;si vocea ta ce sufla cu un ton placut&lt;br /&gt;imi taie inima si o face sa piara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar un cosmar pierdut prin vise dulci&lt;br /&gt;deschide ochii-mi spre a lumii fata&lt;br /&gt;ce crunta se arata prin ochii mei cei mici...&lt;br /&gt;falsa si rece...ca luna noua ce se-nalta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numele e-al meu; iar de pe buzele-ti de gheata&lt;br /&gt;suna profund...dur...ma apasa.&lt;br /&gt;Ma-ngrop acum in propria-mi tacere,&lt;br /&gt;iar amintirea ta s-a stins ca o parere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-4576519159281659444?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/4576519159281659444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=4576519159281659444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4576519159281659444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4576519159281659444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2009/01/tentativa-de-cuvinte.html' title='Tentativa de cuvinte...'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SX7MJQw6hSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/iTR1auntpME/s72-c/DSC03825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-6105696754252216776</id><published>2009-01-07T19:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:49:30.766+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Broken Strings</title><content type='html'>O piesa care mie imi place foarte mult:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IrZcB-9i7I0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/IrZcB-9i7I0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;James Morrison :&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you for the last time&lt;br /&gt;It`s the last chance to feel again&lt;br /&gt;But you broke me&lt;br /&gt;Now I can`t feel anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I love you&lt;br /&gt;It`s so untrue&lt;br /&gt;I can`t even convince myself&lt;br /&gt;When I`m speaking&lt;br /&gt;It`s the voice of someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it tears me up&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hold on but it hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;I tried to forgive but it`s not enough&lt;br /&gt;To make it all Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can`t play on broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can`t feel anything&lt;br /&gt;That your heart don`t want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can`t tell you something that ain`t real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the truth hurts&lt;br /&gt;A lie`s worse&lt;br /&gt;I can`t like it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelly Furtado :&lt;br /&gt;Oh what are we doing&lt;br /&gt;We are turning into dust&lt;br /&gt;Playing house in the ruins of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both :&lt;br /&gt;Running back through the fire&lt;br /&gt;When there`s nothing left to save&lt;br /&gt;It`s like chasing the very last train&lt;br /&gt;When it`s too late (Too late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it tears me up&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hold on but it hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;I tried to forgive but it`s not enough&lt;br /&gt;To make it all Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can`t play on broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can`t feel anything&lt;br /&gt;That your heart don`t want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can`t tell you something that ain`t real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the truth hurts&lt;br /&gt;A lie`s worse&lt;br /&gt;I can`t like it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we`re running through the fire&lt;br /&gt;When there`s nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;It`s like chasing the very last train&lt;br /&gt;When we both know it`s too late (Too late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can`t play our broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can`t feel anything&lt;br /&gt;That your heart don`t want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can`t tell you something that ain`t real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the truth hurts&lt;br /&gt;And a lie`s worse&lt;br /&gt;I can`t like it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you for the last time&lt;br /&gt;It`s the last change to feel agaïn ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-6105696754252216776?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/6105696754252216776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=6105696754252216776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6105696754252216776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6105696754252216776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2009/01/broken-strings.html' title='Broken Strings'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-2966786400605124538</id><published>2009-01-06T19:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:57:34.615+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Un nou an...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SWObeliyUZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kx3WOQ1hHp8/s1600-h/DSC03722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SWObeliyUZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kx3WOQ1hHp8/s200/DSC03722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288241337239490962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cateva schimbari... am ajuns la o varsta rotunda, am trecut in alt an, m-am certat si impacat cu prieteni sau amici, m-am depasit pe mine de Revelion.&lt;br /&gt;Neschimbat...tot singura de revelion, dar inconjurata de prieteni.:)&lt;br /&gt;Anul pot spune ca l-am inceput intr-un mod "dubios". Valul de frig ce a coborat asupra noastra parca mi-a inghetat gandurile negre si mi-a deschis ochii. Merg pe gheata, dar merg inainte.&lt;br /&gt;Am cateva asteptari din partea mea in acest an. Sper sa reusesc.&lt;br /&gt;Mereu speranta moare ultima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-2966786400605124538?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/2966786400605124538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=2966786400605124538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/2966786400605124538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/2966786400605124538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-nou.html' title='Un nou an...'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SWObeliyUZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kx3WOQ1hHp8/s72-c/DSC03722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-9028915543942054451</id><published>2008-12-23T21:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:08:44.917+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Tank inspiration</title><content type='html'>Am vazut "My best friend's girl". Un film interesant si total nepotrivit momentului. Dar stilul meu nepasator depaseste situatia.&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce vreau sa spun e ca il admir pe Tank. Personajul lui e viu si oarecum il invidiez. Stiu ca nu e real, dar cred ca exista si oameni ca el. Nu ma refer la ocupatie, ci la mod de viata. Puteti spune ca e ciudat si imoral sa invidiez asa o persoana, dar e adevarat. Putini mai tin la prietenie, putin renunta la ceva foarte important pentru un prieten, putini inteleg si respecta deciziile altora. Putini lupta. Putini se schimba pentru a deveni mai buni.&lt;br /&gt;Eu momentan nu am gasit acel ceva/cineva pentru care sa pot fi mai buna, pentru care sa lupt cu adevarat. Dar, poate ca si cei care imi spun ca traiesc intr-o lume a mea, plina de vise si idei, au dreptate. Asta nu imi scoate capul din nori. Asa sunt eu.&lt;br /&gt;...At least, i have my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Pentru cei care nu inteleg, va recomand filmul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-9028915543942054451?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/9028915543942054451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=9028915543942054451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/9028915543942054451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/9028915543942054451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/12/tank-inspiration.html' title='Tank inspiration'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-6828557224341610797</id><published>2008-12-23T14:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:57:01.533+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Nostalgie de Sarbatori</title><content type='html'>Ce frumos...E 23 decembrie si afara e senin,iar soarele imi bate in geam. Ce pot spune...o adevarata atmosfera de iarna. Plus ca tot ce pot vedea sunt copacii goi si reci, oameni cu zeci de sacose pline cu "cele cuvenite" pentru masa de Craciun. Nu pot intelege de ce nebunia asta pentru cumparaturi de sarbatori. Dar nu poti schimba un obicei mai vechi decat sarbatoarea in sine.&lt;br /&gt;Unde e Spiritul Craciunului? Unde mai vedem copii ce se intalnesc sa invete colinde, pentru a fi pregatiti pentru seara de Ajun? Unde mai vedem oameni ce pregatesc cozonacii in soba invechita de vreme si atata folosinta? Unde sunt brazii? De ce omoram padurile pentru un varf uscat din care se scutura cetina la cea mai mica atingere? Ne omoram aerul. Totul e in exces. Daca e sa gasim un brad frumos in mormanul de molizi, atunci e foarte scump.&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii dau frumusetea sarbatorilor pe cadouri scumpe, brazi de pastic, Mos Craciun. Pe ce culmi sunt pierdute colindele autohtone, Steaua din ziua de Craciun, Plugul de revelion, Sorcova vesela si reuniunile de familie? De ce putini aleg sa mearga in dimineata de Craciun la Biserica, pentru adevaratul Spirit de Craciun? Cum ramane cu Iertarea si Impacarea?&lt;br /&gt;Unde e zapada alba care ne arata ce inseamna cu adevarat "iarna"? De ce distrugem lumea?&lt;br /&gt;Inconstienta sau nepasare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-6828557224341610797?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/6828557224341610797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=6828557224341610797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6828557224341610797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6828557224341610797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/12/nostalgie-de-sarbatori.html' title='Nostalgie de Sarbatori'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-1169673820885346355</id><published>2008-12-19T13:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:14:07.947+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>De ce?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SUuP_SYG9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s3BNga1Oi2g/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SUuP_SYG9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s3BNga1Oi2g/s200/Picture+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281473305449526802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce ne punem atatea intrebari? De ce suntem curiosi? De ce ne e teama? De ce mintim? De ce suntem tristi? De ce radem? De ce ne certam? De ce iubim? De ce viata e asa scurta? De ce ne trezim dimineata? De ce invatam? De ce ne dam batuti? De ce injuram? De ce ascultam muzica? De ce oferim cadouri? De ce plangem? De ce invinuim? De ce mergem la mall? De ce ne place iarna? De ce iubim marea? De ce mergem la munte? De ce ne schimbam?&lt;br /&gt;Unele au raspunsuri simple, altele au prea multe raspunsuri care ne dau batai de cap si ne fac sa ne punem alte intrebari.&lt;br /&gt;De ce incerci sa ma schimbi? De ce ar trebui sa lupt? De ce sa fiu cea mai buna? De ce sa fac asa cum imi spui? De ce sa te iubesc? De ce sa merg mai departe? De ce sa iert? De ce sa te ascult? De ce nu ma asculti? De ce nu ma accepti asa cum sunt? De ce sa am incredere in tine? De ce sa nu plang? De ce?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-1169673820885346355?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/1169673820885346355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=1169673820885346355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1169673820885346355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1169673820885346355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/12/de-ce.html' title='De ce?'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SUuP_SYG9hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s3BNga1Oi2g/s72-c/Picture+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-6821117419301637482</id><published>2008-12-12T16:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:23:44.103+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Iubeste-ma/Nu ma iubi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SUKBCKtcrCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0TERSwOefP0/s1600-h/b8best.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SUKBCKtcrCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0TERSwOefP0/s320/b8best.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278923587466341410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascult aceeasi muzica mereu. Nicio schimbare pe acest plan. Sunetele se intrepatrund cu sunetul vocii mele palide care incearca sa spuna ceva. Vreau sa ma asculti!&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu ma intelegi? Nu vreau sa crezi ca astept ceva extraordinar din partea ta. NU. Nu vreau decat sa ma asculti. Intelege-ma asa cum sunt, asculta ce am de spus...Nu. Nu e momentul sa ma intrerupi. Mai am ceva de spus. Incantarea ce-mi rasare pe chip e doar o aparenta pentru a nu parea trista, dar nu e falsa. Inca mai am o sclipire. Astept doar sa ma intelegi. Poate e prea mult pentru tine....atunci cred ca mai bine renunti sa mai incerci sa asculti ce spun. Ar fi in zadar. Spun multe si nimic in acelasi context pierdut intre 2 piese de la Coldplay. Inca mai asculti. Atunci se poate sa fim pe drumul cel bun. Inseamna ca totusi iti pasa.&lt;br /&gt;Lipsa de interes ma omoara. Ma face sa ma simt inutila si rece. Sau poate e de la vantul rece de afara. Nu ninge inca, desi ar fi placut. Poate mi-ar inmuia inima si ti-as mai da o sansa.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa-mi traiesc viata asa cum imi doresc. Nu am multe dorinte mari, insa sunt foarte puternice. Vise sunt destule, dar acelea sunt relative. Tu ce crezi ca imi doresc? Nu stii! Asta pentru ca nu intelegi ce spun. Am vorbit degeaba. Nu-mi incurca vorbele, nu-mi intoarce frazele in fata, doar asculta. Crezi ca ma poate intelege cineva asa cum sunt? Nu ai de unde sti. E inutil. Nu vreau sa te incarc degeaba. Crezi ce poti intelege.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma mai intrerupe... Folosesc cuvinte prea grele pentru situatii simple? Imi pare rau, dar acesta e stilul meu. Spun prea multe cand nu e nevoie si nu stiu ce sa spun cand ar trebui sa actionez. Asta ai inteles?&lt;br /&gt;Atunci mergem mai departe. Iubesti florile? Eu le iubesc. Sunt superbe. Nu le pot caracteriza altfel. Cred ca sunt singurele fiinte perfecte din lumea asta.&lt;br /&gt;Dar noaptea? Noaptea e preferata mea atunci cand e liniste si senin. Ma copleseste. Infinitul ei ma incarca de energie. Luna imi da un zambet in fiecare seara si imi raspunde prin lumina ei calda. Noaptea fara stele e trista, ca si omul fara suflet. Deja te ametesc intrebarile mele? Atunci te las sa te gandesti.&lt;br /&gt;Acum e randul tau sa vorbesti. Eu stiu sa ascult.&lt;br /&gt;Alege.&lt;br /&gt;Iubeste-ma sau... nu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-6821117419301637482?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/6821117419301637482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=6821117419301637482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6821117419301637482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6821117419301637482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/12/iubeste-manu-ma-iubi.html' title='Iubeste-ma/Nu ma iubi...'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SUKBCKtcrCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0TERSwOefP0/s72-c/b8best.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-3168421448815473506</id><published>2008-11-29T23:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:41:12.671+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Inca o zi...infinit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/STT0iju_CqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VTtYK6-2CF0/s1600-h/DSC03647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/STT0iju_CqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VTtYK6-2CF0/s320/DSC03647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275109938102733474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si a mai trecut o zi. Sunt acasa. E cald. E tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;Nu e niciodata liniste. Cateva masini trec pe bulevard, se opresc in intersectie, calca zebra cu noile cauciucuri de iarna, accelereaza...viteza. In incapere ai vrea sa asculti doar intunericul, insa mai e perturbat si de sunetul muzicii de la calculator. "Incubus-Love hurts". As avea nevoie de acel moment de liniste deplina cand pot sa imi adun gandurile si sa le asez frumos in sertarele mintii mele dezordonate. Prea mult zgomot. Daca as opri muzica, nu as rezolva nimic. Zgomotul e de afara. E o jungla.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de ceva. Acel ceva iar imi strabate mintea. Se pare ca nu am reusit sa il inregistrez in sectorul inimii, ramanand la fel de imprastiat in mintea mea ca si multe alte ganduri.&lt;br /&gt;A trecut si ora 00:00. E 30 Noiembrie si e Sf. Andrei. La Multi Ani!&lt;br /&gt;Amintirile din ziua trecuta cer inregistrare: Dimineata, tunsoarea, imprevizibil, nesiguranta, neputinta, resemnare, acceptare, televizor, filme, ploaie, gluga cu puf, maini reci, cupidon, pisica neagra, balti, adidasi albi, strazi pustii, lapovita iar, Plus, ciocolata, racoare, caldura, nepasare, trist, dor, "Sparks", "I miss you", Duffy, cuvinte, poze, alb&amp;amp;negru, somn, si lista continua la nesfarsit. Doar intr-o zi...&lt;br /&gt;Acum imi voi continua lista de ganduri amestecare, incalcite si nesigure. Poate voi visa o portita de iesire din aceasta oboseala mintala. Am ochi de plimb... nu mai sunt verzi, sunt cenusii. Acum e doar ceata si a corpului muzica.&lt;br /&gt;Noapte buna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-3168421448815473506?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/3168421448815473506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=3168421448815473506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/3168421448815473506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/3168421448815473506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/11/inca-o-ziinfinit.html' title='Inca o 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SS0HNijQmQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IEgEffpfDEU/s1600-h/DSC03515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SS0HNijQmQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IEgEffpfDEU/s320/DSC03515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272878667915106562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mai trecut un an.&lt;br /&gt;De ziua ta iti dai seama cat de repede trece timpul.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi iti amintesti toate clipele frumoase din ultimul an, dar si cele mai putin placute.&lt;br /&gt;De ziua ta te bucuri si te intristezi.&lt;br /&gt;De ziua ta iti dai seama cine tine la tine si cine nu.&lt;br /&gt;De ziua ta iti dai seama cum apari in ochii celorlalti.&lt;br /&gt;De ziua ta pui in balanta tot si descoperi pentru cine merita sa lupti.&lt;br /&gt;De ziua ta te simti print sau cersetor.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SS0HONcqjHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yaSZsfx2ZwM/s1600-h/DSC03528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SS0HONcqjHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yaSZsfx2ZwM/s320/DSC03528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272878679430171762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ziua ta visezi, iti pui dorinte si speri.&lt;br /&gt;De ziua ta primesti cadouri.&lt;br /&gt;De ziua ta zambesti sau plangi.&lt;br /&gt;De ziua ta... nimic nu se intampla cum planuiesti, dar nu vei regreta.&lt;br /&gt;De ziua ta cauti schimbarea.&lt;br /&gt;De ziua ta ierti.&lt;br /&gt;De ziua ta iubesti tot din jur.&lt;br /&gt;De ziua ta esti altfel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-7289646320591004179?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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speranta&lt;br /&gt;Dar e indepartata la sapte luni distanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclipsa peste luna, e intuneric...noapte.&lt;br /&gt;Iubiri pierdute-n stele isi dau suflu de moarte,&lt;br /&gt;Lumina cea din inimi incearca sa razbata&lt;br /&gt;Intunecimea vietii pentru un vis, odata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea e blestemul ce da-a inimii culoare,&lt;br /&gt;Cum un samurai lupta pentru a sa onoare,&lt;br /&gt;Tu vei lupta vesnic sa mai traiesti o data&lt;br /&gt;Cand tot in jur pierea pentru-o inima de fata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-9006547312769419230?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/9006547312769419230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SR8TsW2tOUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tA8BsBfoONc/s1600-h/PB120029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SR8TsW2tOUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tA8BsBfoONc/s320/PB120029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268951741816977730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SR8TsFdP57I/AAAAAAAAAIg/yqO6DGxfI6c/s1600-h/PB120018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SR8TsFdP57I/AAAAAAAAAIg/yqO6DGxfI6c/s320/PB120018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268951737146795954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;V-am promis poze :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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continuare'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SR8Ts_i9LVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EALBfDDzHdI/s72-c/PB120023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-1581989874760002783</id><published>2008-11-13T15:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:11:07.535+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Inevitabil.Imprevizibil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SRw1S4K3kUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Wm5ER99EAvI/s1600-h/DSC02411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SRw1S4K3kUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Wm5ER99EAvI/s320/DSC02411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268144262548525378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa pot vedea pentru un moment ce ar putea fi peste 3 zile. Totul in jurul meu devine haotic si de neinteles. In acelasi timp insa, totul devine frumos si interesant. As vrea sa evadez pentru cateva zile din toata nebunia ce graviteaza in jurul meu, sa ma detasez de tot si toate... macar pentru 3 zile. Inmarmurita de gestul nebun al unui om imprevizibil, incerc sa respir aerul taios de toamna tarzie, insa parca si ceata apasatoare ma sufoca. Caut raspunsuri noi la intrebari vechi, caut alinare si intelegere in bratele destinului ce ma poarta in noapte. Ma gandesc sa repar ce a fost stricat candva, incerc sa plutesc pe o linie continua si sigura.&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt ca pe podul peste Siret, undeva sus, taiata in bucati de vantul rece si puternic, deasupra tuturor si totusi cu picioarele pe pamant. Ma intorc cu fata spre soare sperand ca el sa ma indrume spre lumina. Inca mai bantui prin ceata densa... Din toate partile ma simt impinsa si nu pot vedea pe unde merg. Inevitabil e ca atunci cand te simti singur sa nu primesti nicio mana care sa te sustina pe drumul cel drept. Inevitabil e atunci cand ajungi la un punct favorabil, dar totul in jur incepe sa lucreze pentru sau impotriva ta.&lt;br /&gt;Intrigi si suspine... Decizii luate in fuga, descoperind imprevizibilul. Dorinta de a merge mai departe sau de a te opri inainte de toate. O minune de culori si o combinatie reusita. Un buchet de trandafiri si o inima incarcata. Nesiguranta zilei de maine. Jocul varstei. Trecerea timpului. Dezamagiri si esecuri. Regrete si iertare. Ziua de azi si momentul cand te simti fericit. Cautarea comorii din sufletul tau si intregirea cheii spre ea. Imprevizibil. De neuitat. Rational. Speranta. Dorinta de a avea acel ceva...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-1581989874760002783?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/1581989874760002783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=1581989874760002783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1581989874760002783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1581989874760002783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/11/inevitabilimprevizibil.html' title='Inevitabil.Imprevizibil.'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SRw1S4K3kUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Wm5ER99EAvI/s72-c/DSC02411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-134697570438043037</id><published>2008-11-12T11:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:07:26.928+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Show time</title><content type='html'>Muzica... Un val de cuvinte si sunete ce se impletesc in acorduri nebune. O piesa de teatru jucata de un actor bun... Un suflet normal... Un show fenomenal. Acelasi om, aceeasi formatie, mereu diferit, mereu fabulos... &lt;a href="http://tudorchirila.blogspot.com/2008/11/balul-de-aseara.html"&gt;VAMA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[in curand imagini]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-134697570438043037?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/134697570438043037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=134697570438043037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/134697570438043037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/134697570438043037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/11/show-time.html' title='Show time'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-4980463624375066109</id><published>2008-11-10T08:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:01:07.664+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Stay with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OUhUXUesJQw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/OUhUXUesJQw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Brother and sister&lt;br /&gt;Together will make it through&lt;br /&gt;Some day a spirit will&lt;br /&gt;Take you and guide you there&lt;br /&gt;I know you've been hurtin'&lt;br /&gt;But I've been waitin' to&lt;br /&gt;Be there for you&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there just helpin'&lt;br /&gt;You out whenever I can&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's Free&lt;br /&gt;Listen, this one's for all&lt;br /&gt;The ones showin' love,&lt;br /&gt;Its appreciated, life's crazy man, Listen to the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS.&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me don't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Too soon, the angels can wait&lt;br /&gt;For a moment&lt;br /&gt;(They can wait for a moment)&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me don't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Too soon, the angels can wait&lt;br /&gt;For a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, listen to the words&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 1.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry for me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;No point of wasted tears, our&lt;br /&gt;Time will come one day and I'm&lt;br /&gt;Just confronting my fears&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not really a fear&lt;br /&gt;It's more like a destiny/&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I sit and wonder -is this&lt;br /&gt;Life really for me? 'Cos&lt;br /&gt;I've seen, seen, heard, felt&lt;br /&gt;I'm done. I hope ur proud of&lt;br /&gt;Where I've come, you've seen me&lt;br /&gt;Grow and helped me through,&lt;br /&gt;And there is no repayin' you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm here and I feel like I'm&lt;br /&gt;Delayin' you, betrayin' you,&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm gone I hope there's&lt;br /&gt;Someone savin' you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Stay with (I'm gonna stay, listen)&lt;br /&gt;Me don't fall asleep too soon&lt;br /&gt;(I'm gonna try not to) the angels&lt;br /&gt;Can wait for a moment&lt;br /&gt;(They can wait man, I swear)&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me don't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Too soon the angels&lt;br /&gt;(I'm gonna hold on)&lt;br /&gt;Can wait for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see your face&lt;br /&gt;Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com&lt;br /&gt;Every time I come home 'cos&lt;br /&gt;I can't leave u like this&lt;br /&gt;In this cold world alone,&lt;br /&gt;But, in this life we live in,&lt;br /&gt;Who knows when I'll be gone,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna leave you&lt;br /&gt;With 'what if's?, now I'm in for&lt;br /&gt;Long (To the world)&lt;br /&gt;There's too much to prove,&lt;br /&gt;And Sometimes I wonder what I&lt;br /&gt;Really have to lose, and then&lt;br /&gt;I really see it's not all&lt;br /&gt;About me, I wanna shield you from&lt;br /&gt;This harsh, mad reality, it's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS.&lt;br /&gt;(Like, life's risky somemtimes,&lt;br /&gt;But really, u gotta take your chances)&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me, don't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Too soon the angels can wait&lt;br /&gt;For a moment(It's crazy look)&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me don't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Too soon, the angels can wait&lt;br /&gt;For a moment.&lt;br /&gt;(Listen to the words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the world,&lt;br /&gt;Life's a game and we need to&lt;br /&gt;Play it correct, do the&lt;br /&gt;Right moves and don't get caught&lt;br /&gt;Up in loadsa mess,&lt;br /&gt;Be calm, don't be stressed,&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to pass the test,&lt;br /&gt;Stand your ground an don't let&lt;br /&gt;Others put you to the test&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS.&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me, don't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Too soon the angels can wait&lt;br /&gt;For a moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-4980463624375066109?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/4980463624375066109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=4980463624375066109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4980463624375066109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4980463624375066109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/11/stay-with-me.html' title='Stay with me'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-1324078395870980816</id><published>2008-11-07T10:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:47:53.867+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Singuratate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SRQASjSzAnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KviXY7YTNLc/s1600-h/DSC01582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SRQASjSzAnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KviXY7YTNLc/s320/DSC01582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265834183014679154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un vant domol imi suiera prin vene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suspin privind a gandurilor semne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce mi se zbat in minte si privire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si imi cutremur-a inimii-amagire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorinta de necunoscut m-apasa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa nu uit cheile pe masa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caci de m-oi rataci-n adancuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa-mi pot deschide pasnicele ganduri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un gand vrajmas imi da tarcoale inca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cand tot ratacesc singura-n lunca;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma intorc intr-un trecut aparte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care va invinge-a mea singuratate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-1324078395870980816?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/1324078395870980816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=1324078395870980816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1324078395870980816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1324078395870980816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/11/singuratate.html' title='Singuratate'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SRQASjSzAnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KviXY7YTNLc/s72-c/DSC01582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-7664178530783853102</id><published>2008-11-06T15:46:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:29:13.250+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='altceva decat obisnuit'/><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1.If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2. If you have a dream you'd like to come true, what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;If i tell you, i would have to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some "special friend" who hurt me badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;Donate 3/4 of them, and the rest will be for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5. Will your best friend always be your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;What best friend? I have stopped believing in that for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;6. Have you ever been in love with 2 people at once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nop. Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;7. How long would you wait for someone you really loved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;Until my love will fade for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;8. If you won the lottery, would you quit the job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;If i would have a job that moment...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;9. Who is on your celebrity top 5 ... you know, the ones ... that if you ever had an opportunity ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;Johnny Depp, Christian Bale, Robert Hoffman, Will Smith and....Keanu Reeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;10. What sucks the life out of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;12. What is your greatest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;Solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;Open-minded, smart and...Saw addict ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but pour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;Loved and inlove...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;Close the stupid Alarm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, if is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;17. Is your career vitally important to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;No career right now. Not vitally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing someone has done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;I forgive, but never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;19. Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;I prefer being in a good relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;20. List 6 people to tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pandutzu.com/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://resurgam-pivoine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ame&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://4eva-in-a-dream.hi5.com/"&gt;Andra&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://luminita4me.hi5.com/"&gt;Diana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://solo643.hi5.com/"&gt;Solo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://adio-eu.hi5.com/"&gt;Adi&lt;/a&gt;, Adi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gramo.ro/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-7664178530783853102?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/7664178530783853102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=7664178530783853102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7664178530783853102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/7664178530783853102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/11/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-3007770938398317605</id><published>2008-11-04T21:43:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:40:35.909+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SRCnQNVVnFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FbWItgGMG9s/s1600-h/DSCF0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SRCnQNVVnFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FbWItgGMG9s/s320/DSCF0584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264891861295012946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am o problema. Cunosc o imagine. E inca vie in mintea mea. O fotografie veche, desi mintea mea o reimprospateaza mereu... Iubesc sufletul din ea... sau poate nu.&lt;br /&gt;Problema e ca nu traim intr-o lume ca cea din filmele de dragoste... Lupta crancena intre ratiune si suflet ma doboara.&lt;br /&gt;Problema e ca nu e pe un singur plan,ci se revarsa in viata mea, in ochii mei, in mintea si inima mea zilnic, pe toate caile reale sau ireale.&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa domin ce nu e relevant pentru vremurile acestea, insa tot revin si se plimba nestingherite prin ochii mei, intiparite adanc intr-un spatiu din creier special creat pentru ele. Apar ca faclii arzatoare in noptile cu Luna noua.&lt;br /&gt;In noapte se arata ca niste strigoi pe intuneric, adanc in visele ciudate despre Sburatori si demoni cu ochi de jar.&lt;br /&gt;Problema este ca ma tin inchise intr-un glob de sticla alaturi de toate fotografiile si amintirile auditive. Inchid ochii si imi astup urechile, dar in zadar... Capul imi vajaie precum bate crivatul in noptile reci de ianuarie, spulberand zapada de pe marginea soselelor. Prizoniera in propria mea minte...glob a carui cheie e sufletul din mine.&lt;br /&gt;Problema e simpla. Eu complic totul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-3007770938398317605?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/3007770938398317605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=3007770938398317605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/3007770938398317605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/3007770938398317605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/11/problem.html' title='Problem...'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SRCnQNVVnFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FbWItgGMG9s/s72-c/DSCF0584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-4574162099319968855</id><published>2008-10-30T23:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:41:19.895+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='altceva decat obisnuit'/><title type='text'>Free Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SQopaXJqT8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Hj8IY7O4eTU/s1600-h/DSCF0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SQopaXJqT8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Hj8IY7O4eTU/s200/DSCF0550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263064647403720642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am facut-o si pe asta...M-am lasat dusa de val, purtata pe marea de multime pana la Universitate unde se desfasura Free Hugs. Am facut ceva ce nu imi sta in fire in general, imprevizibil.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SQopZnqooII/AAAAAAAAAHI/PmaQ7_2sqwk/s1600-h/DSC03258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SQopZnqooII/AAAAAAAAAHI/PmaQ7_2sqwk/s200/DSC03258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263064634657120386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O imbratisare poate face diferenta. Iti poate schimba total ziua.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SQopadO2vkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jsy5nyq9RrQ/s1600-h/DSC03259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SQopadO2vkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jsy5nyq9RrQ/s200/DSC03259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263064649036119618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...in amintirea fericirii...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-4574162099319968855?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/4574162099319968855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=4574162099319968855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4574162099319968855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4574162099319968855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-hugs.html' title='Free Hugs'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SQopaXJqT8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Hj8IY7O4eTU/s72-c/DSCF0550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-3741711124481825601</id><published>2008-10-23T21:20:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:52:29.288+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Visand o amintire</title><content type='html'>E noapte.E tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;Cuvinte de prisos m-apasa.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fara minte ma inchid in mine&lt;br /&gt;Si ma cutremur. Iar ploua...&lt;br /&gt;O raza de lumina paleste intunericul&lt;br /&gt;Urmata de un sunet toropit de luna...&lt;br /&gt;Luna dispare... un nor apare&lt;br /&gt;Si patru stele-i sunt cununa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ma trezesc... E intuneric.&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimi din cer imi topesc fata&lt;br /&gt;Si un fior imi da sparanta...&lt;br /&gt;Inchid ochii. O amintire din trecut apare,&lt;br /&gt;Ea e prezenta si nu dispare.&lt;br /&gt;Inmarmurita-ntind mana&lt;br /&gt;Eu, incercand sa prind cununa.&lt;br /&gt;Acum alerg sa-l prind din urma&lt;br /&gt;Si am uitat umbrela...Tuna.&lt;br /&gt;Un ultim strop iar mi-a aprins obrajii&lt;br /&gt;Si m-a facut sa ma opresc. Iluzia acum dispare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atunci am plans si m-am trezit in lacrimi,&lt;br /&gt;Totul fusese vis de patimi.&lt;br /&gt;E amintirea ce bantuie in noapte,&lt;br /&gt;E dulce Zburator al tineretii moarte...&lt;br /&gt;Luna pe cer e plina si trufasa,&lt;br /&gt;Pazita de-o armata instelata.&lt;br /&gt;E liniste. E pace.&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SQDHr7dkaiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PmyUHoS2F2o/s1600-h/DSC02874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SQDHr7dkaiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PmyUHoS2F2o/s200/DSC02874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260423922278754850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce e scris mai sus poate fi pentru unii fara rost, fara sens si inteles, dar nu va pot deslusi enigmele trecute. Aveti libertatea de a interpreta in ce mod doriti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-3741711124481825601?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/3741711124481825601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=3741711124481825601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/3741711124481825601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/3741711124481825601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/10/visand-o-amintire.html' title='Visand o amintire'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SQDHr7dkaiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PmyUHoS2F2o/s72-c/DSC02874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-2996021131501361251</id><published>2008-10-22T00:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:11:40.113+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Dezarmant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SP5SrC-y9RI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BdBawq6r_N8/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SP5SrC-y9RI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BdBawq6r_N8/s200/DSC00539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259732314303427858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privesc printre vise... ma gandesc la copilul de altadata, la adolescenta naiva... Ma gandesc la mine si la cei ce au fost... Ma gandesc la mine si la cei ce sunt. Sunt inconjurata de imagini alb-negru care imi fac sufletul cenusiu sa tresara. Un cuvant ma poate transforma in orice. Incerc sa scap de corvoada de amintiri si sa "traiesc clipa". E bine oare? Imi condamn sufletul la suferinta si extaz in acelasi timp. Imi condamn gandurile. La interior arde un conflict aprig intre suflet si ratiune. Poate ca as dori sa ma trezesc din vis intr-o dimineata si totul sa dispara, sa fie doar fictiune... sau poate nu. Suflete in antiteza si principii arse se zbat in clarul ochilor mei, dar cine poate intelege?&lt;br /&gt;Un suflet cald imi e salvare, dar e ratacit departe. Mi-as dori sa il atrag in miresme de crizantema si flori de lacramioare, dar povara grea primita pentru incercarea de a face bine prin rau nu ma lasa sa ajung la flori. Ma lasa ratacitoare printre fulgi de nea si maini reci ca de gheata, imobilizata de propria-mi decizie.&lt;br /&gt;In incercarea de a-mi incalzi mainile cu alte maini, ajung prinsa in plasa imoralitatii, ma transform in ceea ce incercam sa evit pe vremuri. Nu urasc nimic din ce este si ce a fost. Nu mai e cazul sa regret pentru ca totul e in zadar.&lt;br /&gt;Merg mai departe trecandu-mi mana peste ochii umeziti de vreme si ma inviorez cu un zambet. Las visele departe, inchise in cutia dezarmarii, deschid ochii larg pentru a vedea lumea si pasesc. Terenul e nesigur, dar macar e real...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-2996021131501361251?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/2996021131501361251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=2996021131501361251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/2996021131501361251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/2996021131501361251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/10/dezarmant.html' title='Dezarmant'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SP5SrC-y9RI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BdBawq6r_N8/s72-c/DSC00539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-2432268048191426099</id><published>2008-10-20T22:14:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:56:51.563+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Ma arunc printre frunze....e noapte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SPzgsaQruVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5yx_UNw7xU0/s1600-h/DSC03174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SPzgsaQruVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5yx_UNw7xU0/s200/DSC03174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259325518430058834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visez din nou? Mergand pe strada mangai cerul cu privirea mea calda si el imi raspunde trecand o adiere usoara prin parul meu. Aerul cald ma imbata in culoare, iar adierea rece ma trezeste la viata. Iubesc toamna pentru culorile ei, pentru covorul de frunze rascolite la trecerea mea prin ele, pentru cerul albastru si rece, pentru ploile mohorate, pentru un sfarsit si un nou inceput.&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea cerul e mai clar si aerul mai tare... Luna rasare mareata si lenesa, stand ascunsa printre blocuri... Nu o pot vedea de aici.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SPzgsHl8_oI/AAAAAAAAAGo/026pqm2ua90/s1600-h/DSC02743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SPzgsHl8_oI/AAAAAAAAAGo/026pqm2ua90/s200/DSC02743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259325513418997378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O lumina calda aluneca pe geam&lt;br /&gt;Si ma priveste cum imi tresalta chipul...&lt;br /&gt;Caut pe cer o sursa de iubire&lt;br /&gt;Dar acea luna grasa asista fara viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O raza-i este mana ce imi alina ochii&lt;br /&gt;Ii scutura de lacrimi si-ncearca sa ma-nvete&lt;br /&gt;Ca lumea asta mare e rece si ostila;&lt;br /&gt;Nu merita ca sufletu-mi sa-l chinui cu speranta.&lt;br /&gt;........"&lt;br /&gt;Acelasi vis inalt, aproape printre stele, prinzand luna de-o raza, ma macina mereu.&lt;br /&gt;...sunt doar vorbe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-2432268048191426099?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/2432268048191426099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=2432268048191426099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/2432268048191426099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/2432268048191426099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/10/ma-arunc-printre-frunzee-noapte.html' title='Ma arunc printre frunze....e noapte.'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SPzgsaQruVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5yx_UNw7xU0/s72-c/DSC03174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-2273173070633430327</id><published>2008-10-18T00:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:01:05.944+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Senseless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SPkLGHbAufI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Pdco26EPDZA/s1600-h/crow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SPkLGHbAufI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Pdco26EPDZA/s200/crow1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258246239631227378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;Toamna imi strabate corpul printr-un fior rece, asemeni gandurilor de demult. Pe fundal stropii unei ploi mohorate lovesc surd tabla de la balcon si canta o melodie trista. Caut caldura insa nu primesc decat o privire rece. Ating chipul ce-o pastreaza si tresar.&lt;br /&gt;Nicio alta miscare in jur.&lt;br /&gt;Iau mana in mainile mele si o aduc aproape, insa ea cade sub influenta gravitatiei pacatoase lasandu-ma lipsita de putere. Incerc sa ating privirea cu ochii mintii, dar in zadar... totul e intuneric.&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu simti atingerea mea?&lt;br /&gt;Gandul ca visez ma doboara si inchid ochii. Ii deschid intr-o secunda, dar totul e ca inainte.&lt;br /&gt;Nu e decat imaginea mea pe fereastra, iar privirea intunecata apare printre raze de lumini din ecranul blestemat. Un film dur... fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut "Corbul". Am adormit si m-am trezit printre lumini albastre.&lt;br /&gt;Tresar si racoarea noptii imi patrunde in vene. Ploua in oras si e pustiu. Nu sunt decat eu si lumina artificiala.&lt;br /&gt;Se face intuneric si ma scufund printre vise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-2273173070633430327?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/2273173070633430327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=2273173070633430327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/2273173070633430327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/2273173070633430327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/10/senseless.html' title='Senseless...'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SPkLGHbAufI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Pdco26EPDZA/s72-c/crow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-7516232578155929015</id><published>2008-10-15T10:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:36:35.570+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Carpe Diem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SPWdbvNObwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/p2k89B0Dpvo/s1600-h/28-Time-Management.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SPWdbvNObwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/p2k89B0Dpvo/s200/28-Time-Management.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257281239878889218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am intalnit multe persoane care merg pe ideea "traieste clipa", pentru care tot ce conteaza e prezentul si ce ofera acesta, pentru care trecutul e doar un album de poze si viitorul doar o idee. Si eu credeam ca e interesant sa fac asta, sa nu ma las influentata de nimic si sa nu gandesc prea mult inainte de a lua o decizie, totul sa fie de moment. Inca mi se mai intampla asta, dar nu foarte des. O analiza corecta a evenimentelor importante din prezent este uneori foarte benefica.&lt;br /&gt;In trecut am surprins o discutie intr-o emisiune la TV, nu as putea spune acum numele emisiunii sau cine era invitat, insa ceva mi-a atras atentia. Era o discutie despre prezent si cineva spunea ca "nu exista prezent, exista doar trecut si viitor". Avea si o explicatie destul de simpla... Orice spui in "prezent" trece intr-o fractiune de secunda in trecut. Cum sunt aceste cuvinte pe care le scriu aici. Ce e mai sus deja a fost scris, deci momentul a trecut. intr-o secunda se trece foarte rapid de la viitor la trecut si prezentul poate fi omis, deci nu exista. Altcineva venea cu teoria "prezentului etern", cand totul este un prezent continuu.&lt;br /&gt;Unii spun ca toate aceste discutii ne incarca viata si ne complicam existenta. Dar viata este facuta pentru a fi complicata, grea, astfel frumoasa. Simplitatea vietii poate duce la monotonie.&lt;br /&gt;Pana la urma, merita sa riscam aspecte din viata noastra pentru o clipa?&lt;br /&gt;Clipele vin si trec cu fiecare secunda, minut, ora... Facem multe greseli, incercam sa le ascundem, reusim de multe ori prin minciuna, si trecem peste. Dar de ce nu incercam sa reparam greselile?&lt;br /&gt;Prea multe chipuri false, prea multe vorbe fara rost, prea multe fapte ascunse....&lt;br /&gt;Prea multe comentarii si prea putina judecata...&lt;br /&gt;Prea multe minciuni si prea putine adevaruri...&lt;br /&gt;Prea multe promisiuni si prea putine impliniri...&lt;br /&gt;Onoarea se pierde, sinceritatea se pierde, iertarea se pierde...&lt;br /&gt;Prea multi se gandesc la Carpe Diem si prea putini se gandesc la ce a fost si ce va fi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-7516232578155929015?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/7516232578155929015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-4028844798521135554</id><published>2008-10-13T18:08:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:10:47.577+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>We have a map of the piano</title><content type='html'>Recomandare: Wicker Park (movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDb8hduT584&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDb8hduT584&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't flow so fast&lt;br /&gt;You little mountain hum&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a bottle down to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't flow this fast&lt;br /&gt;You hold a little hum&lt;br /&gt;I'll bottow sounds of me for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't flow so fast&lt;br /&gt;You little mountain din&lt;br /&gt;I'll bottow piano sounds from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't flow so fast&lt;br /&gt;You little mountain noise&lt;br /&gt;I'll close my eyes and bite your tongue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-4028844798521135554?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/4028844798521135554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=4028844798521135554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4028844798521135554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4028844798521135554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-have-map-of-piano.html' title='We have a map of the piano'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-8239928183710465185</id><published>2008-10-09T13:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:44:01.506+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Cea mai frumoasa zi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yaUwrIyKiNk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yaUwrIyKiNk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un fel de a mai lungi&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai frumoasa zi&lt;br /&gt;Ar fi daca m-ai putea minti.&lt;br /&gt;Ai da ceasul inapoi,&lt;br /&gt;Ai fierbe doua oua moi,&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ai spune ca-n casa suntem doar noi.&lt;br /&gt;Tacerea te-ar ajuta&lt;br /&gt;Sa scapi de intrebarea mea,&lt;br /&gt;Din toate intrebarile&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai grea...&lt;br /&gt;Cand seara s-ar face gri&lt;br /&gt;Nu te-ai mai putea stapani&lt;br /&gt;Din baie la telefon,ai vorbi...&lt;br /&gt;Cu glasul intunecat,&lt;br /&gt;Cu aerul imbufnat,&lt;br /&gt;Orice numai sa ma vezi plecat.&lt;br /&gt;si atunci te-ntreb&lt;br /&gt;Mai stii?&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai frumoasa zi&lt;br /&gt;A fost la inceput&lt;br /&gt;Cand nu ma puteai minti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-8239928183710465185?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/8239928183710465185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=8239928183710465185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/8239928183710465185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/8239928183710465185'/><link 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value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UeypOvsY91Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani!!!! Post special pentru Ciprian, varul meu drag :X:X:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-6550028864563348222?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/6550028864563348222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=6550028864563348222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6550028864563348222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6550028864563348222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-multi-ani.html' title='La multi ani!'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-4799557688871928796</id><published>2008-09-30T22:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:03:46.959+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Forever not yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmNFzCiexpA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmNFzCiexpA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;This is a lonely night&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt you baby&lt;br /&gt;Because you are my light&lt;br /&gt;Make me strong&lt;br /&gt;Just like you make me weak&lt;br /&gt;When your hands reach out for me&lt;br /&gt;Even in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon be gone now&lt;br /&gt;Forever not yours&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long now&lt;br /&gt;Forever not yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories they keep coming through&lt;br /&gt;The good ones hurt more&lt;br /&gt;Than the bad ones do&lt;br /&gt;The days were high&lt;br /&gt;And the nights were deep&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;I miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon be gone now&lt;br /&gt;Forever not yours&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long now&lt;br /&gt;Forever not yours&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon be gone now&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long now&lt;br /&gt;Forever not&lt;br /&gt;Forever not yours&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon be gone now&lt;br /&gt;Forever not yours&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long now&lt;br /&gt;Forever not yours&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon be gone now&lt;br /&gt;Forever not yours&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long now&lt;br /&gt;Forever not yours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-4799557688871928796?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/4799557688871928796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=4799557688871928796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4799557688871928796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4799557688871928796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/forever-not-yours.html' title='Forever not yours'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-8488737200304677850</id><published>2008-09-28T11:25:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:34:50.181+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Asta vara</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rdmnv1MxIxc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rdmnv1MxIxc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar mi-e murdară&lt;br /&gt;De cerneală călimara&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul mi-l spală&lt;br /&gt;O ultimă octavă&lt;br /&gt;În ochii tăi nu desluşesc taine&lt;br /&gt;Eşti în palma mea fără haine&lt;br /&gt;Da tu&lt;br /&gt;Tu ai săpat adânc&lt;br /&gt;Ai săpat mormânt&lt;br /&gt;Tu Tu Tu ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A câta oară mi-e murdară călimara&lt;br /&gt;Într-un vers multă povară&lt;br /&gt;Am pictat eu astă vară&lt;br /&gt;Împietrite-n ape stele&lt;br /&gt;În lumina lor sub ele&lt;br /&gt;Eu aud cum din adâncuri&lt;br /&gt;Vocea ei dă din mormântu-i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am trecut prin pumni şi urlet&lt;br /&gt;Ai plecat cu trup şi suflet&lt;br /&gt;Uite aşa mi-am plâns cerneala&lt;br /&gt;Uïte ce-a fost astă vară...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-8488737200304677850?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/8488737200304677850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=8488737200304677850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/8488737200304677850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/8488737200304677850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/asta-vara.html' title='Asta vara'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-3498987501871793723</id><published>2008-09-28T11:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:24:51.091+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Paradoxal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SN8-MvAZCuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/teMEjvITok4/s1600-h/Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SN8-MvAZCuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/teMEjvITok4/s320/Time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250984079034747618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Acest text nu imi apartine, dar mi se pare destul de adevarat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paradoxul vremurilor noastre in istorie este ca avem cladiri mai mari, dar suflete mai mici; Autostrazi mai largi, dar minti mai inguste; Mai multa medicina, dar mai putina sanatate. Bem prea mult, fumam prea mult, Radem prea putin, Conducem prea repede, Ne enervam prea tare, Ne culcam prea tarziu, ne sculam prea obositi; Ne-am multiplicat averile, dar ne-am redus valorile. Vorbim prea mult, iubim prea rar si uram prea des. Am curatat aerul, dar am poluat solul. Am invatat sa ne grabim, dar nu si sa asteptam. Acestea sunt vremurile fast-food-urilor si digestiei incete; oamenilor mari si caracterelor meschine; profiturilor rapide si relatiilor superficiale. Acestea sunt vremurile in care avem excursii rapide, scutece de unica folosinta, moralitate de doi bani, aventuri de-o noapte, corpuri supraponderale si pastile care iti induc orice stare de la bucurie, la liniste, la moarte. Sunt niste vremuri in care sunt prea multe in vitrine, dar nimic in interior.&lt;/span&gt;&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/956535439571476439-3498987501871793723?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/3498987501871793723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=3498987501871793723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/3498987501871793723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/3498987501871793723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/paradoxal.html' title='Paradoxal'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SN8-MvAZCuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/teMEjvITok4/s72-c/Time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-4523254185792779489</id><published>2008-09-25T11:51:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:54:13.358+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Special needs</title><content type='html'>So close, but so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/elVMHKb8A4A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/elVMHKb8A4A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me when you're the one who's silver screened&lt;br /&gt;Remember me when you're the one you always dreamed&lt;br /&gt;Remember me whenever noses start to bleed&lt;br /&gt;Remember me, special needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 19 and sucker's dream I guess I thought you had the flavour&lt;br /&gt;Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me when you clinch your movie deal&lt;br /&gt;And think of me stuck in my chair that has four wheels&lt;br /&gt;Remember me through flash photography and screams&lt;br /&gt;Remember me, special dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 19 this sucker's dream I guess I thought you had the flavour&lt;br /&gt;Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour&lt;br /&gt;Just 19 and sucker's dream I guess I thought you had the flavour&lt;br /&gt;Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 19 this sucker's dream I guess I thought you had the flavour&lt;br /&gt;Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour&lt;br /&gt;Just 19 and sucker's dream I guess I thought you had the flavour&lt;br /&gt;Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-4523254185792779489?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/4523254185792779489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=4523254185792779489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4523254185792779489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/4523254185792779489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/special-needs.html' title='Special needs'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-6016430432951720521</id><published>2008-09-24T11:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:40:26.630+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CVOcmdT5J4s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CVOcmdT5J4s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,&lt;br /&gt;This world you must've crossed... you said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across&lt;br /&gt;An open field,&lt;br /&gt;When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry&lt;br /&gt;When they see you&lt;br /&gt;You said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I think I'll go to Boston...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start a new life,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,&lt;br /&gt;I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go to Boston,&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm just tired&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston... where no one knows my name... yeah&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name...&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Boston...&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-6016430432951720521?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/6016430432951720521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=6016430432951720521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6016430432951720521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6016430432951720521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/boston.html' title='Boston'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-2047915672774198411</id><published>2008-09-24T11:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:31:56.158+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Metaforic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SNn68WiSPSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EHjr4gPNIXM/s1600-h/sad_and_lonely_by_Sepia_Club1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SNn68WiSPSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EHjr4gPNIXM/s200/sad_and_lonely_by_Sepia_Club1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249502755425500450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viziunea unei nopti de primavara rece, rememorarea ultimei sperante, amintiri scoase din cutie si sterse de praf, toate se intampla intr-o minte de om. Dorinta revederii, visul retrairii, gandul reinvie. Cuvinte scrise doar pentru cine trebuie sa citeasca, vorbe auzite printre acorduri de chitara si o melodie veche. O plimbare haotica prin oras, de mana, si un ghid turistic abstract.&lt;br /&gt;Neinteleasa? Poate.&lt;br /&gt;Necunoscuta? Posibil.&lt;br /&gt;Ilogica? Probabil.&lt;br /&gt;Cei ce cunosc, vor intelege. Cei ce nu cunosc, pot interpreta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-2047915672774198411?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/2047915672774198411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=2047915672774198411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/2047915672774198411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/2047915672774198411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/metaforic.html' title='Metaforic'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SNn68WiSPSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EHjr4gPNIXM/s72-c/sad_and_lonely_by_Sepia_Club1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-6986554683985516219</id><published>2008-09-22T14:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:35:21.458+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Song to say goodbye</title><content type='html'>A Song for all of you and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGQfpLoI5FQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGQfpLoI5FQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one of God's mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;You crying, tragic waste of skin,&lt;br /&gt;I'm well aware of how it aches ,&lt;br /&gt;And you still won't let me in.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm breaking down your door,&lt;br /&gt;To try and save your swollen face ,&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't like you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;You lying, trying waste of space..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before our innocence was lost,&lt;br /&gt;You were always one of those ,&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with lucky sevens ,&lt;br /&gt;And the voice that made me cry .&lt;br /&gt;My Oh My.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were mother nature's son ,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to whom I could relate ,&lt;br /&gt;Your needle and your damage done,&lt;br /&gt;Remains a sordid twist of fate.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to wake you up ,&lt;br /&gt;To pull you from the liquid sky ,&lt;br /&gt;Coz if I don't we'll both end up ,&lt;br /&gt;With just your song to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;My Oh My.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;A song to say goodbye ,&lt;br /&gt;A song to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before our innocence was lost,&lt;br /&gt;You were always one of those,&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with lucky sevens,&lt;br /&gt;And the voice that made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a song to say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-6986554683985516219?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/6986554683985516219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=6986554683985516219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6986554683985516219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6986554683985516219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/song-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Song to say goodbye'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-2692143811495849504</id><published>2008-09-22T13:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:10:01.454+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Last?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SNd89kw1xVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/r-s-0_BskUI/s1600-h/Mike+Sol_Storm+Of+Sadness+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SNd89kw1xVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/r-s-0_BskUI/s320/Mike+Sol_Storm+Of+Sadness+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248801288005993810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inca o data ma napadeste acel sentiment de inutilitate. Privind in jur nu descopar nimic. Totul e sec, dar zgomotos. Nu descopar nicio placere in ceea ce vad, ce fac, ce spun, nicio pasiune. Am facut multe, dar prea putine bune, am vazut multe, dar prea putine frumoase. Ma intreb ce rost au toate? Poate e doar o pasa proasta, dar se repeta cam des si cam de multa vreme. Oricum, totul se intampla cu un motiv, si asta e cauzata de faptele mele din trecut. Suna aiurea. Se spune ca nu ar trebui sa regretam trecutul, si nu il regret. Stiu ca am facut multe greseli si ar trebui sa nu le mai repet.&lt;br /&gt;E aiurea cand nu ai nimic in prezent atat de interesant sau incantator care sa iti distraga atentia dinspre trecut. Eu am ramas blocata cu mintile si sufletul undeva departe unde nu se poate ajunge si ma inchide. Nu pot vedea clar ce se petrece acum. Poate sunt lucruri extraordinare pe care le omit tocmai din cauza asta si imi dau seama prea tarziu ce am pierdut. Sau poate e doar o parere si nu era atat de benefic ce cred eu ca am pierdut. Nu poti sti pana nu incerci.&lt;br /&gt;De cate cazaturi mai am nevoie oare sa ma trezesc din acest vis continuu? Nu spun ca e cosmar sau vis frumos, de fapt nu e chiar vis, e doar rememorarea unor evenimente trecute.&lt;br /&gt;Toata treaba asta cu blog-ul as spune ca e temporara si asa cum a aparut, brusc si pe neasteptate, asa poate disparea. Nu spun ca va fi in curand sau peste 3 luni, sau poate cand implinesc 20 de ani, momentul va veni cel mai probabil cand voi cadea intr-o stare urata, cand sunt capabila de multe fapte necugetate. Acum nu va ganditi la dramatisme sau tragedii...Nu. Doar voi mai sterge o parte din trecut cu buretele, sau cu o simpla tasta, fiind constienta ca as putea regreta apoi fapta mea. Dar nu ma pot opri. Sau imi pot impune sa ma opresc?&lt;br /&gt;Nu imi pot da seama ce sunt de fapt...ce vreau...ce sper...ce cred. Nu stiu ce am si ce am pierdut.&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb uneori, ce ar simti lumea daca as lipsi? Eu cred ca unii nici nu ar observa, unora nu le-am pasa, altora poate da.&lt;br /&gt;Degeaba. Asta nu se va intampla. Sunt blocata aici.&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu e nevoit sa citeasca ce scriu aici, pentru ca nici cei care conteaza si ar trebui sa fie interesati nu citesc. Am dedus asta pentru ca daca ar citi, s-ar simti atacati si si-ar spune parerea.&lt;br /&gt;Tacerea nu e un raspuns, e doar indiferenta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-2692143811495849504?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/2692143811495849504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=2692143811495849504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/2692143811495849504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/2692143811495849504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/last.html' title='Last?'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SNd89kw1xVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/r-s-0_BskUI/s72-c/Mike+Sol_Storm+Of+Sadness+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-6184841969030858485</id><published>2008-09-17T11:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:26:34.201+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Sweet about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pO_TaTblcP8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pO_TaTblcP8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Watching Me, Hanging By A String This Time&lt;br /&gt;Oh Easily The Climax Of A Perfect Life.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Watching Me, Hanging By A String This Time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Easily, My Smiles Worth A Hundred Lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If There’s Lessons To Be Learned, I’d Rather Get My Jamming Words In First Oh&lt;br /&gt;Tell Ya Something That I’ve Found, That The Worlds A Better Place When It’s Upside Down Boy&lt;br /&gt;If There’s Lessons To Be Learned, I’d Rather Get My Jamming Words In First Oh&lt;br /&gt;When Your Playing With Desire, Don’t Come Running To My Place When It Burns Like Fire, Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet About Me, Nothing Sweet About Me, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Sweet About Me, Nothing Sweet About Me, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Sweet About Me, Nothing Sweet About Me Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Sweet About Me, Nothing Sweet About Me, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue, Blue, Blue Waves They Crash&lt;br /&gt;As Time Goes By, So Hard To Catch&lt;br /&gt;And Too, Too Smooth, Ain’t All That&lt;br /&gt;Why Don’t You Ride My Side Of The Tracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If There’s Lessons To Be Learned, I’d Rather Get My Jamming Words In First Oh&lt;br /&gt;Tell Ya Something That I’ve Found, That The Worlds A Better Place When It’s Upside Down Boy&lt;br /&gt;If There’s Lessons To Be Learned, I’d Rather Get My Jamming Words In First Oh&lt;br /&gt;When Your Playing With Desire, Don’t Come Running To My Place When It Burns Like Fire, Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet About Me, Nothing Sweet About Me, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Sweet About Me, Nothing Sweet About Me, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Sweet About Me, Nothing Sweet About Me Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Sweet About Me, Nothing Sweet About Me, Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-6184841969030858485?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/6184841969030858485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=6184841969030858485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6184841969030858485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6184841969030858485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-about-me.html' title='Sweet about me'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-210497588684936967</id><published>2008-09-15T13:09:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:34:41.139+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Stepping Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GzykZTBAgmw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GzykZTBAgmw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember way back way back when&lt;br /&gt;I said i never wanna see your face again&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were loving yes you're loving somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And I knew oh yes I knew I couldn't control myself&lt;br /&gt;And now they bring you back into my life again&lt;br /&gt;And so I put on a face just like your friend's&lt;br /&gt;But I think you know oh yes you know whats going on&lt;br /&gt;Cause the feelings in me oh yes in me are burning strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Take it all or leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing upright on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to call me up from time to time&lt;br /&gt;And it would be so hard for me not to cross the line&lt;br /&gt;The words of love layed on my lips just like a curse&lt;br /&gt;And i knew oh yes i knew they'd only make it worse&lt;br /&gt;And now you have the nerve to play along&lt;br /&gt;Just like the maestro beats in a song&lt;br /&gt;You got your kicks you get your kicks from playing me&lt;br /&gt;And the less you give the more i want so foolishly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Take it all or leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing upright on my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Take it all or leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing upright on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Take it all or leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing upright on my own...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-210497588684936967?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/210497588684936967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=210497588684936967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/210497588684936967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/210497588684936967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/stepping-stone.html' title='Stepping Stone'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-463137930951585646</id><published>2008-09-13T17:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:42:33.428+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Ganduri fara noima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SMvMGK6HOQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kV6MfpnyJ9c/s1600-h/capt.cps.nor13.130908134614.photo03.photo.default-498x512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SMvMGK6HOQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kV6MfpnyJ9c/s200/capt.cps.nor13.130908134614.photo03.photo.default-498x512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245510597382453506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Uneori te gandesti ca esti singur, fara ajutor, fara sprijin. Uneori simti ca traiesti, avand pe cineva langa tine in momente grele sau momente frumoase. Cand ramai fara acel sprijin, te simti pierdut, ranit, mereu trist si te gandesti cu ce ai gresit. Ajungi sa te invinovatesti pentru tot si toate si nu accepti adevarul. Ajungi sa crezi ca fara acel sprijin, acea mica certitudine de iubire, nu vei reusi sa faci nimic bun mai departe, ca vei rani la randul tau tot mai multa lume si vei face multe greseli. Poate asta e cea mai mare greseala. Poate ca ajungi astfel sa pierzi adevaratul sprijin, nu reusesti sa vezi adevarata iubire, nu poti vedea in nimeni decat tradare si tristete. Poate ca de multe ori ai dreptate, insa nu trebuie sa pleci cu aceasta idee preconceputa, fixata adanc in minte. Tot va trebui sa te increzi in cineva la un moment dat. Nu poti trai in umbra toata viata. Suntem oameni, avem suflete, avem inima. Inima... simbol al iubirii. Totusi e o metafora. Inima este organul care ne tine in viata. Cand inima nu mai bate, inseamna ca ai murit. Poate de aceea se zice ca fara iubire nu putem trai cu adevarat. Insa iubirea e din suflet, nu din inima. Ea doar ne arata ca iubim. Dar in acelasi mod, batand cu putere, ne arata ca suntem speriati, nelinistiti. Oare toate au vreo legatura?&lt;br /&gt;Mereu imi pun intrebari in legatura cu iubirea, prietenia, familie, ce trebuie sa facem, ce ne dorim sa facem.&lt;br /&gt;Insa de cele mai multe ori ma intreb ce vreau cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;De multe ori mintea de joaca feste si ne face sa credem in ceva, desi in sufletul nostru poate nu razbate acelasi lucru.&lt;br /&gt;Uneori e prea tarziu sa spui cuiva ce ai de spus, sa il intrebi ce iti tulbura mintile sau sufletul, sa afli adevarul din tine.&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi... se spune ca nu exista nu pot, ci nu vreau. Inca ma simt vinovata de multe din trecut si nu ma simt iertata. As vrea sa cer iertare unor persoane si sa ma ierte cu adevarat. Imi simt sufletul incarcat de tristetea lor. Insa mai exista teama ca daca as incerca sa fac asta, i-as pierde de tot. Mereu mi-a fost teama de singuratate, dar stii cum se zice: de ce ti-e frica nu scapi.&lt;br /&gt;Acum simt ca nu sunt singura, ceva acolo ma vegheaza si incerc sa gasesc adevaratii ingeri ce se numesc prieteni.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentul de vinovatie ma inchide si preda cheia singuratatii. Totul e asemeni unui cerc vicios. Totul e de fapt asa de simplu, si simplitatea complica viata asta scurta. Poate daca am scutura de interpretari toate gesturile si vorbele, si am privi totul asa cum e, nu ne-am complica existenta atat de mult. Insa si asta e o problema. Se poate ajunge la o monotonie apasatoare si ne-ar scapa cateva aspecte. Cum e si faptul ca viata noastra e un maraton continuu in cautarea fericirii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu caut acum decat intelegere...&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/956535439571476439-463137930951585646?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/463137930951585646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=463137930951585646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/463137930951585646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/463137930951585646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/ganduri-fara-noima.html' title='Ganduri fara noima'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SMvMGK6HOQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kV6MfpnyJ9c/s72-c/capt.cps.nor13.130908134614.photo03.photo.default-498x512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-8882311740910930644</id><published>2008-09-13T17:04:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:07:00.353+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Love Hurts</title><content type='html'>Love for music never hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2hro5cfVjr8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2hro5cfVjr8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we drink to youth&lt;br /&gt;And holding fast to truth&lt;br /&gt;(I don't want to lose what I had as a boy.)&lt;br /&gt;My heart still has a beat&lt;br /&gt;But love is now a feat.&lt;br /&gt;(As common as a cold day in LA.)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm alone, I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Is there a spell that I am under&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me from seeing the real thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts...&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it's a good hurt&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;Love sings,&lt;br /&gt;When it transcends the bad things.&lt;br /&gt;Have a heart and try me,&lt;br /&gt;'cause without love I won't survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fettered and abused,&lt;br /&gt;I stand naked and accused&lt;br /&gt;(Should I surface this one man submarine?)&lt;br /&gt;I only want the truth&lt;br /&gt;So tonight we drink to youth!&lt;br /&gt;(I'll never lose what I had as a boy.)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Is there a spell that I am under&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me from seeing the real thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts...&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it's a good hurt&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;Love sings,&lt;br /&gt;When it transcends the bad things.&lt;br /&gt;Have a heart and try me,&lt;br /&gt;'cause without love I won't survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-8882311740910930644?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/8882311740910930644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=8882311740910930644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/8882311740910930644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/8882311740910930644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-hurts.html' title='Love Hurts'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-6047802123934928003</id><published>2008-09-11T13:01:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:47:55.772+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Me myself and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ladyparanoia.blogia.com/upload/20061209010927-you-are-not-alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ladyparanoia.blogia.com/upload/20061209010927-you-are-not-alone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aceasta saptamana nu prea am avut ocazia si puterea sa va scriu, insa am avut destul timp de gandit. Un eveniment mai puti fericit te poate determina sa ierti pe cei ce te ranesc sau te-au ranit, sa le deschizi din nou inima. Evenimente de genul te fac sa realizezi ca tot familia este pe primul loc si iti va sari in ajutor. Atunci cand esti singur familia va face totul sa ajunga la tine. Evenimente de genul te fac sa realizezi ca trebuie sa fii puternic in momente de criza, sa plangi de durere, dar cu lacrimi in ochi sa iti aduni toate fortele si sa reusesti. In astfel de momente iti depasesti conditia si faci lucruri pe care nu le-ai fi facut de obicei. In astfel de momente cauti alinare in orice parte si treci peste orice suparare. Atunci apare iertarea. Iti dai seama care sunt adevaratele probleme si pentru ce sufereai inainte era doar un chin interior si inutil. In final, sanatatea este cea mai importanta, pentru ca fara ea nu poti face nimic. Spun asta nu ca sa ma aflu in treaba, ci pentru ca stiu cum e. Stiu cum e sa nu poti face nimic, sa nu poti face ceea ce iti place, sa fii imobilizat intr-o lume statica. Oricate probleme ai avut din cauza unora, oricat de mult te-au suparat cei de langa tine, in momente de cumpana privesc spre tine si sunt alaturi. Se iarta, chiar daca nu se uita. De aceea avem memorie...sa putem aduna tot felul de ganduri bune si rele, urate si frumoase. Nu conteaza cat de singur te simti sau crezi ca esti, pentru ca nu e adevarat. Nu suntem niciodata singuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happenes for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-6047802123934928003?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/6047802123934928003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=6047802123934928003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6047802123934928003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6047802123934928003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me myself and I'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-6318940351851851900</id><published>2008-09-10T18:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:47:23.269+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>You're beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fox-ja7YDSw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fox-ja7YDSw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;br /&gt;Flying high,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-6318940351851851900?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/6318940351851851900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=6318940351851851900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6318940351851851900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/6318940351851851900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/youre-beautiful.html' title='You&apos;re beautiful'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-8865632689709361884</id><published>2008-09-06T12:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:53:20.049+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>Nothing else matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2qIiJTsxp0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2qIiJTsxp0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close, no matter how far &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart &lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting who we are &lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never opened myself this way &lt;br /&gt;Life is ours, we live it our way &lt;br /&gt;All these words I don't just say &lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust I seek and I find in you &lt;br /&gt;Every day for us something new &lt;br /&gt;Open mind for a different view &lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they do &lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they know &lt;br /&gt;but I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close, no matter how far &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart &lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting who we are &lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they do &lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they know &lt;br /&gt;but I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never opened myself this way &lt;br /&gt;Life is ours, we live it our way &lt;br /&gt;All these words I don't just say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust I seek and I find in you &lt;br /&gt;Every day for us, something new &lt;br /&gt;Open mind for a different view &lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they say &lt;br /&gt;never cared for games they play &lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they do &lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they know &lt;br /&gt;and I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close, no matter how far &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart &lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting who we are &lt;br /&gt;No, nothing else matters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-8865632689709361884?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/8865632689709361884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=8865632689709361884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/8865632689709361884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/8865632689709361884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-else-matters.html' title='Nothing else matters'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-1922037361469971802</id><published>2008-09-04T20:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:48:32.910+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipuri'/><title type='text'>This time</title><content type='html'>...from the movie August Rush. See it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yUy64Jx_9dY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yUy64Jx_9dY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the sky above&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of you, love&lt;br /&gt;Walking through wintertime&lt;br /&gt;Where the stars all shine&lt;br /&gt;The angel on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Will tell you I was there&lt;br /&gt;Under the front porch light&lt;br /&gt;On a mystery night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting watching life pass from the sidelines&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what might happen if I left this all behind&lt;br /&gt;Would the wind be at my back ? Could I get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neon lights in bars&lt;br /&gt;And headlights from the cars&lt;br /&gt;Have started a symphony&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding Me&lt;br /&gt;The things I left behind&lt;br /&gt;Have melted in my mind&lt;br /&gt;And now there's a purity&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting watching life pass from the sidelines&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what might happen if I left this all behind&lt;br /&gt;Would the wind be at my back ? Could I get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting watching life pass from the sidelines&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what might happen if I left this all behind&lt;br /&gt;Would the wind be at my back ? Could I get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;This time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-1922037361469971802?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/1922037361469971802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=1922037361469971802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1922037361469971802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1922037361469971802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-time.html' title='This time'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-1095622157900106483</id><published>2008-09-04T20:01:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:18:34.874+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Sarut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SMAYVrssq9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/NZfUEZ4dgw4/s1600-h/5VD0t6TcwdK6BmZBbdAXFi0Q6vGd76AT588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SMAYVrssq9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/NZfUEZ4dgw4/s320/5VD0t6TcwdK6BmZBbdAXFi0Q6vGd76AT588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242216727045778386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuvinte fara rost opresc acest sarut,&lt;br /&gt;Sarutul arzator al unui vis plapand...&lt;br /&gt;Cuvinte ce amare imi irosesc avantul&lt;br /&gt;Si rascolesc taios si luminand adancul.&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa ma trezesc acum...e in zadar si doare&lt;br /&gt;Caci amintirea trista ce s-a trezit la viata&lt;br /&gt;Din nou ea ma apasa...un vis,&lt;br /&gt;O incantare pe ale mele buze fine,&lt;br /&gt;O mangaiere dulce si calda de matase,&lt;br /&gt;Un vis frumos, miracolul iubirii mele,&lt;br /&gt;Iar amintirea e trecutul unui vechi blestem...&lt;br /&gt;Voi da uitarii magia incantarii ce a fost&lt;br /&gt;Si voi lasa un vis sa-mi lumineze calea...&lt;br /&gt;Trecutul s-a sfarsit, iar visul reinvie...&lt;br /&gt;Incepe cu un sarut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-1095622157900106483?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/1095622157900106483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=1095622157900106483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1095622157900106483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/1095622157900106483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarut.html' title='Sarut'/><author><name>3v0LaurRah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328181988870826710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SLfOZBPeBqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g8NO2sPUhs8/S220/DSC01697.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SMAYVrssq9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/NZfUEZ4dgw4/s72-c/5VD0t6TcwdK6BmZBbdAXFi0Q6vGd76AT588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956535439571476439.post-5704611623046244871</id><published>2008-09-03T18:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:45:55.486+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Pentru suflete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SL6xFhUoXjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KgP4CRBhU78/s1600-h/setsu_sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXndiB6wygg/SL6xFhUoXjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KgP4CRBhU78/s200/setsu_sarah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241821724708199986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silueta pe culoar apare,&lt;br /&gt;Un suflet pur...apoi dispare.&lt;br /&gt;Regreti o pierdere-absoluta,&lt;br /&gt;Dar o poti castiga prin lupta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incearca sa privesti spre soare,&lt;br /&gt;Sa poti vedea cat e de mare!&lt;br /&gt;Atat de mare e speranta data&lt;br /&gt;Cand sufletul tau pur se-arata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu il detii, caci apartine&lt;br /&gt;Unei iubiri care te tine&lt;br /&gt;Legat mereu de un trecut incert&lt;br /&gt;Ce se joaca cu acest suflet inocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca-l salvezi tu vei vedea&lt;br /&gt;Cam cat de mare iti e inima,&lt;br /&gt;Si-abia atunci tu vei afla&lt;br /&gt;Ce suflet cald tu vei avea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-5704611623046244871?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/5704611623046244871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956535439571476439&amp;postID=5704611623046244871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/5704611623046244871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956535439571476439/posts/default/5704611623046244871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/2008/09/pentru-suflete.html' title='Pentru 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g9Hiqb7bUdI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g9Hiqb7bUdI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else here baby&lt;br /&gt;No one here to blame&lt;br /&gt;No one to point the finger&lt;br /&gt;Its just you and me and the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody made you do it&lt;br /&gt;No one put words in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Nobody here taking orders&lt;br /&gt;When love took a train heading south&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the blind leading the blond&lt;br /&gt;Its the stuff, its the stuff of country songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey if God will send his angels&lt;br /&gt;And if God will send a sign&lt;br /&gt;And if God will send his angels&lt;br /&gt;Would everything be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has got his phone off the hook, babe&lt;br /&gt;Would he even pick up if he could&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since we saw that child&lt;br /&gt;Hanging round this neighbourhood&lt;br /&gt;You see his mother dealing in a doorway&lt;br /&gt;See father christmas with a begging bowl&lt;br /&gt;Jesus sisters eyes are a blister&lt;br /&gt;The high street never looked so low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the blind leading the blond&lt;br /&gt;Its the cops collecting for the cons&lt;br /&gt;So where is the hope and where is the faith&lt;br /&gt;And the love...whats that you say to me&lt;br /&gt;Does love...light up your christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;The next minute youre blowing a fuse&lt;br /&gt;And the cartoon network turns into the news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God will send his angels&lt;br /&gt;And if God will send a sign&lt;br /&gt;And if God will send his angels&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus never let me down&lt;br /&gt;You know jesus used to show me the score&lt;br /&gt;Then they put jesus in show business&lt;br /&gt;Now its hard to get in the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the stuff, its the stuff of country songs&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it was something to go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God will send his angels&lt;br /&gt;I sure could use them here right now&lt;br /&gt;Well if God would send his angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to lie&lt;br /&gt;(where do we go)&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to have a feel for the song&lt;br /&gt;And I want to love, and i...&lt;br /&gt;(where do we go)&lt;br /&gt;And I want to feel alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956535439571476439-2964776006580660137?l=3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3v0laurrah-anna.blogspot.com/feeds/2964776006580660137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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