tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54188236067752178782024-03-05T19:39:32.431+02:00all i need is my worldun blog incepator..pentru toate gindurile mele..emotional rainbowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12667802918797740923noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418823606775217878.post-75152376271122684362012-05-03T00:17:00.002+03:002012-05-03T00:48:44.770+03:00You smiled me like Jesus to a child<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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</span><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Da.Asa e prima data.Apoi totul se pierde…dispare.</span><br />
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Asa cum vantul a rupt mirosul petalelor si caldura pamantului.</span><br />
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Le-a dus,s-au pierdut.</span><br />
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Nici el nu stie unde,nici nu vrea.</span><br />
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Asa tu ti-ai pus masca</span></div>
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.Eu am inchis ochii si mi-ai furat zambetul,</div>
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Farmecul.<br />
Ai dansat cu ele..</div>
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Ehh,ai ochi pentru a inebuni!<br />
Iar buzele pentru a le iubi.<br />
Dar tu nu vrei.<br />
Chiar si leii se iubesc,stii?<br />
De ce nu ai face-o si tu?</div>
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P.S :Mai bine mai tarziu decat niciodata:)A new come back,but...daca stau mult sa ma gandesc ce sa mai scriu nu va fi prea curand "the new come back":))</div>
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<br /></div>emotional rainbowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12667802918797740923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418823606775217878.post-48872425580029095782011-05-10T22:41:00.004+03:002011-05-10T23:10:07.741+03:00Nude...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnv8-Z3TbdGFWpexX0Owebz_sN4JQhgeWSg1M9xI6OkZ-87d2BygUrgtb82DYi-vHQU4LFbF84IQw7Qqle-qF7Vy9mDaUaSIJ769-3mqoTJflK8bLeWNuWcm_FTBkj5oGZN9ycJls_do4/s1600/nude.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnv8-Z3TbdGFWpexX0Owebz_sN4JQhgeWSg1M9xI6OkZ-87d2BygUrgtb82DYi-vHQU4LFbF84IQw7Qqle-qF7Vy9mDaUaSIJ769-3mqoTJflK8bLeWNuWcm_FTBkj5oGZN9ycJls_do4/s320/nude.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnv8-Z3TbdGFWpexX0Owebz_sN4JQhgeWSg1M9xI6OkZ-87d2BygUrgtb82DYi-vHQU4LFbF84IQw7Qqle-qF7Vy9mDaUaSIJ769-3mqoTJflK8bLeWNuWcm_FTBkj5oGZN9ycJls_do4/s320/nude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605178328469634738" border="0" /></a><br />Timp?Pentru ce?Pentru a sapa durerea in intuneric?Pentru a lega ochii si a merge mai departe?Timpul nu inseamna lumina,e doar timp.<br />Ma simt stearsa,am nevoie de ceva nou;o schimbare,un nou anturaj si noi fete.<br />Vreau sa ma pierd in multime,o multime de straini care pur si simplu merg si isi vad de viata lor,care nu intorc capul si nu adulmeca.<br />Chiar nu stiu ce sa spun,sunt prea agitata in interior.Dar cel mai rau e ca nu mai simt acea durere in suflet,nu mai arde ceva acolo in adincuri,ci pur si simplu se stinge incet si raman intacta la ce se petrece in jrul meu.Si asta nu e bine deloc.<br />Ma simt goala si vreau sa pling,dar culmea e ca nu pot-nu vor lacrimile.<br />Nu am pentru cine sau ce,desi as vrea.<br />Naivitatea mi-a murdarit sufletulsi trupul.Dar asta e,trecutul nu-l pot schimba cu nimic,ramane doar sa nu apas pe Repeat.<br />Vreau sa simt inima cum imi bate,ochii cum imi ard si capu cum imi ameteste de prea multa durere si fericire...Vreau sa simt...asta-i tot!<br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JsYW0UIJ_W8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe>emotional rainbowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12667802918797740923noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418823606775217878.post-70588344826233073482011-05-03T00:26:00.005+03:002011-05-03T01:24:27.692+03:00Good Times<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">Rasfoind azi prin ceva filme mai oldies,am dat cu ochii de numele cunoscutului Frank Sinatra:D Actor si cintaret de talie mondiala.nu sunt mare amatoare a acestui gen de filme si muzica,dar abia azi am observat farmecul acelor ani.Fara sa vrei te indragostesti de stilul lor,de vocea lor si pina si de alb-negru ala care are secretul sau;)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Ca sa ma intelegeti mai bine,il las pe Mr.Sinatra sa va explice cum stie el mai bine!!:D</span></span><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rDA33hGFNgQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe><br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PoSbnAFvqfA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>emotional rainbowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12667802918797740923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418823606775217878.post-79136990783685450382010-08-06T02:01:00.002+03:002010-08-06T02:38:48.751+03:00Oldies,but Goodies!<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;">3.Aici am ales sound-track-ul de la un film rus,vechi,dar foarte bun!Melodia e prea tare ca sa nu placa cuiva:D</span>
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<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;">4.Tot din rusi am furat ceva:D Sper sa va placa,pe mine ma linisteste melodia,are ceva aparte.</span>
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<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;">5.Bi-2-Moy rock'n roll?va spune ceva?las la aprceierea d-voastra!</span>
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<br />emotional rainbowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12667802918797740923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418823606775217878.post-45528407838596382402010-06-28T09:29:00.007+03:002010-06-28T22:08:32.091+03:00My immortal dream<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqpSRTUAOdSNdvfC_dfrgqtUobACH7v-1b0Rx17q3ym0PHMfkTdONzwlZ61PyZOPbbUStfsgH0W7XQvBWFVh6QzWmibQEhlhSedB4B3FHpmU8nnhqCgVOdoI27pCKAIzWwDpJdiGzclM/s1600/sadness_by_LeebySynthetique.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqpSRTUAOdSNdvfC_dfrgqtUobACH7v-1b0Rx17q3ym0PHMfkTdONzwlZ61PyZOPbbUStfsgH0W7XQvBWFVh6QzWmibQEhlhSedB4B3FHpmU8nnhqCgVOdoI27pCKAIzWwDpJdiGzclM/s200/sadness_by_LeebySynthetique.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqpSRTUAOdSNdvfC_dfrgqtUobACH7v-1b0Rx17q3ym0PHMfkTdONzwlZ61PyZOPbbUStfsgH0W7XQvBWFVh6QzWmibQEhlhSedB4B3FHpmU8nnhqCgVOdoI27pCKAIzWwDpJdiGzclM/s200/sadness_by_LeebySynthetique.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487903441542521858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">De ce ai ramas acolo chip sters si neinteles?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Tu doar nu ai nevoie de mine,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Tu nu stii sa ma iubesti,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Tu nu vrei sa ma privesti,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Tu nu ma lasi sa te iubesc,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Tu nu vrei sa stii ca ma doare,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Tu nu ai suflet,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Tu nu vrei sa-mi stergi lacrimile,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Tu nu vrei sa stii ce e fericirea,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Tu nu stii ce inseamna sa te doara,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Tu nu stii cum inima imi tresare cind te aude,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Tu nu stii ca am fost toata a ta,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Tu nu stii ca eu pe tine te-am ales,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Tu nu stii ca te-am iubit si in vise,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Tu nu stii ca noptile mele au plins pentru tine,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Tu nu stii ca voi pleca din tine </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">si te voi arunca din mine.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Tu- sa stii ca eu nu vreau sa te mai stiu.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Sa stii ca m-am saturat sa iubesc un strain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Si totusi te iubesc,chiar daca tu nu ma iubesti,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Chiar daca tu nu ma vrei,eu tot te vreau,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Chiar daca nu ma visezi,eu tot sper,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">chiar daca nu te doare,eu nu pot uita,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Chiar daca esti un strain,tot ai intrat in mine.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Daca as putea,te-as scoate din mine,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Te-as face un bulgare de cenusa</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Si te-as arunca in vint,sa te duca in uitare.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Dar nu pot, pentru ca am un bulgare de inima</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Si nu o pot scoate din piept.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">O inima plina de tine.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Trebuie sa iesi din mine!Nu mai e loc pentru mine si cu tine. Simt deja m-ai imbolnavit. De ce mi-ai facut asta? De ce nu imi dai drumul? Vreau sa traiesc libera!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Ramai in lumea ta , eu nu mai am loc in ea,iar noaptea deja imi provoaca rau,nu o mai vreau.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Vreau sa te iubesc in razele soarelui,in bataia vintului. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">te vreau ziua,nu noaptea. Te vreau mereu,nu doar o clipa. Te vreau numai pentru mine,nu doar o parte din tine.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Si daca nu ma poti iubi</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Si daca nu ma vezi ziua</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Si daca nu esti doar al meu,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Ramai acolo unde esti,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Nu te mai vreau la mine.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Mi-ai obosit gindurile si mintea,ramai asa gol-cum iti place tie.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Cu toata desfatarea ta,ramai cu noaptea ta si tot ce e in ea.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Eu deja am inghetat, ma duc acasa. Mi-ai plicitsit iubirea si mi-ai otravit dorinta.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Te vad atit de singur si in intuneric,defapt nici nu te mai pot vedea.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">Cred ca asa e mai bine...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;">P.S:rindurile acestea le-am gasit undeva uitate:D de cind cu vacanta asta m-am apucat de rasfoit toata vechile mele "capodopere":))si am dat peste ea. Din cite imi aduc aminte cineva imi ranise atunci propriul amor:D!off..off..aminitrile astea:))</span>emotional rainbowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12667802918797740923noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418823606775217878.post-20305530160567262982010-06-14T00:45:00.007+03:002010-06-14T14:02:50.289+03:00Istoria unei pritenii(II)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid6paw_NAM1wBQbDk3fYBBMJUbYxNs98CI56lVDMZ2IFs2cFTOlbcH8egfQmJa57kMmRMWLjk9q4l4eQ91gd403M2qHmL79abIXpqgyPYKZpPvHCWeO-fIDrXu0bufBlmzigqvENMFaW4/s1600/nude.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid6paw_NAM1wBQbDk3fYBBMJUbYxNs98CI56lVDMZ2IFs2cFTOlbcH8egfQmJa57kMmRMWLjk9q4l4eQ91gd403M2qHmL79abIXpqgyPYKZpPvHCWeO-fIDrXu0bufBlmzigqvENMFaW4/s200/nude.jpg" style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid6paw_NAM1wBQbDk3fYBBMJUbYxNs98CI56lVDMZ2IFs2cFTOlbcH8egfQmJa57kMmRMWLjk9q4l4eQ91gd403M2qHmL79abIXpqgyPYKZpPvHCWeO-fIDrXu0bufBlmzigqvENMFaW4/s200/nude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482377990683960498" border="0" /></a><br />A doua zi era cu capul in nori si se gindea ca in sfirsit visul ei s-a implinit,el e printul ! Asta e filmul pe care si l-a dorit sa-l traiasca mereu ! Era atit de naiva si ii placea asta. Astepta cu nerabdare sa ii auda iar glasul,sa il vada, sa il stringa in brate si sa ii zica cit e de fericita. Vroia sa ii vada privirea lui ce o admira,sa simta cum nasul lui se joaca prin parul ei si ii zica ca miroase atit de bine toata. Ii era dor de el si i se parea ca nu mai vine momentul sa-l vada.<br />Ii era teama nu cumva sa- l piarda. Daca totul a fost un joc ? Daca el nu o iubeste ?<br />A ramas in ceata cu multe intrebari si cu un telefon care nu mai suna. Simtea ca i se prabuseste toata lumea. Ce s-a intimplat ? Unde a disparut ? De ce nu suna ?<br />Incerca sa ii gaseasca motive ca poate si-a pierdut telefonul sau poate au aparut ceva probleme. Se amagea singura pentru ca nu vroia sa creada altceva. Telefonul nu a mai sunat citeva zile pina in momentul cind a sunat-o si ia zis ca au aparut niste probleme si nu se pot vedea curind.<br />Probleme deci,asta era ! se gindea ce proasta e ca l-a invinuit,iar el saracu are probleme. Se comporta ca un copil si s-a gindit ca nu are de ce sa isi faca griji.<br />Timpul trecea si telefonul iar a uitat sa sune si ea simtea iar ca inebuneste. Zilele i se pareau o vesnicie,se uita la telefon din minuta in minuta ca poate va suna sau nu cumva sa sune si ea sa nu fie pe aproape. Dar el nu suna.<br />Gindurile o inebuneau si i se facea si rau cind isi aducea aminte de vorbele ca o fata si un baiat nu pot fi doar prieteni. Si-a dat seama ca s-a distrus cea mai frumoasa prietenie a ei cu un baiat,prietenul ei perfect. Unde a disparut ? De ce s-au complicat atit de mult lucrurile ? avea nevoie doar de el ca sa ii stearga toate aceste ginduri,dar el nu aparea. Totul era in ceata,nu isi dadea seama ce se intimpla ? Cum a ajuns aici si de ce e singura ? Atitea intreabari si nu gasea nici un raspuns. Simtea ca in jurul ei s-a format un haos ce o inebunea . O durea totul,parca se imbolnavise. Inimia ii batea mereu de parca ardea, capul exploda de ginduri,intrebari,simtea ca nu mai are putere sa faca nimic sau sa mai schimbe vreo ceva. Nimic nu mai avea sens,nu mai avea vise, totul era sters. Asta era lumea ei-plina de durere.<br />S-a hotarit ca trebuia sa-l sune si sa ii zica,avea atitea sa-i zica. Cind vorbea cu el simtea ca ii moare vocea,iar el era atit de calm si sigur pe sine de parca nu intimplat nimic,iar pe ea o omora asta. De ce se comporta asa ? a ramas ca trebuie sa se vada cit mai curind.<br />Ea astepta cu nerbadare sa il vada , sa ii zica totul si sa nu o mai chinuie gindurile atit, vroia ca el sa ii zica totul asa cum este. Era gata de orice,numai sa-i zica,nu vroia sa mai traisca in lumea asta ! era prea trista pentru ea.<br />Si iar l-a asteptat,dar nu a sunat. I-a zis ca are ceva in familie si nu poate veni. Ea a tacut si nu a zis nimic. Nu poate, asta e. Mai asteapta o zi.<br />Si-a dat seama ca nu e normal ce se intimpla.<br />Simtea nevoia sa iasa din casa,poate doar asa va uita de tot. Insa nu a fost asa de simplu pentru ca era goala pe dinauntru. Totul ii aducea aminte de el. Se uita la stele si se simtea vinovata ca cerul o vede singura si nu e si el alaturi sa le numere . Vintul batea in parul ei si ii ducea mirosul departe,insa nu mai era el sa ii zica cit de bine miroase. Cind ii era frig nu avea cine sa o stringa in brate si sa ii sopteasca ceva frumos. Se uita in jur la fetele ce o inconjoara si isi da seama ca e atit de straina acolo, nu era lumea ei pentru ca el nu era acolo. Nu putea zimbi pentru ca nimeni nu o facea sa rida. A simtit cum a invaluit-o singuratatea si asta o durea cel mai mult. Ea avea nevoie de el,dar el nu a simtit. Simtea ca el s-a schimbat si stia ca in seara aceea se va intimpla ceva.<br />Si s-a intimplat,s-a intimplat ceea de ce se teama ea. El a mintit-o . Nu-i venea sa credea,era el si era linga locul lor,acolo unde au vazut luna impreuna,acolo unde a inceput totul. Era el si nu era singur. Pentru un moment a vrut sa se duca la el si sa ii dea o palma si sa ii zica ca il uraste,dar nu a vrut sa para ciudata in fata celeilate pentru ca ea nu avea nici o vina.<br />A mers mai departe,insa privirile i-au ramas in urma. Vroia sa lase totul in urma.<br />Acolo unde a inceput cea mai frumoasa prietenie in care ea credea s-a prabusit lumea ei. Acolo unde s-a inascut increderea ei, el a ucis-o!<br />Nu isi dadea seama ce se intimpla,nu vroia sa traisca acele momente.<br />Tot ce i-a ramas au fost vagile amintiri ce au bintuit-o in intunericul noptii si o inima ranita.<br /><br /><object width="448" height="55"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/creatza2you07/e427566fcc4104.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=343&titluEmbed=Bliss%20-Wish%20you%20were%20here"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/creatza2you07/e427566fcc4104.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=343&titluEmbed=Bliss%20-Wish%20you%20were%20here"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Diverse" title="Diverse">Asculta mai multe audio Diverse</a>emotional rainbowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12667802918797740923noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418823606775217878.post-17709982671190437172010-06-14T00:05:00.002+03:002010-06-14T01:05:56.712+03:00Istoria unei pritenii(I)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix_1awbkI37lZqtSxSDY19qDT6A7Ld7AMoDva1S84dEkpShDRATwEilwKDFWDEv-EZi2Ny_4SDtQEfzFkYPsI4Ddm72Zwy3WrWP3X54rRASOeO3rJ9_N40sMoN7DraI27RmEA8ECdv8jc/s1600/flying-without-wings-take-me-with-you.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix_1awbkI37lZqtSxSDY19qDT6A7Ld7AMoDva1S84dEkpShDRATwEilwKDFWDEv-EZi2Ny_4SDtQEfzFkYPsI4Ddm72Zwy3WrWP3X54rRASOeO3rJ9_N40sMoN7DraI27RmEA8ECdv8jc/s200/flying-without-wings-take-me-with-you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482372991605934018" /></a><br /><br />“Nu iti fa griji,totul e ca inainte”, i-a zis el zimbind si o saruta. Ea a vrut sa il creada,sa inchida ochii si sa steraga totul din mintea ei. Nu vroia sa isi aduca aminte ca stia totul-stia ca in viata lui nu e numai ea.<br />Mereu cind il privea in ochi stia ce vede in ei,a crezut in ei si in el ca doar el ia zis asa.<br />Totul a inceput cu mult timp in urma cind s-au cunoscut la prietenul ei.pe atunci erau doar prieteni sau mai bine zis cunoscuti,insa cu timpul prietenia lor a evoluat,el o suna,palavrageau,ieseau impreuna,el o invata sa conduca,ea ii spunea ce o doare. Parea o prietenie perfecta,iar ea il iubea pentru ca era prietenul ei bun cu care se distra .<br />Insa timpul a schimbat ceva in relatia lor,l-a schimbat pe el,devenise mai insistent. Ea citea pe el ca nu mai e acea prietenie nevinovata,era ceva mai mult si nu vroia sa credea asta .nu vroia sa schimbe nimic.<br />Primul lor sarut a fost ca o joaca,ea se distra atit de bine-credea ca asa trebuia sa fie ! mai ales cind el i-a zis ca luna de pe cer e special pentru ea. Si intr-adevar in acea seara pe cer stralucea o imensa luna,plina de inocenta . Ea pur si simplu era inebunita dup cer,stele si luna,iar el o admira cum le priveste.<br />Se simteau ca rupti de lume,iar ea stia ca el e lumea ei. Doar cu el stia ce e libertate nevinovata .<br />Dupa primul lor sarut a trecut mult timp,ea uitase de el,de luna si tigara pe care iubeau sa o imparta in doi. dar el nu uitase de ea si nici de luna,el incepuse iar sa o caute,o suna si ii zicea ca ii lipsesete.<br />Ea s-a gindit ca poate asta e cea mai frumoasa prietenie a ei cu un baiat care nu a uitat-o,micul ei prieten(asa ii placea sa-l numeasca). Ii placea sa viseze, sa isi faca filmul ei si el sa faca parte din el. Se credea fericita ca il cunoaste si ca e doar prietenul ei(ii placea sa credea asta). Cind cineva ii zicea ca intre o fata si un baiat nu poate fi o simpla prietenie ea sarea ca arsa ca cum asa ca doar ea il are pe el,prietenul perfect,si se mindrea cu el.<br />Timpul trecea si prienetnia lor se schimba,ea nu il mai privea deja doar ca pe un simplu prieten,simtea ca e mai mult.<br />Prietenii le spuneau «sot si sotie « si lui ii placea atit de mult asta.Ii spunea mereu ei ca e timpul sa faca si o nunta. Se distrau de minune in mica lor « familie«.<br />El se uita la ea si o admira,ea vedea asta. Apoi ea il admira pe el,dar el nu vedea. Simteau amindoi ca ceva s-a schimbat,dar niciunul nu recunostea asta. Taceau.<br />Cind a auzit ca el mai are pe altcineva in viata lui nu a vrut sa credea,il cunostea prea bine isi zicea. Si chiar daca ea avea pe cineva nu vroia ca sa il stie pe el cu altcineva. Nu credea ce ii spuneau altii,ea il credea doar pe el ca el e prietenul ei. Nu stia de ce ,dar a inceput sa se gindeasca mai mult la el,se gindea daca oare nu cumva o fi adevarat ce zic altii ?<br />Se hotari sa vorbeasca cu el, sa accepte sa faca « nunta« si sa nu il mai lase pentru altele, acum stia ce vroia- il vroia doar pentru ea si nu doar ca prieten.<br />Si ea stia ca el o dorea doar pentru el,se gindea ca va fi usor si va fi frumos, ca in filmul ei !<br />L-a sunat si ia zi ca trebuia sa se vada,iar el a ascultat si a facut intocmai cum a spus ea,ca de obicei. Cind l-a vazut ardea de nerabdare sa ii zica totul, sa il intrebe daca e adevarat ce zic altii. Defapt e vroia sa auda un singur raspuns si nimic mai mult. El i s-a destainuit si i-a zis iar ca o vrea si are nevoie numai de ea si altceva nimic. Asta a fost raspunsul de care a avut nevoie si si-a dat seama cit tine la el si cit inseaman el pentru ea ! Avea atita incredere il el si nu-i venea sa creada ca s-a indoit de el pentru o clipa.<br />Pe cer nu mai era luna mare,in schimb erau mii si mii de stele. Era o seara perfecta si ei au hotarit ca trebuie sa fie seara lor.Ea sa fie doar a lui si el doar pentru ea .Doar cerul si miile de stele vedeau cit sunt de perfecti impreuna si cit o iubea el.<br />Ea era fericita ca il are doar pentru ea,vroia ca noaptea sa dureze mereu, nu vroai sa il lase sa plece.<br />Ea s-a gindit ca el e ceea ce a avut nevoie mereu si cum de nu si-a dat seama de la inceput.<br />S-a invata sa aiba incredere si asta datorita lui si se gindea ca asta e cel mai fericit lucru pe care il poate trai !<br />Vroia sa spuna la toata lumea la cit de fericita e, sa stie si altii ce are ea si sa se mindreasca ca nu oricine are asa noroc.<br /><br /><object width="448" height="55"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/seth666/5fa91ef4d8fab4.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=224&titluEmbed=DJ%20Project%20-%20zile%20si%20nopti"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/seth666/5fa91ef4d8fab4.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=224&titluEmbed=DJ%20Project%20-%20zile%20si%20nopti"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica</a>emotional rainbowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12667802918797740923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418823606775217878.post-49001445696802440302010-06-03T19:10:00.007+03:002010-06-04T12:32:08.121+03:00Hachiko:A Dog Story<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCdZoukcRvvM3J5z7juKCg7g7-bLF7H99KospLtcH-TyDry55DuTVGrfwhS8RcaeyP1ovfLGRwne7ZicUb81lht520d8U6emt-8cK6pXIwkckAmm83brHkbb5cjmEFqSByAiVvp_luJU/s1600/Cover.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCdZoukcRvvM3J5z7juKCg7g7-bLF7H99KospLtcH-TyDry55DuTVGrfwhS8RcaeyP1ovfLGRwne7ZicUb81lht520d8U6emt-8cK6pXIwkckAmm83brHkbb5cjmEFqSByAiVvp_luJU/s320/Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478581067726822450" border="0" /></a><a href="http://http//www.cinemagia.ro/filme/hachiko-a-dogs-story-hachi-44561/"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></a>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAdmin%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:2.0cm 42.5pt 2.0cm 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Обычная таблица"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Numai bun de plins,asta e tot ce pot sa spun! Sincer demult nu am mai plins asa la un film,chiar duceam dorul la ceva asa impresionant !<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Very sad,but true !<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Un film ca asta il bate de 100 de ori mai bine pe « Aavatar«, «Twilight » sau mai stiu eu ce parodii. Pacat ca oamenii azi nu mai stiu sa aprecieze un film bun. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR"> Avem multe de invata de aici,uneori ciinii stiu sa iubeasca mai mult decit <span style=""> </span>un om ! ce suflet poate avea micul animalut si cita iubire si speranta incape in el !<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Defapt cind m-am asezat la film chiar mi-am pus in gind sa nu pling,dar la asa film poti sa ai si o inima de piatra ca oricum ti se rupe sufletul sa vezi o asa istorie ! Am plins juma de ora int-una,deja imi era ciuda pe mine ca l-am privit si nu ma pot opri din plins.<o:p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" lang="FR">Recomand tuturor sa priveasca acest film ! </span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Prea bun pentru a-l trece cu vederea</span>!</span></span></p><object height="360" width="580"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FaS37E3gKOU&hl=ru_RU&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FaS37E3gKOU&hl=ru_RU&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="360" width="580"></embed></object><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p>emotional rainbowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12667802918797740923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418823606775217878.post-19296181482782768882010-05-29T00:30:00.003+03:002010-05-29T00:39:32.463+03:00andain beautiful things<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HfH9i-C9ico&hl=ru_RU&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HfH9i-C9ico&hl=ru_RU&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" linkindex="33" id="Andain lyrics" class="style20" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/andain-lyrics.html">Andain</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> - Beautiful Things</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><center style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"><span class="txt_1" style="font-size:100%;"><div class="KonaBody"><div id="div_customCSS"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Got up early, found something's missing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">my only name.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">No one else sees but I got stuck,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">and soon forever came.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Stopped pushing on for just a second,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">then nothing's changed.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Who am I this time, where's my name</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">I guess it crept away.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">No one's calling for me at the door.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">And unpredictable won't bother anymore.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">And silently gets harder to ignore.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Just let it go, what now can never be.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">I forgot that I might see,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">So many beautful things.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">I forgot that I might need,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">to find out what life could bring.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">God won't waste this simplicity on possibility.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Get me up, wake me up, dreams are filling</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">this trace of blame.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Frozen still I thought I could stop,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">now who's gonna wait.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">No one's calling for me at the door.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">and unpredictable won't bother anymore.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">and silently gets harder to ignore.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">what's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">just let it go, what now can never be.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">so many beautiful things...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">so many beautiful things...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Now what do I do</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">can I change my mind</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">did I think things through</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">It was once my life</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">it was my life at one time</span></div></div></span></center> <br /></div>emotional rainbowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12667802918797740923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418823606775217878.post-83268920195656088432010-05-28T01:21:00.007+03:002010-05-28T02:10:25.592+03:00I forgot that I might see, So many beautiful things...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLwDP4KGygnHE9PFaIwFC1AOA5CQkYGjdBWUUgoxt7dPumzDUvPZS7D3iTB_JK8US-UN8hOa-GuGb0oba5tiVwzx0-XLtZyDIzzGf0rBcWSzgTjUt752A0YAQ6KuiuBarIznqnc6ECTTw/s1600/rain1920_1080.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLwDP4KGygnHE9PFaIwFC1AOA5CQkYGjdBWUUgoxt7dPumzDUvPZS7D3iTB_JK8US-UN8hOa-GuGb0oba5tiVwzx0-XLtZyDIzzGf0rBcWSzgTjUt752A0YAQ6KuiuBarIznqnc6ECTTw/s320/rain1920_1080.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLwDP4KGygnHE9PFaIwFC1AOA5CQkYGjdBWUUgoxt7dPumzDUvPZS7D3iTB_JK8US-UN8hOa-GuGb0oba5tiVwzx0-XLtZyDIzzGf0rBcWSzgTjUt752A0YAQ6KuiuBarIznqnc6ECTTw/s320/rain1920_1080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476079268489294914" border="0" /></a><br />Ploaia cred ca e unul din cele mai triste si placute momente.<br />Nu stiu de ce,dar cind spun cuvintul ploaie ma gindesc automat la singuratate,la liniste.Ploaia e ca un fel de calmant,mai ales mirosul ei-atit de curat si patrunzator,te face sa te simti diferit si mai copil.<br />De mica mi-a placut sa stau in ploaie si sa admir miile de stropi ce cadeau din cer si parca nu se mai terminau.<br />De ce m-am hotarit sa scriu despre ploaie?Pai azi spre exemplu era o inbauseala doboritoare si spre seara au inceput sa isi faca apariti primii nori de ploaie!Ce fericire ma palise!:Ddar nu a fost sa fie si m-am dezamagit foarte mult!chiar imi era dor de miros si umezeala ploii.<br />Cind spun cuvintul ploaie ma gindesc automat si la plaoia infernala a Paulei Seling:DDoar ca deja nu mai e martie,dar e mai si e mult mai frumoasa plaoia!<br />So,let'it rain!<br />P.S:uitasem,mai e o melodie atit de ploioasa:d si trista!asa cum e si ploaia<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y4_h_Ckr0Lw&hl=ru_RU&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y4_h_Ckr0Lw&hl=ru_RU&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pa1b71kj90w&hl=ru_RU&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pa1b71kj90w&hl=ru_RU&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>emotional rainbowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12667802918797740923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418823606775217878.post-21701323400240468742010-05-02T15:25:00.007+03:002010-05-02T19:55:20.932+03:00Just a good song <meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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<br />emotional rainbowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12667802918797740923noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418823606775217878.post-54098527842355041082010-04-30T00:59:00.002+03:002010-05-02T20:15:49.982+03:00wellcome in to my world<meta><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAdmin%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:2.0cm 42.5pt 2.0cm 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Обычная таблица"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Un blog</span>. Aceasta a fost tema pe acasa la info.Nimic mai simplu mi-am zis cu 1 saptamina in urma si am si conceput blogul meu .Dar ma trezesc pe la miez de noapte ca nu stiu cu ce sa il incep.Prima postare-despre ce sa scriu ?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Am rasfoit toata saptamina pe bloguri renumite,pe google,am cautat pe unde m-a dus pe mina capul si tot in pana de idei.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Si acum iata-ma dupa 12 <span style=""> </span>noaptea ca i-am dat o bucatica mica de suflet la bloguletzul meu !:D<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Din start nu as putea spune ce si cind voi scrie,dar stiu ca mereu mi-am dorit un blog dar mi-a fost teama sa fac acest pas cind ma gindeam ca trebuie sa ma tin numai de el si sa fiu mereu cu muza in actiune.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Tot ce mai pot spune e ca ii urez ‘’Bun venit !’’ primei mele postari si sper sa iasa ceva bun din asta !<o:p></o:p></span></p> emotional rainbowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12667802918797740923noreply@blogger.com2