tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10287522914646988832011-08-12T23:49:05.720-07:00ezayem...un fel de Eu !EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-28095963453627261262010-09-03T06:51:00.000-07:002010-09-03T06:51:34.693-07:00paolo nutiniTonight with you<br />I guess that's how it's gotta to be<br />and the world, the world comes tumbling down<br />and I wish I could stay<br />but I know it will never be that way<br />and the world, the world comes tumbling down<br />the world comes tumbling down!<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WL4mEeUrZm4?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WL4mEeUrZm4?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-2809596345362726126?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-9160416687735603662010-06-11T16:23:00.000-07:002010-06-11T16:23:21.572-07:00si suntem toti intr-o continua miscare[...][..] miscare,avant,dorinta,detasare si stare de stres continua.Cuvinte ce ma descriu pe deplin in ultima vreme.Nu ma pot defini perfect,nu sunt perfecta,nimeni nu e perfect,dar vreau mai mult si caut mai mult.Ceva insa nu ma lasa sa-mi depasesc starea confuza si inca nedefinita.Dorinta mea a fost si este in interiorul meu.Ma transform,observ asta.Nu sunt eu si nu stiu cand o sa fiu,inca nu-mi gasesc oridinea interioara,inca nu ma gasesc pe mine in intunericul diform.<br />Fericire.Sa vorbesc de fericire? Sunt clipe de fericire ce cuprind amintiri si prieteni.<br />Iubire,exista si ea dar undeva departe,o simt si acum ca altadata insa e schimbata,se ascunde ca o amanta nehotarata.Acea amanta care te-a dorit ani la rand dar a inceput sa-si doreasca mai mult si iti daruieste din ce in ce mai putin,aproape ca nu te satisface,desi o cauti mereu,ii spui ce-ti doresti si cum iti doresti,te rogi de ea sa nu renunte la tine acum cand iti este mai greu si fortezi orice limita.<br /> O zi transpusa doar in cateva ore tarzii in noapte,cu o melodie tinuta doar de tine minte in decursul anilor si cu o jumatate demult pierduta care iti arata ceea ce vrei tu si te simte asa cum o simti si tu.Un rosu aprins si un miros de piele umeda contopit in porii tai care gusta neinsetati din putinul cel are.<br /> Ceva nedorit de tine si totusi indispensar in aceste momente.E scaparea ce o caut si totusi e ceea ce nu vreau.Ceea ce nu mi se potriveste din fire,e ceva ce gena mea nu doreste.Ajutorul indispensabil care nu stii cum sa-l rasplatesti si nici nu doresti sa faci asta.Nu te caut,nu te vreau,dar nu stiu o alta cale.Momentan e drumul si calea cea mai usoara,dar povara cea mai grea.<br />Siguranta[...] si frica de ceea ce urmeaza.Un plan sfarsit cu bine si stres sufletesc dar si fizic,regasiri a sinelui si rabdare pierduta in ploaia calda de vara.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/TBLFSphkgeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZWtyYvIoyso/s1600/no_smoking_by_fb1011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/TBLFSphkgeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZWtyYvIoyso/s320/no_smoking_by_fb1011.jpg" /></a></div> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ma simt incompleta. Nu sunt eu!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-916041668773560366?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-68409709311547369632010-04-15T14:38:00.000-07:002010-04-15T14:38:00.807-07:00Perfect Silence!<object height="360" width="580"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L80l4Lv_XDo&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L80l4Lv_XDo&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><div style="color: #741b47;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #741b47;"><b>cand tot ce simti e doar o umbra!</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-6840970931154736963?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-46423104815352832352010-04-03T16:48:00.000-07:002010-04-03T16:49:35.220-07:00~Pe Intuneric ~Sunt stari de neliniste ce te cuprind in anumite perioade ale vietii,in anumite ipostaze,in anumite etape din maturizarea continua cu care te confrunti zi si noapte.Pe intuneric te lupti cu tine,cu sinele.In bezna totala incerci sa te descoperi,sa te simti sa te cunosti, sa-ti spui "buna,eu sunt!" ...cine esti?!..esti chiar cel care ai vrut sa devii. Asta in cazurile in care da, ti-ai aflat identitatea si atunci totul e in lumina,nicio urma de negru intens nu te mai acopera,esti patruns de o raza de incredere, de o imagine stralucitoare a propriului sine.<br />Pe intuneric esti inca in acea faza in care necunoscutul iti este inca necunoscut si tu inca nu stii ce vrei de la tine.Pe intuneric ramai cand inca vrei sa crezi anumite lucruri despre tine de care ai ajuns de mult sa ti dai seama ca nu te definesc,dar inca tu crezi in ele...si orgolios te ti de orice urma,orice coltz,de o mica atza inca te agatzi.<br />Pe intuneric vrei sa uiti de tine, sa fi un tu imaginat in cele mai ascunse ganduri,un tu nestiut de nimeni,un tu liber,un tu curajos,un tu ce iubeste cu indarjire orice bucatica din tine,un tu mandru si sensibil in acelasi timp,un tu ascuns in nuditatea oricarui cuvant,oricarei rasuflare...pe intuneric.<br /> In intuneric te pierzi intotdeauna asteptand acel click-s-a aprins lumina sau s-a deschis cortina-e viata ta!<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4NS7C3cQ5Y&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4NS7C3cQ5Y&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-4642310481535283235?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-83025675797666791762010-02-08T16:10:00.000-08:002010-02-08T16:10:00.511-08:00Please don’t drive me blind. I know you’re broken!<object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pd1Bne4YEtk&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pd1Bne4YEtk&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-8302567579766679176?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-86968958252248736402010-02-08T16:07:00.000-08:002010-02-09T07:04:35.869-08:00de neinteles!cum poti tu ca si persoana cu un gand diferit o varsta diferita o minte diferita ...cu tot ce te defieste diferit sa judeci un alt om care se rezuma tot prin acel lucru diferit de toti.nu incerca sa comentezi atunci cand nu cunosoti.poti face arta din orice.iti trebuie putina imaginatie.iti tebuie cunostiinta lucrurilor a vietii.fapt vorbe actiune ani.de ce te apuci sa scrii,sa vorbesti ceva ca sa ti dai singura/singur in cap cu ceea ce nu cunosti si sa arati cu "degetu" spre altii care ti sunt straini?!lipsa ta de neimaginatie si ipocrizie ma lasa rece.un gand se exprima in multe feluri.cum vrei tu cum vrea el cum vor altii .nu toti sunt ca si tine.daca am semana toti unde ar fi acel lucru deosebit cum ne am diferentia unu de celalalt? ai mai fi tu cineva? ai fi ca si mine ca si cel de acolo ca si intreg pamantul...<br />nu judeca dupa propria ta minte neinspirata ceea ce nu intelegi nu critica fara sa percepi cuvantul.si o linie si un punct pt cel care scrie inseamna ceva.fiecare stare exista fiindca a fost indusa de ceva si se exprima unic.percepem diferit ne descriem diferit suntem diferiti.<br />prost sa fi sa judeci ceea ce nu intelegi!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-8696895825224873640?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-4164126703762915752010-02-07T19:17:00.001-08:002010-02-07T19:17:55.944-08:00jaded !<object width="500" height="315"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rscwfY6cBSc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rscwfY6cBSc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-416412670376291575?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-49232702358823598782010-02-07T19:00:00.000-08:002010-02-08T17:12:17.334-08:002 mainie cald in bratele tale? cum e cand ma simti aproape? simti si tu la fel...te simti in siguranta....imi simti corpul asa cum ti l simt si eu pe al tau...parfumul...mirosul meu...al tau...<br /><br />cum e?<br /><br />da da eu intreb de acel feeling care ...ciudat ma cuprinde...ma aprind.recunosc asa cum fac de obicei. te sarut si...surpriza: iti simt buzele iti simt gustul iti simt suflarea caldura ...uimire...te cuprind asa cum ma cuprinzi si tu...pasiune?!?!...ochii mari si rautaciosi sunt atintiti asupra noastra si chiar nu ne pasa.ei sunt acolo langa noi mai departe.curiosi si....si chiar nu ne pasa...avem lumea noastra....muzica atitudine limbajul fiecarei trairi...<br />iti sarut gatul obrazul ochii fruntea....buzele...te tin in brate te iau in brate....<br />doar de 2 maini e nevoie pt o imbratisare?! ....ar conta inca 2...e cald in bratele tale?<br />...minutele se scurg...<br />tu dormi ...eu scriu!<br /><br /><br /><object height="285" width="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kS6i2XIFwWY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kS6i2XIFwWY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />[ps: ms offshore [http://offshoregeo.blogspot.com/] pt putin ajutor in reamintirea melodiei...si pt ca ti-am citit cu placere postul ;) si da ti-am furat melodia folosind o in alt context si totusi unul asemanator]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-4923270235882359878?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-19082008554530358982010-01-26T16:57:00.000-08:002010-02-08T16:12:12.272-08:00[nimic]<object height="285" width="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4bI77w0Wu2M&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4bI77w0Wu2M&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><div style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>un nimic....</b></span><br /></div>se intampla in fiecare zi sa definim un nimic...un nimic esential in viata noastra.un nimic ce te face sa te simti altfel...o persoana perfecta.implinita.o voce.un glas.un sunet.o culoare...o lacrima.un scancet.un shervetel....un nimic complet.<br />dorinta si pasiunea devin imune pe langa acel nimic fara care parca nu ai aer dimineatza cand iti bei cafeaua sau ceaiul verde:D(preferam antioxidanti de dimineatza) sau cand iti iei micul dejun...acel nimic care lipseste atunci cand iti pui miere pe felia de paine cu unt...acel nimic care iti lipseste cand te uiti pe geam la soarele inghetat.acel nimic de care ai atata nevoie atunci cand iesi pe usa ..atunci cand astepti metroul atunci cand te intorci acasa...acel nimic care iti lipseste noaptea cand te asezi cu capul pe perna.adormi!<br />... totul e trecator.<br />acum refuzi acum te intorci.<br />un nimic devine important.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/S1-PcPaOjKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vxidawSad0k/s1600-h/Sky_061218105928345_wideweb__300x375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/S1-PcPaOjKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vxidawSad0k/s320/Sky_061218105928345_wideweb__300x375.jpg" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> cum definim un nimic?</b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-1908200855453035898?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-9527632792662683882010-01-10T05:29:00.000-08:002010-01-10T05:31:07.607-08:00perfect state of mind!<object width="500" height="315"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ri6ai9t78A&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ri6ai9t78A&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-952763279266268388?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-65958550917405179882010-01-06T06:40:00.000-08:002010-01-06T06:40:32.053-08:002010<div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>new plan!</b></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #4c1130;"> new me!</span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #f1c232;">:P</span></b></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-6595855091740517988?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-28570963442182393262009-12-21T16:13:00.000-08:002009-12-21T16:13:49.349-08:00un zambet!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SzAPFhlN_oI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wTtDTV_eAkc/s1600-h/Smile___by_AnaKidd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SzAPFhlN_oI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wTtDTV_eAkc/s320/Smile___by_AnaKidd.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br />azi..da azi! azi am ras...azi am vazut...azi ai ramas incremenit.<br />azi te am privit...azi am ras .<br />te am privit.erai crispat.<br />azi azi m am distrat.<br />azi am fost eu.<br />azi am trecut peste.<br />azi mi am dat seama.<br />azi...da da ...azi....azi am zambit...si am zambit larg.sunt eu.eu rad.eu zambesc.eu traiesc!<br />si e bine!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-2857096344218239326?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-1414449134257969642009-12-20T15:32:00.000-08:002009-12-20T15:35:55.602-08:00----blank----<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/Sy600ZbQsbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rZ3fjrFGMmQ/s1600-h/desire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/Sy600ZbQsbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rZ3fjrFGMmQ/s400/desire.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /> it s the same mistake....again I saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>repet aceiasi greseala de mii de ori de fiecare data incerc sa o evit sa o ascund sa uit...sa fiu eu sa fiu tare sa ma schimb si.... dimineatza....dimineatza imi aduc aminte de acele vorbe.."data viitoare" ...da da data viitoare o sa fiu altfel...<br />si totu e ALB...E SFARSIT E INCEPUT...E ALB...<br />....There is no place I cannot go.<br />My mind is muddy but my heart is heavy. Does it show?<br />I lose the track that loses me, so here I go....<br />...si incerc...<br />....vreau si da ambitiea e puternica ..pacatul la fel...<br />doresc iubesc doresc la nesfarsit....<br />si imi spun...si ma intreb si mi se raspunde...un raspuns ciudat ce imi provoaca o panica in mine si incerc sa fac totul altfel dar ceva e alb...totul e alb..un alb patrunzator.... <br />.....Said he'd seen my enemy. Said he looked just like me,<br />So I set out to cut myself and here I go.<br />I'm not calling for a second chance,<br />I'm screaming at the top of my voice.<br />Give me reason but don't give me choice.<br />'Cause I'll just make the same mistake again!.....<br />....... si apoi ...promit<br />imi promit<br />totul se schimba<br />totul e trecator<br />si pot fi altfel<br />si imi doresc sa fiu altfel<br />si imi propun<br />si ma schimb<br />si tu o sa te schimbi impreuna cu mine<br />nimic nu o sa mai fie confuz<br />ma vrei..<br />da si eu te vreau<br />dar vreau ce avem noi?<br />ce avem noi?<br />nimic...<br />iluzii<br />da da ai auzit bine imagini frante<br />cioburi<br />si cu ce ne alegem...<br />depinde de fiecare..<br />de ceea ce suntem...de felul cum suntem..de cei din jur...de mine si de tine...<br />There’s truth in your lies<br />Doubt in your faith<br />All I’ve got is what you didn’t take!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/Sy60r_NUSQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/aAUF_UaasaQ/s1600-h/Movements_between_the_silence_by_vampire_zombie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/Sy60r_NUSQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/aAUF_UaasaQ/s400/Movements_between_the_silence_by_vampire_zombie.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br />e un blank ! nu l mai rescriu il las asa....nu am nevoie de ceea ce de fapt nu am!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-141444913425796964?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-44871331497994226922009-12-17T19:29:00.000-08:002009-12-17T20:36:25.633-08:00si totusi lipseste ceva part II<div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;">de ce "si totusi lipseste ceva ...part II"..pentru ca prima data laptopu a luat o razna....s a gasit sa se inchida exact cand mi am terminat postarea....dar...intotdeauna exista un dar..slava Domnului:-j:)))) in cazul meu...bogul asta ma iubeste...mi a salvat postarea doar ca nu voia sa mi o arate.asta pana acum!muahahaaaa!<br /></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;">deci...sa ne lamurim este acelasi post ca si prima data numai ca de data asta l am publicat publicat:)))<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">----postare de noiembrie cu gust de [decembrie]---<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">dua dua lipseste ceva....hmmm...bine lipsesc mai multe... 2 lucruri sunt mai importante ...dragostea aia nebuna de care simti nevoia in fiecare zi..si dua..o casa frate..in bucurestiul asta mare...de zile intregi imi visez o camera a mea..bine nu se pune faza ca fratemiu o sa fie in camera de alaturi da nah..fiecare bucurie are si sacrificul ei:))))...hai treaca mearga...camera mea sa fie..si moooama ce fel o mai visez ..si cu okii deschisi dupa cum am spus mai jos..somnu lipseste cu desavarsire:)))...<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/Syr2vDFkY-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/qxnQ6Pwc2UI/s1600-h/fuchsia_colored_room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/Syr2vDFkY-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/qxnQ6Pwc2UI/s320/fuchsia_colored_room.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/Syr2-n-T5lI/AAAAAAAAAHI/43wCVAxqSmY/s1600-h/happycolor_accentwall_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/Syr2-n-T5lI/AAAAAAAAAHI/43wCVAxqSmY/s640/happycolor_accentwall_2.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">...si vreau sa fie...8->....sa aibe...sa arate..moooooama...asa asa si asa...pereti fuchsia cu chestii verzi albe roz uhuhuuuu ahh am vazut eu intr o zi ...pardon noapte cand stateam si fumam o tigara asa in asteptare...la universitate...acolo sus ...se vedeaaaa super tare..o camera de hotel...intercontinental bineinteles...moooama roz din ala spre mov ..fuchsia ..auriu...nebunie...super tare ..si de atunci visez..ah:x:x...camera mea....si exista totusi si un plan B...mereu este un plan B...daca bugetul nu ma lasa...trecem la camera in stil japonez..dua o alta pasiune:x:x:x...<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/Syr1-mRhn9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/av3LBdTWVpQ/s1600-h/s2.studentie.ro.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/Syr1-mRhn9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/av3LBdTWVpQ/s320/s2.studentie.ro.jpeg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Vorbind de pasiuni...mai lipsteste ceva..si moooama cat lipseste... il tot caut...si tot se incapataneaza sa apara cred ca a vorbit cu somnu ..si au ei o strategie sau nah fug de mine ca sunt rea al naibii >:) ,nimic nu se lipeste de mine...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">....moooama...e naspa rau si atunci cand cineva te sacaie ca te vrea si tu chiar nu-l vezi,chiar nu e genul tau..."man,ce nu intelegi...am spus nu...wtf!" si cauti si tot cauti..o dai in bara din ce in ce mai des...si totusi nu te inveti...se ajunge la o stare continua de a o da in bara ..stii...stai cu ideea "acum e bine da e bine...ah nu mai e... ce chestie..next!"devii imun si ...pan la urma ...cu ce te alegi...a da experienta...experienta si iar experienta...da povestea aia cu happy ending unde pnm e[?!?!?!] ca devine ciudat...:)) <b>asta e depresie banuiesc.</b>. si nu-mi dau seama...a da tocmai mi am dat seama=)))e razna :)))<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">...o tigara va rog...stop cadru..stop!...si stuooooop am spus !<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> ....a da ca sa nu uit...si ceva pe genu meu va rog...nimic pretentios:>:>:>fara zahar...doar picant si cu putina pasiune...bine putin mai multa pasiune ! wtf doar merit!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SysDbKZxqQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B8ZoFN2g394/s1600-h/danduchars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SysDbKZxqQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B8ZoFN2g394/s400/danduchars.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">he he =)) e paranoia cum spuneam plus o noua aroma...depresie de iarna!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-4487133149799422692?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-67353693770441768582009-12-17T19:11:00.000-08:002009-12-17T20:34:59.552-08:00things have changed !i need another story....<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/Syryp2dIeBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HOU5oREXyvg/s1600-h/Burka-lovers--49897.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/Syryp2dIeBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HOU5oREXyvg/s640/Burka-lovers--49897.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br />timpul...timpul le schimba pe toate...candva afirmam ca doar noi contam...da da contam..eu contez..tu contezi ...fiecare ptr propria persoana...<br />ne schimbam pe zi ce trece...ne indepartam de ceea ce eram ..ceea ce suntem e cu totu si cu totu altceva...cuprinde o noua zona..o noua stare..un altfel de noi....<br />nu de mult simteam fiecare mangaiere,fiecare sarut,fiecare apasare...astazi....<br />astazi simtim si azi...suntem altii dar tot noi suntem.avem altii dar tot noi ramanem.si totusi suntem la fel?!<br />ne leaga acel moment .ne leaga acea clipa.ne leaga sentimentul trairea miscarea pulsul...tot ce a fost..dar avem vieti diferite.cai diferite. <br />ne am schimbat atat de mult in atatea zile.ne tinem departe.stam departe.ne ascundem....vietile....vietile sunt ale noastre...le traim din plin.intens.<br />si ne indragostim...da mai facem si asta...recent sau nu...traim senzatii sau nu...facem dragoste...sau nu....inshelam sau nu..ramanem fideli sau nu.<br />eu am ales calea mea...<br /> liniste si pace!<br /><br /><br />...ramanem straini intr o lume noua...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-6735369377044176858?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-63517518917032808912009-12-16T08:04:00.000-08:002009-12-16T08:04:46.512-08:00give all my secrets away !<object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMDTLOpwJs8&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMDTLOpwJs8&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br />atunci cand te regasesti intr o melodie anume incerci sa o transpui...incerci sa traiesti prin ea...incepi sa te contopesti cu ea...devine un "tu" secundar...o reflexie...o umbra...devine ceea ce vrei tu sa fie!<br /><br />...un secret de al tau pe care ti-l dezvalui atunci cand o asculti...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-6351751891703280891?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-32421804186184806742009-12-16T00:52:00.000-08:002009-12-17T19:32:56.526-08:00Was It A Dream?<object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y7fH8_-cQpo&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y7fH8_-cQpo&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />e una dintre acele intrebari mereu existente in noi !<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Was It A Dream?"</b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Your defenses were on high<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Your walls built deep inside<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah I'm a selfish bastard<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But at least I'm not alone<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My intentions never change<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What I wanted stays the same<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And I know what I should do<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">it's time to set myself on fire<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Was it a dream?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Was it a dream?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Is this the only evidence that proves it<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A photograph of you and I<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Your reflection I've erased<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Like a thousand burned out yesterdays<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Believe me when I say goodbye forever<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Is for good<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Was it a dream?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Was it a dream?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Is this the only evidence that proves it<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A photograph of you and I<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Was it a dream?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Was it a dream?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Is this the only evidence that proves it<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A photograph of you and I<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(A photograph of you and I)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Was it a dream?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Was it a dream?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Is this the only evidence that proves it<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A photograph of you and I<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A photograph of you and I<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A photograph of you and I...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-3242180418618480674?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-36605026655563552852009-12-16T00:33:00.000-08:002009-12-16T07:27:48.554-08:00Paranoia's all I got left !<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SyibNkL9nzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/e-NINgTmIVE/s1600-h/Paranoia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SyibNkL9nzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/e-NINgTmIVE/s400/Paranoia.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79;">e ciudat!<br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79;">e ciudat cum sufletul mi se zbate.cum gandul,inima si ratiunea sunt 3 lucruri distincte.ele de obicei functioneaza intr o perfecta corelatie si se competeaza unul pe celalat...insa la mine e pe dos.totul e pe dos.<br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79;">gandul sufletul ratiunea inima ochii trupul<br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79;">e ciudat<br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79;">e ceva ce nu mai pot controla.am pierdut de ceva timp coordonarea lor...controlul...a ramas o certa continua cu mine...un razboi intre ele...e ceva...e o voce din interior ce mi spune ...Stop! si devine intuneric...<br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAnita%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style>
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</style><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">Why does it feel like night today? <br />Something in here's not right today. <br />Why am I so uptight today?[...] </span><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">wtf...ceva s a schimbat...</span><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">unde sunt eu...sunt chiar aici...de ce aici...pt ca aici voi fi mereu si asa voi fi mereu...si totusi...unde sunt eu?!</span><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">ma pierd in ganduri si in planuri perfecte.ma pierd in minciuni meschine.ma pierd intr o lume creata doar de mine.</span><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">trebuie doar sa spun nu ! </span><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">acel "nu" a devenit o necesitate...un "must do!"...trebuie sa fie un "nu" convins venit din mine.din sulet ratiune trup inima si din gand.trebuie sa fie un "nu" perfect.</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">cred ca e paranoia </span><br /></div><div style="color: #7f6000;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #a64d79;"></span></b></span><div style="background-color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAnita%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List" style="color: #a64d79;"></link><style>
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A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face watches every time they lie
A face that laughs every time they fall
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<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-3660502665556355285?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-81598058864875922092009-12-13T12:13:00.000-08:002009-12-13T12:13:00.494-08:00@#$#@ just a fucking [game of ] hide and seek>>>>>!<<<<<<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SyVGK6gZc5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/plFq-SUUdbI/s1600-h/HPIM2304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SyVGK6gZc5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/plFq-SUUdbI/s200/HPIM2304.JPG" /></a><br /></div>hide....de cine cum si unde...seek....de ce?.....fucking hide and seek !!!<br /><br />where are we?<br />what the hell is going on?<br />the dust has only just begun to form<br />crop circles in the carpet<br />sinking feeling.....<br /> sentimente uitate<br /> durere<br /> apasare si tensiune....piele...mirosul placut al pielii ....tale...uitat ...dorit candva...<br />maini..degete....<br />ne ascundem...refuzam...ne renegam...evitam...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SyVGHNkBKoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GEtyk5rzItg/s1600-h/HPIM2295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SyVGHNkBKoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GEtyk5rzItg/s200/HPIM2295.JPG" /></a><br /></div>..............................................................................hide and seek<br /><br /><br /> hide and seek<br />trains and sewing machines<br /> all those years<br /> they were here first.....<br />noi....pierduti....<br />..............................fulgii de gheatza...amintire desearta.......frigul....vantul...tu....<br /><br />mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs [speak no feeling ] no I don't believe.......who?!.........[you]<br />------------------------>don't care a bit!------------->just a fucking game of hide and seek.......<br /><br /><br />.......mintea...ochii...sufletul...trupul...buzele...atingerea....respiratia...trepidatia.....doi.....unul<br /> si unul.....<br /> <br /> dePaRte!<br />I'm not always like this=It's something, i become...A terrible weakness<br />In my nature, in my blood....and indeed ....i hurt somebody else again....me...<br /><br /> faster<br /> wider<br /> more ....impression > looks just like me<br /> only... better<br /><br /><br /><br />It's complicated,<br /> >>>>>(This time I think it could be)<<<>>>>Want to, oh, Need to, oh, Try to, oh<br />None of the above!>>>><br /> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-8159805886487592209?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-41563693531112474942009-11-27T17:43:00.000-08:002009-12-16T07:35:14.998-08:00nervi multi nervi si mai multi nervi !!!ah tu-ti mama ta de<b> laptop prost</b> ca te gasesti tu sa te inchizi exact cand imi termin postarea x(x(x(<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Moooooori! </b><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SxCAN5qTJlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/76U_sF_QT64/s1600/broken_laptop-752023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SxCAN5qTJlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/76U_sF_QT64/s640/broken_laptop-752023.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">"</span><b style="color: white; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="background-color: #990000;">Totusi lipseste ceva</span></b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">"</span>...[va urma....partea a 2a poate e mai norocoasa :))))) .asta daca nu-l arunc pe geam pan atunci..ihhh x( ]<br /><br /><br /><br />cateva saptamani mai tarziu: ce nervoasa eram=))) ...acum mouse-ul imi face figuri..cum sa actionez ?!?!?=)))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-4156369353111247494?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-59048196606061687702009-11-27T16:10:00.000-08:002009-11-27T16:10:14.674-08:00sa fie somn !<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SxBqQOi0RQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LDrwJZSf17E/s1600/somn+pat+detaliu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SxBqQOi0RQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LDrwJZSf17E/s400/somn+pat+detaliu.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br />minute...ore...zile...un somn profund caut?!?!stiti voi pe unde e ca eu inca nu-l gasesc...facultate,petreceri,un vin bun asa ca sa te unga pe suflet...fetele mele..proiecte lungi si urate...ah mama lor de produse si de publicitati,marca,logo etc etc..urat si trist in conditiile unei oboseli acute...dar somnul...somnul unde e?!?! <br />Diminetzi tarzii cu o cafea tare si o prietena buna...cineva apropiat sufletului meu e tot ce mi-a mai ramas...e tot ce ma mai tine in picioare,doua tacanite care au uitat definitia cuvantului somn...si totusi noi cand mai dormim?!?!...am uitat iar stam 24 din 24 cu okii mari cat cepele ca doar nah :-j " de asta nu mai putem dormii ziua!"<br />Citesc horoscopul,citesc blogul Elei,imi citesc iar horoscopul...cel haios ca asa e frumos la ora 2 noaptea sa ma mai distrez si eu pe seama mea daca somnul nu vrea sa ma inveseleasca ...si auzi la el ce scrie...=))..Capricorn:"<b>De ce nu doarme noaptea?</b> Deja a pus la punct un plan strategic de preluare a puterii."....parca rade de mine fara mine,ce chestie!...dar somnul...cum ramane cu somnul...?!??!<br /><br />Nu mai inteleg nimic ...un om care totusi nu e pe dos ca mine, am observat asta de ceva vreme:))) si e contagios...se ia e clar:))), adoarme repede in general la o ora frumoasa un 11 si jumatate maxim...eu ...moooama trist:)))..daca nu la 2 si ceva...sigur pe la 6...ca doar nah facultate nu am de dimineatza:-j..nu ma suna colegii sa ma trezeasca :-j nu primesc mesaje din alea "fataaaaaa face profu prezenta...vinooooo repede!nu fi vaca!" si eu de abia imi aud telefonu si iar ma trezesc mai obosita ca niciodata si iar plina de nervi ca asa e frumos sa incepi ziua ..uhhh...da facultate:))) seminar curs...alea alea...<br />Si tot nu inteleg unde e somnul meu...desi de ceva vreme adorm si dorm ..si dorm ...si din ce in ce mai obosita ma trezesc...wtf?!?! e ciudat rau...sa stau asa constant intr-o stare de somn...desi somnul ala dulce si odihnitor nu se oboseste sa apara ...uai??:D:D:D..il vreau ...moama il vreau ca pe o partida din aia buna de sex cu pasiune si cu tot ce cuprinde ea...pe asta am comis-o stiu:))) da mi-e dor si de asa ceva rau de tot:)) ca e prea monotona viata in luna noiembrie..pardon la final de luna:D:D<br /><br />....si da somnul...ah somnul 8->....nu mi-l imprumuta nimeni??!?!?...vreau doar sa aud ...<b>"sa fie somn!" si somn sa fie :D</b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SxBqW61TLFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tgBqPNt31_4/s1600/313nol2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SxBqW61TLFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tgBqPNt31_4/s400/313nol2.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-5904819660606168770?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-88883163234513146782009-10-18T16:43:00.000-07:002009-10-18T16:51:19.175-07:00soul of a child : x<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/StuofyMZBCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/V1mQbBx4uE4/s1600-h/alina.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/StuofyMZBCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/V1mQbBx4uE4/s320/alina.JPG" /></a><br /><object width="448" height="46"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/pishky/143093632886b8.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/pishky/143093632886b8.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"></embed></object><br /><strong>Nancy Ajram-Oul Tany Eyh( Original)</strong><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Stiti senzatia aia cand aveti un suflet de copil langa voi?!?!cand cineva mai mic rade si te face si pe tine sa razi...atunci cand cineva clipeste frumos cu ochii mari si luciosi si cu un zambet pe buze iti spune ca i a fost dor de tine...dua eu o stiu...acel copil din sufletul meu e una dintre cele mai bune prietene.E EA,acum desi in anishori e matura,majora,pentru mine a ramas tot ea,copilul vesel,nebun,colorat,cu care rad de fiecare data...pestishorul meu nazdravan:x...ii dedic acest post ei deoarece a stiu de fiecare data cum sa scoata copilul din mine si sa ma faca sa zambesc chiar si atunci cand ziua nu mi era tocmai stralucita,a stiut sa stea langa mine si la bine si la greu, sa ma tina de mana,sa ma imbratisheze,sa ma pupe,sa se strambe, sa scoata zgomote ciudate:)) si sa ma trezeasca la realitate atunci cand a fost cazul...ne cunoastem dintr o privire...suntem noi doua...ne citim reciproc fara nicio privire este de ajuns doar sa ne auzim vocea...si eventual cineva mai rade spunand "TI-AM SPUS EU!!!!" <br />Un la multi ani cu drag [si cu intarziere in acest post] micul meu pestishor nastrushnic :x:x:x<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-8888316323451314678?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-24069358255826332082009-10-12T16:40:00.000-07:002009-10-12T16:54:44.539-07:00Smart Words !<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/StO-T1FyBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/oYzqveyML4Q/s1600-h/draft_lens2049380module10196881photo_1214523684OneRepublic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/StO-T1FyBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/oYzqveyML4Q/s400/draft_lens2049380module10196881photo_1214523684OneRepublic.jpg" /></a><b> Cea mai tare melodie de stare :x <br /></b><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1255390184534"><span style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span></a><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RNgsBEpd7B0">All the right moves</a><br /></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RNgsBEpd7B0"> One republic</a> <br /></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><br /><pre><object width="448" height="46"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/janhvy/43d2859e417430.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/janhvy/43d2859e417430.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"></embed></object><br /><strong>One Republic - All the right moves</strong><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica</a></pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b> -Lyrics</b>-</span><br /><b>All the right friends in all the wrong places<br />So yeah, we're going down<br />They've got all the right moves and all the wrong faces<br />So yeah, we're going down<br /><br />Just paint the picture of a perfect place<br />They've got it better than what anyone's told you<br />They'll be the King of Hearts, and you're the Queen of Spades<br />And we'll fight for you like we were your soldiers<br /><br />I know we've got it good<br />But they've got it made<br />And the grass is getting greener each day<br />I know things are looking up<br />But soon they'll take us down<br />before everybody's knowing our name.<br /><br />They've got all the right friends in all the wrong places<br />So yeah, we're going down<br />They've got all the right moves and all the wrong faces<br />So yeah, we're going down<br /><br />They said, everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going<br />Yeah, we're going down<br />They said, everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going<br />Yeah, we're going down<br /><br />Do you think I'm special?<br />Do you think I'm nice?<br />Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?<br />Between the noise you hear<br />And the sound you like<br />Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?<br /><br />It can be possible that rain can fall,<br />Only when it's over our heads<br />The sun is shining everyday, but it's far away<br />All the world is dead.<br /><br />They've got,<br />They've got all the right friends in all the wrong places<br />So yeah, we're going down<br />They've got all the right moves and all the wrong faces<br />So yeah, we're going down<br /><br />They said, everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going<br />Yeah, we're going down<br />They said, everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going<br />Yeah, we're going down<br /><br />It doesn't matter what you see.<br />I know i could never be<br />Someone that looks like you.<br />It doesn't matter what you say<br />I know i could never face<br />someone that could sound like you.<br /><br />All the right friends in all the wrong places<br />So yeah, we're going down<br />They've got all the right moves and all the wrong faces<br />So yeah, we're going down<br /><br />All the right friends in all the wrong places<br />So yeah, we're going down<br />They've got all the right moves and all the wrong faces<br />So yeah, we're going down<br /><br />They said, everybody knows everybody knows where we're going<br />Yeah we're going down<br />They said, everybody knows everybody knows where we're going<br />Yeah we're going down<br /><br />Yeah we're going down<br />Yeah we're going down<br /><br />All the right moves, hey<br />Yeah, we're going down<br />All the right moves, hey<br />Yeah, we're going down</b><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/StO-9boZDyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/C061h3bon7U/s1600-h/b-OneRepublic-483dacc0d6a2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/StO-9boZDyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/C061h3bon7U/s400/b-OneRepublic-483dacc0d6a2.jpeg" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-2406935825582633208?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-79379955412497824772009-09-19T16:36:00.000-07:002009-09-27T02:59:18.139-07:004 pereti,un pat,o rasuflare,o lampa aprinsa...lumina difuza...si tacere...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SrVpu3NfVaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Gn1VBV2eNPU/s1600-h/ATgAAADwV4dyWWH30FpAmlEoaGYWrR9N8gC4xolpSzkbJyBJeUwx7y-W_IK-N09N2ilfUn5Py3Fw7ivYnexeH-eDV7xIAJtU9VCd4Mn9WKupnY2Vyw_XpH_jo6F_-Q.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SrVpu3NfVaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Gn1VBV2eNPU/s320/ATgAAADwV4dyWWH30FpAmlEoaGYWrR9N8gC4xolpSzkbJyBJeUwx7y-W_IK-N09N2ilfUn5Py3Fw7ivYnexeH-eDV7xIAJtU9VCd4Mn9WKupnY2Vyw_XpH_jo6F_-Q.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #000066;"> <span id="goog_1253398998381"></span><span id="goog_1253398998382"></span>E o stare de spirit si incerc sa o inteleg.A trecut un minut, o ora, o zi,o saptamana....si chiar o luna...restul mai conteaza[?!?!]...trece in continuare...si totusi e o stare confuza...4 pereti si un pat...o tigara fumata pe geam privind in departare...spre Bucurestiul prafuit luminat in noapte...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #000066;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #000066;"> <span style="font-size: large;">e liniste...</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SrVqATZx8EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BJzUCdz4lFU/s1600-h/lonelyDM2803_468x562.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SrVqATZx8EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BJzUCdz4lFU/s320/lonelyDM2803_468x562.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #000066;">" [Forgive</span> me if I must <span style="color: #3333ff;">Cry</span> Out]</span><br /><br /><i>As I lay here in my <span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">dark</span>, and <span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">lonely room</span>,</i><br /><i>filled with <span style="color: #3366ff;">sadness</span> , and with <span style="color: #3366ff;">gloom</span>.</i><br /><i>I listen for your breathing, but it's not there.</i><br /><i>I reach to touch you, </i><span style="color: #009900; font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;">but touch only air</span><i>.</i><br /><i>In my </i><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">heart</span><i> is a loneliness that I alone must bare</i><br /><br /><i>I feel all around me there is </i><span style="color: #993300; font-size: 85%;">no one who really cares</span><i>.</i><br /><i>So, forgive me if I must cry out</i><br /><i><span style="color: #003300;">"Is This What Life Is All About?"</span></i><br /><i>to feel so empty, and cast out.</i><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="color: #000099; font-size: 85%;">Where are the ones</span> <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">who said</span> <span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 85%;">they cared!</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="color: #000099; font-size: 85%;">Where are the ones</span><span style="color: #000099;"> </span><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">who said</span> <span style="color: #000099; font-size: 85%;">they would always be there!</span></span></span><br /><i>So, as I lay here in my dark, and </i><span style="color: #666600;">lonely room</span><i> ,</i><br /><i>filled with sadness, and with gloom.</i><br /><i><span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;">Forgive me</span> if I must cry out,</i><br /><i>Is This What Life Is All About "</i><br /><i>.............................................</i><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><i> [...] <span style="font-size: large;">si totusi e acea stare ciudata</span></i><br /><i><span style="font-size: large;"> cand..</span>.<br /></i><br /><br /><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SrVuDf6bk2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FgbPlpeoU-k/s1600-h/3851730556_af267937e7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SrVuDf6bk2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FgbPlpeoU-k/s320/3851730556_af267937e7.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">" <i><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> My head keeps saying "no"</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">But my heart keeps giving in</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">So hard to let it go</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">When it's there, under my skin.</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Well if this is the face of a sinner</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">And if heaven is only for winners</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Well I don't care</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Cause I won't know</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Anybody there.</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></i></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SrVqk2kTVEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dGke6gfZdDU/s1600-h/teo-tarras-lonely-bench.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SrVqk2kTVEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dGke6gfZdDU/s320/teo-tarras-lonely-bench.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Thought that I'd let it slide</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">But it's me that's slipping in</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Thought that I'd go for a ride</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Before this crash I'm dying in.</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Well if I'm judged on the life I've been living</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">And if heaven is not so forgiving</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Well I don't care</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Cause I won't know</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Anybody there.</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">I don't care</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Cause I won't know</span><br style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Anybody there."</span></i></span><br /></div></div><br />................................................................<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SrVuam-DkBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/v_brGXNp0po/s1600-h/31c7d597ba313dde-2168022517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; 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</style> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SqriPvdgzaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/s9KC43uW85I/s1600-h/lowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SqriPvdgzaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/s9KC43uW85I/s320/lowers.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">...tu, ca si persoana,poti spune ca ti-e bine atunci cand ti-e rau,poti sa-l pacalesti sa-l tii ascuns undeva...sa-l lasi in urma...sa nu-l bagi in seama preferand binele,mintal vorbind, chiar daca realitatea iti posteaza altceva.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Incepand de la tot ce poti ascunde...te intrebi...o relatie o poti tine pt tine,bineinteles si pt el,tipul de langa tine...daca esti tare de inger si daca ai ajuns sa crezi in propriile tale puteri iar sentimentele iti dau voie sa faci acest lucru...tu poti...dar el poate?!..poate sa te tina numai pentru el...poate sa ascunda un lucru atat de intim si in alcelasi timp atat de curios pentru altii?!Se poate trata acest subiect cu discretie maxima...poate sa-ti induca o stare de respect de sine sau te darama?In multe cazuri lauda este cel mai mare dusman in tot ce faci ca si frica de adevar de altfel...in multe stadii uiti de tine,de ce ti-ai promis si cedezi...afisezi..pictezi viata ta pe o plansa goala...faci umbre...lumini...pui sperante...adaugi sentimente si incredere...apoi acea coala devine un tablou,o poveste pe care fiecare si-o interpreteaza in felu lui...pe care nimeni nu si-o mai asuma la un moement dat si...devine povestea tuturor...<b style="color: black;">si tu si el si ea si noi si voi...de fapt ce n-am dorit...un singur lucru..sa fie bine...de ce este rau?</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-5273611971777874268?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-76533934506663626462009-09-05T07:50:00.000-07:002009-09-05T09:28:24.649-07:00Peste ocean...e departe???Un ocean, 3 luni ,lacrimi de despartire, singuratate, doua prietene sau doua fete ,drumuri diferite...departe ...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SqJ9JANqAcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rW7dR6Gz0lA/s1600-h/brooklyn-lens-40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SqJ9JANqAcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rW7dR6Gz0lA/s400/brooklyn-lens-40.jpg" /></a></div><br /> Asa incepi sa realizezi cat de mult tii la o persoana...timpul,departarea iti defineste prietenia,ea devine din ce in ce mai puternica cu cat dorul este mai intens.Plangi,iti amintesti,ii duci dorul,te bucuri la fiecare semn din partea ei.Esti fericita toata ziua atunci cand reuseste sa te sune...ii povestesti,iti povesteste...iti amintesti...ii auzi vocea...e o parte din tine plecata departe...dar...se va intoarce...totul se reintregeste...ii duc dorul.<br /><br /> Imi amintesc acea imbratisare de ramas bun...si acele vorbe..ne vedem peste 3 luni...3 luni...aproape 90 de zile..muuuuuuult...tare mult, imi lipseste.<br /><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SqKNne0cvMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/q-2c6HEvhXc/s1600-h/mmm.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SqKNne0cvMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/q-2c6HEvhXc/s200/mmm.JPG" /></a> Imi lipsesc acele zile pline de haz si de dureri de maxilar de la prea mult ras, de cuvinte spuse aiurea numai pentru a provoca veselie,de certuri interminabile si isterice,de telefoane inchise in nas...si de mesaje tampite, de lacrimi de nervi...de tipete explozive...de iertari binevenite...si iar ras...imi lipsesti.</div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Astazi...un status[ "few more weeks....."] mi-a reamintit cat de putin mai e pana sa ne reintalnim...si totusi cateva saptamani tot mult e...nimic nu ma multumeste in ultimile zile...dorul de tine e prea mare...astept cu nerabdare sa te vad...esti tu...esti una dintre prietenele mele...13 ani impreuna e prea mult ca sa fiu indiferenta..prietenia e o legatura magica...iti duc dorul.</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SqKAkqabxUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1xlBOd59wkw/s1600-h/statue-of-liberty-new-york-city-high-contrast2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SqKAkqabxUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1xlBOd59wkw/s200/statue-of-liberty-new-york-city-high-contrast2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Si totusi, peste ocean...e departe!</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-7653393450666362646?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-22283870465645039132009-09-03T19:09:00.000-07:002009-09-04T11:41:16.515-07:00OaRe ?!?!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SqB7SJhHmYI/AAAAAAAAADI/XDb27xtl9s0/s1600-h/Image0173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SqB7SJhHmYI/AAAAAAAAADI/XDb27xtl9s0/s200/Image0173.jpg" /></a></div>...O privire, un zambet...doua perechi de ochi...unii caprui, unii negrii...o atingere, o plimbare pe malul unui lac...intrebari, timizi,poate incepatori...nerabdatori...intuneric, luna, fericire,..."UN TREN DE MOSCOVA"...un inceput si un sarut care a durat o vesnicie!Imbratisari,prietenie,iubire,incredere,NOI.<br /> Tradare ,iertare,speranta,teama,lacrimi...uimire...apropiere,cunostere,atingere,sudoare,cuvinte spuse tremurand,nopti nedormite vorbite la telefon,suflete pereche....si oare?!?!<br /> Incepi sa crezi ca totul isi are sensul si refuzi sa crezi adevarul.Iti construiesti propriul tau destin si crezi intru totul in el...iubesti si tot ce vezi e din iubire...apoi...se intampla ceva ...un punct negru...apoi o crapatura...apoi un ciob...mai multe...totul se intuneca...incepi sa nu mai crezi...sa tradezi, sa fi tradat...si incepi sa te intrebi...oare?!?!?!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SqB2qr4g1CI/AAAAAAAAACw/XlFEzthivWU/s1600-h/406818440.img.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SqB2qr4g1CI/AAAAAAAAACw/XlFEzthivWU/s320/406818440.img.jpg" /></a></div> Omul se schimba...e intr-o continua schimbare.Timpul spune multe...anturajul la fel...si timpul intervine iar...oare?!?!<br /> Incepi sa te intrebi...te cunosc? te-am cunoscut??tu esti???oare?!?!<br /> Tot raul vine de undeva...oare?!?!Oare de ce?!?De ce alegi o cale in care nici tu nu crezi...tot ce e impotriva vine din tine,vine din mine,oare de ce???Increderea si respectul dispare si incepi sa adaugi ura...oare vrei asta???O accept sau nu,alta alegere nu am...e calea noastra...fiecare pe alt drum...e mai bine asa..se stie ...dar de ce exista ura,concurenta,acea rautate venita de nu stiu unde!?!?!...de ce alegem asta,de ce vrei asta?!Prietenii sunt prieteni,cu putin respect incercam sa nu ne legam de ei...fiecare cu ai lui...nu trebuie sa-mi demonstrezi nimic...eu te stiam,te-am cunoscut,te-am simtit...nu mai esti el...esti altcineva...sunt altcineva,ne-am schimbat...timpul a trecut...nimic nu sta in loc...nu incerca sa strici tot...nu se merita...amintirile ne apartin,regretul nu-si are locul aici...nu strica tot cu minciuna,rautate,vorbe grele si negandite aruncate cu putere,nu se merita!...ramai acolo,stii asta [chiar daca totul a luat sfarsit de mult.]..oare realizezi?!?! oare?!?! <br /><br />...There is thunder in our hearts...So much hate for the ones we love?/Tell me, we both matter, don't we?...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-2228387046564503913?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-58005559666996469272009-08-31T20:00:00.000-07:002009-08-31T20:25:41.977-07:00Citim in stele !<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Stelele pot spune multe odata ce reusim sa le deslusim misterul.Zodiile, constelatii antice ce influenteaza viata si caracterul fiecarei fiinte. O zi, o ora ,un minut...te-ai nascut...apartii in totalitate unei zodii. <br /> 29 decembrie 1988...o simpla zi de nastere...o raza de lumina intr-o atmosfera rece cuprinsa de o iarna geroasa si greoaie, asa cum era pe timpuri, cu nametzi, fulgi grashi si apasatori....doi ochi negrii si un scancet de copil...mic, slab si cu cate 5 gene la fiecare pleoapa :D [dupa povestirile mamei]...un capricorn...o mica fetitza capricorn ce dorea sa descopere lumea cu orice pretz neavand rabdare pana la anul nou :D.<br /> Aproape 21 de ani de atunci...si zodia inca ma definste aproape in totalitate...sunt un capricorn convins !<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SpyLFnxBxcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oGDYDLzxPIw/s1600-h/capricorn20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SpyLFnxBxcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oGDYDLzxPIw/s320/capricorn20.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <br /> ...pentru a ma cunoaste si din alt punct de vedere...<br /><br />Totul incepe asa: “5 am spus? 5 sa fie!”<br /><br /> Tine minte ora de intalnire daca vrei sa o mai vezi a doua oara! Nu prinzi din zbor femei ca ea! Si asta nu pentru ca de obicei “vaneaza” la sol, ci pentru ca nu oricine are nas de ea. Tot timpul serioasa, cu un fler extraordinar, ea este capabila sa duca totul la bun sfarsit fara sa se planga o clipa. In niciun caz nascuta pentru munci inutile, ea poate depune un efort sisific pana ce isi atinge obiectivul. De acolo, din fruntea ierarhiei unde ajunge adesea, nu o mai ai nimeni. Si asta pentru ca pasii marunti sunt tehnica ei, iar darzenia si inteligenta armele pe care nu le pierde vreodata. Daca o vei cunoaste, vei crede ca este prototipul omului de succes. Chit ca nu o vei putea copia in veci!<br /><br /> <strong>Structura corporala</strong>:<br /> Daca in copilarie parea o doamna batrana, cu gesturi greoaie, pe masura ce inainteaza in varsta intinereste. Se va transforma incet intr-o femeie cu aer tineresc si nu va pierde bujorii din obrajori nici macar atunci cand celelalte femei ii inlocuiesc cu make-up.<br /> De obicei are o structura plapanda, dar puterea ei vine din interior si rezistenta in fata problemelor de sanatate este mult mai mare ca la alte semne.<br /> Este destul de slaba, iar inaltimea peste medie o pastreaza frumoasa pana tarziu. Frumusetea fizica este perfect pusa in evidenta de o anumita timiditate care paleste cu varsta, lasand-o sa infloreasca vizibil. Neincrederea in sine ii poate afecta si imaginea despre sine, dar manierele, bunul gust pe care il are in materie de haine si gratia gesturilor o transforma intr-o doamna ce provoaca la descoperire. Doar barbatii adevarati se simt capabili sa-i dea curs!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SpyS_59QawI/AAAAAAAAACY/RInQNvP5G0s/s1600-h/Capricorns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SpyS_59QawI/AAAAAAAAACY/RInQNvP5G0s/s320/Capricorns.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><strong>Structura psihica:</strong><br /> Nu e deloc usor sa ajungi in mintea unei femei Capricorn! Draguta, manierata, isi poarta etichetele cu gratie. Ce e dincolo de acest aer sobru, care te poate intimida la prima vedere? O femeie extraordinara! Desi adesea se zice ca femeile Capricorn sunt nascute pentru cariera, multe dintre ele simt frumusetea artei. Unele se ocupa de mecenat, altele au curajul sa cante pe scena. Sunt capabile de orice daca exista pasiune. Si ele au curajul si darzenia de a-si urma pasiunea. Bineinteles, nu pe burta goala! O femeie Capricorn stie ca visele si talentul nu se nasc din praf de stele. Daca viata (destul de grea, adesea) nu i-a dat o familie foarte instarita, ea va face tot posibilul sa isi achizitioneze banii necesari unui trai imbelsugat. Apoi, cand altii se gandesc la pensie si la cat de greu le va fi sa faca rost de bani pentru medicamente, ea va calcula ce cursuri de dans sau scrima sau actorie va face. Varsta o face mai tanara, mai frumoasa, mai deschisa spre alte sfere ale vietii decat cea materiala.<br /> Este o carierista, ajunge intotdauna acolo unde isi propune, dar nu calcand pe cadavre. Tot ce are merita si nu are putin deloc. Nu te teme: cariera nu o scapa de familie. Traditionalista, iubeste familia si intotdeauna le va purta respect celor care i-au dat viata.<br /><br /><strong>Viata amoroasa</strong>:<br /><br /> Adesea se lauda ca nu crede in dragoste. Adesea nu crede in dragsote, dar poate avea multe relatii ca pe afaceri profitabile. Cand lasa jos garda de fier a interesului financiar, poate simti multa pasiune. Nu va scrie epistole de amor cu un “la revedere” incarcat de inimioare si buze rujate, dar va arata cata iubire poate sa ofere prin tot ce face. Desigur, doar un om special poate observa toate tipurile de “te iubesc” pe care stie sa le spuna fara cuvinte.<br /> Adesea neincrezatoare, ea intra greu in febra pasiunii. Teama de a fi vulnerabila o pastreaza rece si chiar daca sufera, nu va declara niciodata. Este puternica si prefera sa ramana o stanca decat sa se topeasca o noapte in bratele cuiva si a doua zi sa nu mai stie de unde sa se adune. Poate suferi mult, adesea si o viata intreaga pentru un barbat, dar nu iarta si nu uita atunci cand este ranita.<br /> Daca ai descoperit-o, esti un barbat cu adevarat special. In schimbul fidelitatii tale, vei avea tot ce iti doresti: iubire, grija, model. Fie ca va ramane acasa pentru a-ti creste copiii (da, iubirea o poapte transforma in femeia de casa), fie ca va munci la 2 job-uri ca sa te ajute sa iti platesti facultatea pentru ca ai convins-o ca iti place si poti adue mai multi bani in casa, ea ti se poate dedica cu totul.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SpyLkRJP7pI/AAAAAAAAACA/2JAJK9TUMUA/s1600-h/capricorn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SpyLkRJP7pI/AAAAAAAAACA/2JAJK9TUMUA/s320/capricorn.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /> ....<strong>Femeia Capricorn...</strong> nu este o duduie de duzina! Adeseori grava, matura, mai serioasa decât este cazul, ea asteapta doar o atmosfera ceva mai "calda" pentru a se desfasura. N-o sa auziti niciodata din gura ei bârfe sau maruntisuri, dar daca va ajunge în centrul atentiei, pregatiti-va sa faceti o cura serioasa de râs.<br /><br /> Femeia Capricorn are resurse nebanuite, multe dintre ele temperate de reputatia acestui Semn zodiacal ca ar fi "batrân". Mai degraba, femeia Capricorn nu considera ca trebuie sa strice un orz de calitate pe orice oratanie prezenta în mediul ei<strong>.</strong><br /><strong> </strong>Nu frapeaza pe nimeni de la prima vedere dar prezenta ei se va face simtita printr-o separare constienta de ceilalti, prin tacere si, la momentul potrivit, prin interventii cu miez sau de un umor foarte sanatos. Ea stie sa combine romantismul adeseori fara perspectiva al femeii Pesti cu atacul bine calculat al femeii Scorpion, astfel încât sa nu va mirati daca va treziti peste noapte personajul unei mari aventuri amoroase ce implica discretia de rigoare dar si un arsenal erotic pe care în ruptul capului nu l-ai fi banuit la aceasta fiinta.<br /><br /> Trecerea femeii Capricorn prin viata dvs. ar putea fi marcata de o carte despre civilizatii disparute sau de programul pe ultimele trei luni la cinemateca. Femeia Capricorn are o relatie speciala cu timpul, ceea ce va va face sa simtiti ca a venit fie prea devreme, fie prea târziu la întâlnirea dvs. cu destinul.<strong> </strong><br /> Înainte de toate, fiti ferm convins ca vreti sa va maturizati! Cu femeia Capricorn nu va va fi usor, chiar daca ati facut dragoste de prima întâlnire. Este prea stapâna pe propria ei existenta ca sa se împiedice de prejudecati rasuflate.<br /><br /> Fiti foarte onest în relatia aceasta! Femeia Capricorn va ghici foarte repede daca v-a mânat spre ea un anume interes. Provocati-i starea de minunare si bucuria de a fi femeie pâna în vârful unghiilor, iar ea va înflori ca rasplata a descoperii la care va încumetati.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SpyNh7zJ0zI/AAAAAAAAACI/-OfmZ2utmKA/s1600-h/208423_res10_capricorn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SpyNh7zJ0zI/AAAAAAAAACI/-OfmZ2utmKA/s200/208423_res10_capricorn.jpg" /></a></div><br /><strong>Simbolul iconografic</strong>, capra, este surprinsa in momentul in care loveste pamantul cu copita. De aici se deduc si alte caracteristici proprii acestor nativi: ambitia, seriozitatea, duritatea, rigoarea, concentrarea, profunzimea, dominarea sentimentelor, stabilitatea, rationalitatea si raceala.<br /><br /><strong> În sentimentele ei domneste ordinea</strong>. Ele sunt pasionale dar le lipseste curajul de a fi imorale. De aceea ele trebuiesc pur si simplu seduse. Sunt prea precaute, precautie pe care in cele dinurma o extind asupra precautiei insasi. Sunt in general retrase, dar increderea in sine odata castigata isi vor ssschimba comportamentul. Le place sa fie iubite. Femeia capricorn pluteste cu capul in nori, dar este cu picioarele pe pamant. Nu poate fi mpulsiva in problemele sexuale. Este pregatita pentru a se lasa admirata si adorata, dar nici un barbat nu o va putea stapanitotal. Ea stie ce is doreste un barbat, acesta insa nu va sti nicoadatace gandeste ea. Altii gasesc distantarea ei ca pe ceva chinuitor, poateca si faptul ca-si ascunde bine sentimentele ei extraordinare. Si cu toateacestea este femeia la care toti barbatii se introc dupa ce le trece gustuldupa aventura. In realitate comportamentul ei ascunde frica de iubire,pentru ca vrea sa fie sigura ca alesul ei este cel adevarat. Are nevoiede aparare si siguranta. Partenerul odata ales va simti intreaga ei dragoste.Este deosebit de credincioasa. Pe de alta parte simte nevoia de a fi iubitasi admirata. De aceea este la inceput atat de distanta si precauta; eaincearca sa evalueze posibilitatile si riscurile inainte de a se lasa sedusa.Daca face o greseala in alegerea partenerului sau, este de obicei o gresealamare. Va incerca insa sa scoata din aceasta ceva pozitiv, are rabdare sirezistenta. Sa ne ferim in a o rani caci nu uita si nu iarta. Razbunareaei nu are limite. Ramane intotdeauna o singuratica independenta si va persistain a-si conduce singura viata. Intr-o casnicie va avea pretentia la o masinasi la propriul cont bancar. Si totusi stie sa fe femeie si cunoaste valoareafrumusetii. Are instinct pentru curatenie, machiaj bine studiat si imbracamintecu acesorii. Multe femei ii vor cere sfatul in acest domeniu. Este foartecalculata. Ea va incerca sa domine barbatul si sa-l domine si sa-l foloseascain propriul sau interes. Barbatii slabi se simt atrasi puternic de femeiacapricorn. In tinerete este de obicei retrasa, dar cu timpul devine totma sigura de sine. In general se casatoreste mei terziu dupa ce a avutcateva aventuri fara sa devina obiectul sexual al barbatilor. Pasiuneaei este insa atat de profunda incat nu poate fara dragoste. Ramane insacredincioasa partenerului de viata. Isi doreste un barbat care sa-i satisfaca toate nevoile. Pentru a fi fericita trebuie sa fie ocupata tot timpul.De multe ori se va dedica operelor de binefacere. Ia viata foarte in seriossi este convinsa ca are capacitatea de a atinge teluri foarte inalte. dinpacate nu este prea sigura daca atinge acest tel caci are mereu telurimai inalte. Este foarte ambitioasa si niciodata multumita. Respecta oameniide succes si primeste cu placere sfaturi de la ei. Ingamfarea ei se poateusor dezlega facandu-i complimente. De-abia atunci devine mai umana. Femeiacapricorn, linistita, competenta, nu obtine intotdeauna ceea ce i se cuvine.Oameni mai putin talentati o vor depasi dar pentru un scurt timp, caci rabdarea ei iese victorioasa.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SpyOHiB_OQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ffo3yarfxbM/s1600-h/capricorn-zodiac-tattoos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vaUtaPm0uM/SpyOHiB_OQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ffo3yarfxbM/s320/capricorn-zodiac-tattoos.jpg" /></a></div><br /><strong>Femeia Capricorn se aprinde repede</strong>. Un gest oricat de mic, un compliment, o mangaiere sunt de ajuns pentru a o aprinde. Nu are nevoie de un preambul prelungit. In pat va prelua comanda. Are o mare rezistenta in daragostesi asteapta acelasi lucru de la partener. Variatile vaginale nu o intereseaza, este adepta traditionalismului. De ce sa se complice daca merge si simplu? Stapanind isi impune ritmul. Actul sexual devine salbatic, zgarie si striga. Ii place ca actul sa dureze mult, sa fie chiar reluat. Si pentru ca eeste calculata si in contactul sexual, dorintele ei de satisfactie se vor apropia mult de nimfomanie. Musca cu placere. Poate avea inclinatii spre sadism.Pare rece, dar aceasta este masca ei. Dupa ce isi scoate masca putem aveasurprize<br /><br /><strong> Unii astrologi spun ca nu exista o tipologie feminina specifica zodiei Capricorn, asa ca nu luati aceste considerente ca pe un reper, ci ca pe o caracterizare generala a femeilor din zodia Capricorn. Dumnezeu v-a rezervat aici surpriza de a descoperi câte o minune în fiecare fiinta feminina, mai ales în momentele dvs. intime.</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><br /></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-5800555966699646927?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028752291464698883.post-41631440874136648452009-08-30T16:05:00.000-07:002009-08-30T18:30:39.750-07:00oricand.oriunde.oricum...pentru ca pot spune...ezayem !<strong>Totul are un inceput</strong>.Practic in viata de zi cu zi fiecare lucru te inspira daca stai sa analizezi tot ce misca, tot ce vezi, tot ce simti...mai ales cand simti. <br />Din fire sunt omul care analizeaza fiecare lucru, nimic nu trece pe langa mine fara o analiza concreta,merg pe principiul cunoaste-inspecteaza [-actioneaza] apoi da-ti frau liber in evidentierea propriei tale personalitati.<br /><strong>Dar</strong>...[cum intotdeauna exista un "dar"]...lumea te poate percepe altfel decat esti, incepe sa-ti creeze un contur, un fel de descriere a firii tale,a fiintei tale, a caracterului tau, ceva peste propria ta imaginatie, peste cuvantul sau parerea ta..atunci cand se intampla acest lucru incepi sa devii cineva, cu rele si cu bune,...esti un tot...o definitie, un om, o personalitate, cineva....existi...dar tot atunci intervine ceva...te poti accepta asa cum esti, poate mintea ta sa perceapa acest tot, poti sa treci peste raul altora care se alipeste imaginii tale, pot unele cuvinte spuse cu atata usurinta de catre multi care nici macar nu-ti cunosc viata sa-ti faca rau sau sa te intareasca ?<br /><strong>Totul e trecator</strong>, vine-ramane-pleaca.Ideea e daca poti sa intelegi rostul fiecarui lucru , fiecarei intamplari, fiecarei simtiri si daca poti spune ca ai castigat ceva si cum te-a shimbat sau daca ai ramas la fel si nu ti-a adus nici un fel de modificare materiei tale depinzand in acelasi timp totusi si de importanta acelui moment, lucru, fapt.<br />Unul dintre numeroasele momente care m-au marcat a fost cand am ascultat o melodie care desi la urma urmei sunt cuvinte-versuri-rime...pot spune multe,De aici si "ezayem"....mai exact "as I am". Melodia se numeste "Take me as I am"... [Mary J. Blige <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpoNM45mLLw">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpoNM45mLLw</a> ] si este un fel de a spune ca <strong>imi accept propria personalitate, inca detin controlul si sunt multumita de ceea ce sunt si cum sunt, voi nu ma puteti schimba,tot ce faceti impotriva ma intareste, stiu ce fac si cum o fac...eu sunt eu, ma accepti sau nu, totul depinde de tine, eu tot eu raman</strong> !<br /><br /><br /><pre><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpoNM45mLLw&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpoNM45mLLw&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028752291464698883-4163144087413664845?l=ezayemanitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EzAyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223945363804229217noreply@blogger.com0