tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33086134326801188342024-03-13T20:42:51.513-07:00alexandraalexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292472015649281591noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308613432680118834.post-9469042528493954342008-09-21T14:41:00.001-07:002008-09-21T15:05:42.981-07:00Ganduri in intuneric...Privesc de cesuri pe fereastra,incercand sa gasesc un rost gandurilor,prea multe,prea palide.<br />Candelabrele secolului XX de pe strada inca palpaie, lumea e inca umeda, sufocata de ceata,pierduta in intuneric...E liniste...prea liniste...Aceiasi liniste si-n sufletul meu...aproape inspaimantatoare...plina de gunoi,de nepasare,de sentimente mototolite aruncate intr-un colt.<br />Ma intreb de ce iubesc...am uitat.Sau ce iubesc...nu stiu.<br />Am impresia ca traiesc un film prost...facut dupa altul asemanator,care la randul lui a fost copiat...si tot asa...doar ca pe ici pe colo s-a schimbat ba un personaj,ba o actiune,un fapt,un gest...un mare nimic.<br />Ma uit in suflet si nu vad nimic..prea intuneric,prea frig...Imi caut salvarea in imaginilie amintirilor ingalbenite de timp...le intorc cu grija sa nu le rup, caut cu infrigurare ceva care sa-mi salveze sufletul...cand cred ca gasesc ceva,imi dau seama ca au fost candva doar iluzii...iluzii care m-au facut sa-mi pierd noptile visand la un posibil viitor,niciodata atins.Clipe pierdute in zadar sperand la o minune...si-n final,doar deceptii.<br />Incerc sa trag concluzii...nu pot...am doar pareri de rau...<br /> <a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SNbFBaJ_hYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Fl0g8jo3usA/s1600-h/Autumn+Road,+Cognac+Region,+France.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SNbFBaJ_hYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Fl0g8jo3usA/s320/Autumn+Road,+Cognac+Region,+France.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248599043738666370" border="0" /></a>alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292472015649281591noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308613432680118834.post-25502413515285003152008-08-09T12:18:00.001-07:002008-08-09T12:18:52.524-07:00<p> <b><i>"Sa iubesti intr-o clipa cat n-au iubit altii intr-o viata..." </i></b><i>Cu aceste cuvinte m-am trezit din somnul dulce al acestei dupa-amiezi lenese de vara...:)</i><br /></p><img src="http://albums.limpa.ro/1/0/0/100131653.jpg" alt="100131653.jpg" border="0" />alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292472015649281591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308613432680118834.post-3732213065653949902008-08-09T07:54:00.000-07:002008-08-09T08:08:22.949-07:00Teama din noi...<span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Mereu mi-am dorit sa calatoresc...<br />Initial, aceasta sete de a calatori am pus-o pe seama firii mele curioase,dornice de a invata si de a vedea lucruri noi...Doar ca, intr-un tarziu, am inteles ca dorinta mea este de fapt....TEAMA...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Teama de mine insami, teama de ridicol, atunci cand ceva nu iesa bine,teama de a spune " te iubesc" fara sa primesc "reject",teama sa nu deranjez pe ceilalti, teama de orice mi-ar deranja si mi-ar largi universul meu mic.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Din fericire, sau nu, n-am reusit sa calatoresc nicaieri...ca si cum destinul mi-a inchis granitele spre acest"escape", punandu-ma sa ma confrunt mereu, zilnic, cu mine insami si cu frica mea. Pe undeva, am castigat...pe de alta parte,n-am reust decat sa ma limtez si mai mult...Unele temeri inca sunt acolo...altele am reusit sa le inchid intr-o camaruta bine zavorata...si sper ca iala sa nu rugineasca niciodata...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Tot ce-am invatat este ca, daca nu ma lupt cu demonii mei,nimeni nu va veni sa-i alunge...Iar teama e un invatator bun...nu-ti da niciodata mai mult de 2 optiuni...ramai si te lupti...sau fugi si ea te va urmari peste tot...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SJ2yd771llI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9zwEhy9SmrY/s1600-h/Light-of-Romance.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SJ2yd771llI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9zwEhy9SmrY/s320/Light-of-Romance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232534569449002578" border="0" /></a>alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292472015649281591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308613432680118834.post-25722777056307494632008-07-31T01:40:00.000-07:002008-12-10T21:17:01.597-08:00Un inger pentru mine:)<i style=""><span style="">Era o zi lenesa de mai cand am decis sa dau curs rugamintii unei prietene sa-mi fac cont pe un site…vroia sa castige ceva…Ea, nu a mai castigat, in schimb, eu da. Ceva ce greu castigi...si sper sa fie pentru tot restul vietii…<o:p></o:p></span></i> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style="">Mi-am facut contul si-am inceput sa fac slalom printre bloguri, comentarii, voturi...Comentam si eu,ca asa era normal acolo unde credeam ca am ceva de spus…si altii comentau la mine…inclusive o<span style=""> </span>tipa,care in acea vreme ,ma enerva la culme cu poza ei…<span style="color:red;">SnowWhite</span>… </span></i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SJM7amJhsrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/INSsZM7G00s/s1600-h/anca%28snowWhite%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SJM7amJhsrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/INSsZM7G00s/s320/anca%28snowWhite%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229588920410419890" border="0" /></a><i style=""><span style=""> <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style="">Totul pana intr-o zi,cand si-a schimbat “fata”: era o imagine divina…pe o bancuta, un inger statea cu un buchet de trandafiri galbeni in maini, privindu-ma cu niste ochi dulci, calzi si patrunzatori…un zambet<span style=""> </span>mic si dragalas… </span></i><i style=""><span style=""> </span></i><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style="">Si , brusc, toti dintii care-i aveam impotriva ei s-au evaporat…mi-a intrat in suflet…si, spre disperarea mea, acolo a ramas...si-a adus un divan, si s-a instalat comod…</span></i><i style=""><span style=""> </span></i><i style=""><span style=""> <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style="">Si acum ii spun:<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><b style=""><span style="">Anca...stii de ce mi-ai intrat tu in suflet?!in primul rand ca m-ai naucit cu buchetelul ala de trandafiri galbeni...de acolo a pornit totul...<br />apoi...am vazut ce suflet mare ai...si bun,si dragalas...si esti mamoasa...si dragalasa....cand razi...ma faci sa rad:)))<br />esti frumoasa...ai niste ochi minunati...inteligenti...visatori...<br />ai personalitate...esti nebunatica....simti lumea cu sufletul...orice ai spune,ma faci sa zambesc...sa rad...<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><b style=""><span style="">Uneori,ma faci sa-mi doresc sa te ucid…reusesti sa ma superi…si totusi, cu un cuvant,oricare ar fi acela,spulberi orice urma de furtuna…si ma faci sa te iubesc mai mult decat te iubeam pana atunci…<br />Imi doresc sa plec de acolo,dar nu pot..ma intorc mereu in fata monitorului si intru acolo si te <span style=""> </span>caut…<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><b style=""><span style="">Si nu regret nici o secuna ca te-am cunoscut.. as fi regretat enorm daca nu as fi facut-o…<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><b style=""><span style="">Azi,nu te-as mai fi avut pe tine sora, prietena…ingerul in bratele caruia ma simt ca un copil mic, protejat, in siguranta…<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 115%;">Mi-as fi dorit sa fiu Dumnezeu si <span style=""> </span>sa-ti ofer tot ceea ce meriti…Toate lucrurile bune, toata fericirea, bucuria, iubirea, linistea….toate astea le meriti …caci mai rar asemenea suflete mari…<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 115%;">Multumesc ca esti azi alaturi de mine…si sper sa fii si maine…si saptamana viitoare…si cat timp voi <span style=""> </span>exista pe acest pamanat…am nevoie de tine…de o prietena ca tine…de sufletul tau… </span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style=""> </span>Te iubesc sis…:X:*</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><b style=""><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><b style=""><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292472015649281591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308613432680118834.post-65979947103884451132008-07-30T00:00:00.001-07:002008-12-10T21:17:01.719-08:00Back in time...Poate pentru ca este vara, si la mine lucrurile functioneaza invers decat la ceilalti, poate din cauza caldurii, a plictiselii, am plonjat in marea amintirilor...<br /><p>Poate ca trebuie sa-mi pun la punct unele lucruri cu mine insami ,cine stie...Stiu doar ca mereu am spus ca, stand cu in ochi intors spre trecut si cu celalalt privind spre viitor, pierdem prezentul...Acel prezent pe care toti il regretam dupa ce a trecut...<br /></p><p>Si iata-ma, cufundata in amintiri, inot prin ele ca un delfin...din cand in cand mai fac un salt la suprafata pentru a vedea prezentul...caci viitorul...sa ramana departe,n-am timp de el...nu acum.<br />Le vad, frumoase ,urate, triste,vesele...toate-mi sunt dragi...toate m-au format ca individ...le simt gustul dulce, amar, acru...zambesc..si ma gandesc ce trist este omul care nu simte gustul nici unei amintiri, oricare ar fi ea...la cel care nu poate zambi sau plange pentru ca nu are trecut...sau a avut dar a preferat sa-l stearga.<br />Stiu ca niciodata n-am sa fug de el...este al meu, imi apartine...am nevoie de el, ca si atunci cand a fost prezent...doar ca am sa-l inchid intr-un ungher al mintii si-am sa-l descui doar vara...sau "spargeti doar in caz de urgenta" :))<br />Si nici n-am sa regret nimic din ceea ce am facut...de obicei, regret ceea ce nu fac...<br /><br />Si, niciodata sa nu intoarceti spatele amitirilor..oricum ar fi acestea...din cand in cand, mai rasfoiti acest album ca sa va vedeti pe voi,pe altii...si ca sa puteti merge mai departe...mai puternici,mai buni,mai fericiti.Cine-si accepta amintirile,se accepta pe el insusi.:)</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SJASAL1IL_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/F45Sp1X0ry0/s1600-h/Light-of-Romance.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SJASAL1IL_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/F45Sp1X0ry0/s320/Light-of-Romance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228698961762070514" border="0" /></a><div id="video_4732" style=""><iframe allowtransparency="true" src="http://www.limpa.ro/show_video.php?id=4732" frameborder="0" height="330" width="380">&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;</iframe></div>alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292472015649281591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308613432680118834.post-57398781946620111542008-07-29T23:22:00.000-07:002008-12-10T21:17:02.001-08:00O amintire...din multe altele...Stateam si ascultam o melodie draga mie si gandurile mi-au zburat inapoi ,in trecut, amintindu-mi de o prietenie pierduta.Mi-am amintit cu drag de prietena mea, de timpul petrecut impreuna, cand nimeni nu pricepea cum de ne intelegem si vorbim prin priviri, spre disperarea lor:))<br /><p>Fiind mai mare ca mine, am invatat multe de la ea...Lucruri care mi-au folosit mai tarziu...<br />Doar ca, fiind genul de persoana care judec cu inima, si-mi aleg prietenii dupa ceea ce simt, m-am incapatanat sa ignor ceea ce-mi spuneau persoane apropiate vis-a-vis de prietena mea....de fapt,ca sa fiu sincera, chiar eu ma incapatanasem sa vad doar partea frumoasa a ei, temandu-ma ,si pe buna dreptate, de clipa in care partea ei urata va iesi la suprafata. Clipa care n-a intarziat sa apara.<br /></p> Si, spre dezamagirea mea, m-am aflat in rolul de tinta.Sau,as vrea sa cred ca m-am aflat la momentul nepotrivit,in locul nepotrivit...desi ea m-a adus acolo...credea ca-mi face un bine.Si mi-a facut.Si ii multumesc pentru tot.:)<br />Ajunsese intr-un post de conducere, era directoare...Alta viata, alta mentalitate...persoana pe care nu mi-am dorit sa o vad scoasa la lumina isi facuse aparitia.Pe zi ce trece o vedeam devenind un om fals, insetat de linguseli, adunandu-si pupincuristi in jur...o parte mai sunt si azi...cred.<br />Ruputra s-a produs intr-un moment in care, soarta s-a hotarat sa ne incerce prietenia...ne-a dat un test..amandoua l-am cazut...cu brio.Au trecut trei ani fara sa mai stim, una de alta. Anul asta,la inceput,in a treia zi dupa sfantul Vasile, grabindu-ma dimineata sa ajung la cineva, m-am intalnit cu ea...de fapt,n-a fost intalnire...ci mai mult o ciocnire..."buna" a fost singurul cuvant rostit...din partea mea,si instinctiv spus.Atat.<br />Uitandu-ma in urma si analizand tot, regret ca nu am spus "imi pare rau" atunci cand am cazut testul...dar, desi regret si acum, sunt prea mandra ca sa ma duc sa spun asta,chiar si acum.Stiu ca si ea e la fel de orgolioasa...insa nu stiu daca, ducandu-ma sa-mi fac mea culpa pentru tot as rezolva ceva.Caci,analizand la rece, fiecare are partea ei de vina...<br />Oricum, azi, mi-am dat seama ca soarta se repeta...cu o alta prietena...Acum,suntem la inceput de drum...sper ca atunci cand destinul ne va da testul sa nu-l mai cad...Chiar nu-mi doresc...Si pentru asta, fac pasii mici, si ochii mari...e prea valoroasa pentru sufletul meu ca sa gresesc si acum.<br />Caci mai rar gasesti un prieten adevarat, care sa te ia de mana si sa-ti atinga sufletul.:):*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SJAJe-gaUnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/o6puN4N6Cb0/s1600-h/ROSES.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SJAJe-gaUnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/o6puN4N6Cb0/s320/ROSES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228689595156812402" border="0" /></a>alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292472015649281591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308613432680118834.post-73081007917423663742008-05-27T10:33:00.000-07:002008-12-10T21:17:02.203-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SDxGWlFiWrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uZxkqfth5Bg/s1600-h/Another_lonely_day_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SDxGWlFiWrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uZxkqfth5Bg/s320/Another_lonely_day_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205112623059851954" border="0" /></a><br />When time is sleeping:)alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292472015649281591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308613432680118834.post-33836475119933821432008-05-15T11:43:00.000-07:002008-12-10T21:17:02.994-08:00Daca EL exista, atunci....unde-i???!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCycfktn4yI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/N5KLK8A8oeQ/s1600-h/LTTLE.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCycfktn4yI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/N5KLK8A8oeQ/s320/LTTLE.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200703735950992162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Plictisita, m-am pus sa colind pe internet, sa citesc blog-urile altora, ca de...e free...e distractie...amuzament...cultura gnerala:).Hoinarind asa, ca naluca, am dat peste blogul lui Iris-Crina...asa o chema...sau asa era username-ul ei...nu mai conteaza.Ceea ce m-a facut sa ma opresc asupra blog-ului ei si sa dau atentie a fost un ingeras...si un status ciudat "</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >ingerasul meu....s-a nascut in cer</span><span style="font-size:130%;">".Curiozitatea si-a facut simtita prezent....si,am inlemnit...Iris este o tanara mama...a carei fetita a murit...la nastere se pare. Si care...a creat acel blog pentru fetita sa...in amintirea ei....O lume a lor....unde cele doua se intalnesc...pentru cateva momente...</span></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCyTdktn4uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IQKPwG2ycsk/s1600-h/hjuy.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCyTdktn4uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IQKPwG2ycsk/s320/hjuy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200693805986603746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Si citind acele randuri izvorate din durerea unui suflet...am incercat sa inteleg lucrarea aceluia caruia noi ii spunem "Dumnezeu".Si nu am reusit...Am simtit insa cum ma cuprinde furia impotriva lui...impotriva indolentei lui...As fi vrut sa cred ca asa e fost sa fie...ca asa a fost scris...dar mi-am amintit ca tot el a scris...Si ar fi putut sterge...in orice moment,in orice clipa ar fi putut curma viitoarea suferinta a fiintei care purtase viata in pantecele ei...si nu numai.Dar am inteles altceva...ca acest El,acest Dumnezeu, sau cum se mai numeste.... e prea egoist...prea gelos pe fericirea propriei creatii...Si atunci....ma intreb...merita sa mai cred in El...in cineva care e gelos pe fericirea mea,a ei, a noastra,a lumii intregi?Pe cineva care sta pasiv la suferinta propriei creatii...a propriului copil...caci fiecare dintre noi suntem "copilul lui"?<br />Lumea moare zilnic...clipa de clipa.Cartastrofele naturale curma tot mai multe vieti...Pentru ce toate astea?El unde este?Cati dintre cei care sunt acum sub daramaturile zidurilor in urma cutrmului din China, nu-i striga numele clipa de clipa...nu spera la un ajutor divin....care culmea!...intarzie...sau nu apre...cati din cei care se roaga zilnic nu spera la ceva...cer ajutor...dar...tacere.Sa nu uitam ca,de multe ori,TACEREA E CEL MAI BUN RASPUNS! SI FACE CAT O MIE DE RASPUNSURI! Si am inteles...Dumnezeul meu sunt EU! Restul e NOROC...</span></span></span></span></span><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCycM0tn4xI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JJyKkl53VMs/s1600-h/angel_animated_.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCycM0tn4xI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JJyKkl53VMs/s320/angel_animated_.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200703413828444946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCydEUtn40I/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJTFrTOqYPQ/s1600-h/loiy.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCydEUtn40I/AAAAAAAAAFg/OJTFrTOqYPQ/s320/loiy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200704367311184706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span font="" style="color: rgb(152, 48, 49);font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;" ><b><b><span style="font-size:130%;"><b> </b></span></b></b></span><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sper sa nu deranjez pe nimeni...sunt doar gandurile mele...opinia mea...Nu vreau sa indemn pe nimeni la nimic.Fiecare cu credinta lui,cu gandurile lui.</span></span></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCycyEtn4zI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d6iVEFpZxKE/s1600-h/butterflyangel9.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCycyEtn4zI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d6iVEFpZxKE/s320/butterflyangel9.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200704053778572082" border="0" /></a>alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292472015649281591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308613432680118834.post-33860541287839999932008-05-13T12:01:00.000-07:002008-12-10T21:17:11.029-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCnyxUtn4hI/AAAAAAAAADI/dbYnHYhVNYU/s1600-h/Copy+of+lll.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCnyxUtn4hI/AAAAAAAAADI/dbYnHYhVNYU/s320/Copy+of+lll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199954173963526674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Lumina raiului</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" > </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" ><br />Spre soare râd!</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > Eu nu-mi am inima în cap,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > nici creieri n-am în inimă. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > Sunt beat de lume şi-s pagân!</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" ><br />Dar oare ar rodi-n ogorul meu</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > atâta râs făr'de căldura raului?</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" ><br />Şi-ar înflori pe buza ta atâta vrajă,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >de n-ai fi frământată, </span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" ><br />Sfânto,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" ><br />de voluptatea-ascunsă a păcatului?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > Ca un eretic stau pe gânduri şi mă-ntreb:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >De unde-şi are raiul -</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" ><br />lumina? - Ştiu: Îl luminează iadul</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >cu flăcările lui!<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Lucian Blaga</span><br /></span></span>alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292472015649281591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308613432680118834.post-14658525137084068672008-05-13T11:48:00.000-07:002008-12-10T21:17:11.540-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCnkB0tn4bI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ow3co3EBg4o/s1600-h/liniste.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCnkB0tn4bI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ow3co3EBg4o/s320/liniste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199937964756951474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img src="http://www.romanianvoice.com/graphics/basic/pix_clear.gif" alt="" height="1" width="10" /><img src="http://www.romanianvoice.com/graphics/basic/pix_clear.gif" alt="" height="1" width="10" /> <a href="http://www.romanianvoice.com/poezii/poeti/blaga.php" class="middletoplink"></a> <hr style="color: rgb(192, 197, 150);font-size:78%;" align="left" width="99%"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;" >Eu nu strivesc corola de minuni a lumii</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" > </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > Eu nu strivesc corola de minuni a lumii</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > şi nu ucid</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > cu mintea tainele, ce le-ntâlnesc</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > în calea mea</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > în flori, în ochi, pe buze ori morminte.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > Lumina altora</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > sugrumă vraja nepătrunsului ascuns</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > în adâncimi de întuneric,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > dar eu,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > eu cu lumina mea sporesc a lumii taină -</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > şi-ntocmai cum cu razele ei albe luna</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > nu micşorează, ci tremurătoare</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > măreşte şi mai tare taina nopţii,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > aşa înbogăţesc şi eu întunecata zare</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > cu largi fiori de sfânt mister</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > şi tot ce-i neînţeles</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > se schimbă-n neînţelesuri şi mai mari</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > sub ochii mei-</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > căci eu iubesc</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > şi flori şi ochi şi buze şi morminte.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > Lucian Blaga</span><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >(1919)</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ></span>alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292472015649281591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308613432680118834.post-39627442178794813952008-05-13T00:34:00.000-07:002008-12-10T21:17:11.784-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SClGTktn4VI/AAAAAAAAABM/v7shkole1Jc/s1600-h/ROZ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SClGTktn4VI/AAAAAAAAABM/v7shkole1Jc/s320/ROZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199764546862440786" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Speranta moare ultima, si noi odata cu ea.</span></span></span></span><br /></div>alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292472015649281591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308613432680118834.post-5276175890354365592008-05-12T10:55:00.000-07:002008-12-10T21:17:12.377-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCiGlktn4RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C9cWCI70xZE/s1600-h/Abstract+Wallpapers+15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCiGlktn4RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C9cWCI70xZE/s320/Abstract+Wallpapers+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199553749867553042" border="0" /></a><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />RUGA<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" > de Corneliu Coposu</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Cerne Doamne linistea uitarii</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Peste nesfarsita suferinta,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Seamana intinderi de credinta</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Si sporeste roua indurarii.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Rasadeste Doamne dragostea si crinul</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >In ogorul napadit de ura</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" > Si asterne peste munti de zgura,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" > Linistea, iertarea si seninul! </span>alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292472015649281591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308613432680118834.post-54704996250463935902008-05-12T08:38:00.000-07:002008-12-10T21:17:12.593-08:00maxime despre LIBERTATE<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCh4Y0tn4QI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dJP5Vii9_x4/s1600-h/moment050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R2SWcn-lco/SCh4Y0tn4QI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dJP5Vii9_x4/s320/moment050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199538137661432066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /><br />O libertate </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" >fara</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > limite </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" >ucide</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > libertatea.</span><br /></span></div><h4 style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="style4"><span style="font-size:130%;">( </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="font-size:130%;">Honore</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> de </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="font-size:130%;">Balzac</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> )</span></h4><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><h4 style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="style4"><br /></h4><br /><br /><h4 style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="style4"><span style="font-size:130%;">Libertate, libertate ! </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="font-size:130%;">Cate</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> crime nu se </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="font-size:130%;">savarsesc</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="font-size:130%;">in</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> numele </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="font-size:130%;">tau</span><span style="font-size:130%;">. ( A </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" style="font-size:130%;">Lamartine</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> )</span></h4><h4 style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="style4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" style="font-size:130%;">Multa</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> libertate duce la </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" style="font-size:130%;">multa</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" style="font-size:130%;">ratacire</span><span style="font-size:130%;">.<br /></span></h4><h4 style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="style4"><span style="font-size:130%;"> ( </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" style="font-size:130%;">Fr</span><span style="font-size:130%;">. </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" style="font-size:130%;">Schiller</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> )</span></h4><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Nu pui temelia <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">libertatii</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">cand</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">impusti</span> pe cei ce <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">gandesc</span> altfel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">decat</span> tine. (A. de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Saint-Exupery</span>)</span><h4 style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="style4"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Libertatea nu este dreptul de a face ceea ce vrem, ci ceea ce se cuvine.( <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Abraham</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Lincoln</span>)</span></h4><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Libertatea <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">inseamna</span> sa fim responsabili pentru noi <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">insine</span>. ( <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Friedrich</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Nietzsche</span> )<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Libertatea este dreptul de a face tot ceea ce legile <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">ingaduiesc</span>. ( C. L. de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Montesquieu</span> )</span></div><h4 style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;" class="style4"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Arta traieste</span> doar prin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">constrangerile</span> pe care <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">si</span> le impune <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">si</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">moare</span> la orice alte <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">constrangeri</span>.<br /></span></h4><h4 face="times new roman" style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="style4"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >( <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Albert</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Camus</span> )</span></h4>alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292472015649281591noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308613432680118834.post-84379922721496556922008-05-12T03:16:00.000-07:002008-05-12T08:54:21.482-07:00Intrebari, justificari...<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Nu pot spune ca m-am gandit mult inainte de a face acst blog. A fost o nebunie de-o clipa careia i-am dat ascultare. Personal, nu m-am crezut niciodata in stare de asa ceva...nu pentru ca nu pot...ci pentru ca nu i-am inteles rostul...nici acum nu-l stiu...si nici nu-l mai caut, caci nu mai are sens.<br /> L-am intrebat pe un bun prieten, care e rostul blog-urilor...si mi-a raspuns siplu :"ete de aia","for fun".Am ramas cateva secunde blocata, caci nu-i sta in fire o astfel de exprimare...dar poate il agasasem cu prostia mea... Recunosc ca ma asteptasem la ceva de genul "pentru ca oamenii sa-si exprime liber parerile, intr-un mod diferit, indivdualizat",sau ceva de genul...Dar...e ok...for fun. Daca azi un blog este echivalentul distractiei, nu stiu ce sa spun, daca am ajuns in stadiul de a ne distra stand la calculator....dar de!...am evoluat.<br />Orcum,nu stiu ce voi scrie aici...poate povesti de adormit copii, intamplari obisnuite sau nu, despre relatiile interumane...cine stie.Romanul s-a nascut scriitor...de! e roman doar.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span>alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292472015649281591noreply@blogger.com0