tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73434673676770683592023-11-15T23:59:39.012-08:00Oricine...oriunde...oricand!Sunt doar un copil ratacitor prin lume...un cineva...undeva...candva sau poate un nimeni...nicaieri...niciodata.
Dar totusi stiu ca exist sunt un om din pacate...cu un vis.
Un copil prostut pierdut in dorinte.
Un copil special dar totusi identic cu ceilalti.
Un copil cu visul de a schimba lume de a face din acest loc unul mai bun.
Insa un copil prea mic pentru o lume atat de rea.
Poate in alta lume... in alta viata.Un copil idiothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764873429614466212noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343467367677068359.post-52439611069992941192010-11-11T06:36:00.000-08:002010-11-11T06:51:46.218-08:00Psihic instabil<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAKv5gpEuHOSgJnRGEW6KOYQ0fLLZWSNKOjn5TtLOteMvyCmDBn2sMZ5-mR6WH3v2mSCxox1GN19w2Q3AtzTOX5_YghqXIqQ4Ntf6LUKWtuH10FmDFVSmHG_l92KhMhMviqpoEsCvo-qc/s1600/exploding+head.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAKv5gpEuHOSgJnRGEW6KOYQ0fLLZWSNKOjn5TtLOteMvyCmDBn2sMZ5-mR6WH3v2mSCxox1GN19w2Q3AtzTOX5_YghqXIqQ4Ntf6LUKWtuH10FmDFVSmHG_l92KhMhMviqpoEsCvo-qc/s400/exploding+head.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538304592255242882" /></a><br /><p><br /></p><p>Da aveam si eu un blog...asa ca din cand in cand mai trec si pe aici...cam rar...darr...</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Am avut o saptamna oribila si inca continua,probleme peste probleme... simt ca nu ma mai intelg cu nimeni....ca nu ma intelege nimeni...ma lovesc de atatea si atatea...carora simt ca nu mai pot sa le fac fata...pur si simplu m-au traumatizat psihic...</p><p>PS:Trebuia sa ma descarc....</p><p>(Gata cu vaicareala)</p>Un copil idiothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764873429614466212noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343467367677068359.post-44883194917586232982010-07-22T14:26:00.000-07:002010-07-23T00:01:50.520-07:00Franturi de cuvinte...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIAS2i_1zzJM1JNN2gSWFGKE1ZR6MhiYZpvVv_MeaSyDWorQZsQAzUScHC8GnTvSTiTcRAqWLTnrAljunfEXfghde7c3sixg8_ifuvLRIqgPi3GbbE_YlFC1uobf_Wu543-Flsx5q-5E0/s1600/7451271429361__words-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIAS2i_1zzJM1JNN2gSWFGKE1ZR6MhiYZpvVv_MeaSyDWorQZsQAzUScHC8GnTvSTiTcRAqWLTnrAljunfEXfghde7c3sixg8_ifuvLRIqgPi3GbbE_YlFC1uobf_Wu543-Flsx5q-5E0/s400/7451271429361__words-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496848214716908354" border="0" /></a><strong>...Un ami fidèle est difficile à trouver; souvenir de l'homme et garder à l'esprit ...</strong>22.06.2010 09:42<br /><strong>oate visez prea mult... Poate iubesc prea mult... Dar pana la urma ce e viata!?! Un vis continuu , un cosmar, Din care nu ne putem trezi!..</strong>24.04.2009 23:46<br /><strong><br /></strong><strong>In tine sunt florile si lumina focului,</strong>12.02.2009 11:39<br /><strong><br /></strong><strong>Făptură urgisită, din Iad la Dumnezeu ...</strong>03.01.2009 02:37<br /><br /><strong>Se zice ca timpul trece.Timpul nu trece niciodata NOI trecem prin timp...</strong>16.11.2008 02:30<br /><br /><strong>Aud vibrand vocea ta in toate zgomotele lumii...</strong>29.10.2008 08:39<br /><br /><strong>Este mai bine sa dai gres incercand ceva decat sa excelezi in a nu face nimic;un diamant stirb este mai valoros decat o caramida perfecta.</strong>03.10.2008 07:13<br /><br /><strong>"Limitele lumii tale sunt limitele cuvintelor pe care le foloseşti" </strong>23.07.2008 02:46<br /><br />(Autori necunoscuti)<br /><br />Doar simple...frumoase...cuvinte...insa pt mine au un simbol!Un copil idiothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764873429614466212noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343467367677068359.post-83582765913353416312010-07-22T13:18:00.000-07:002010-07-22T14:07:54.445-07:00Obositaaa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4GAPQACc3dc4PDbx36nai1Pb-lu20O-avvrVfNpP52uBbxSdRAD0Zpk-4hdpBnmKBX2JMYnVxrmuahikyGXHVG6zK3Jmu1HUyO5uSZ66rtSz6lRRUqlGc9nWX-thW7hiOpgnXeN6nXg/s1600/sadness.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4GAPQACc3dc4PDbx36nai1Pb-lu20O-avvrVfNpP52uBbxSdRAD0Zpk-4hdpBnmKBX2JMYnVxrmuahikyGXHVG6zK3Jmu1HUyO5uSZ66rtSz6lRRUqlGc9nWX-thW7hiOpgnXeN6nXg/s400/sadness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496840301881654146" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ultima luna m-a rapus,parca intreaga mea suflare spalata in sentimente murdare se zbate in nedumerire!<br /><br />O relatie de 2 ani si aproape doua luni si... iata-ma acum pierduta si nedumerita!<br />Doi ani superbi cu momente extraordinare.. dar... grei si cu destule dezamagiri si momente grele!<br />Si acum,dupa atatea,am cedat...imi pare rau de el...tocmai se schimba...in bine!Dar ce sa faci...nu-ti poti programa sentimentele!Asa ca... acum... in sine-le meu se da o lupta crancena intre dragostea si nevoia de aceasta persoana si... toate dezamagirile,neincrederea,suferintele ce au explodata o data cu revenirea mea in Romania...<br /><br />Totul se invarte in capul meu...bune si rele...manifestandu-se in :dubla personalitate:...(nu ar fi ceva nou...pt ca sunt o"ciudata"...dar este prea...vizibil)<br />Nu stiu ce sa fac...cum sa actionez....<br />Dar stiu ca am nevoie de timp...mult timp...pentru a-mi face ordine in ganduri si in...suflet!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ps:am o obsesie cu punctele...asa ma exprim eu...pt mine spun ceea ce eu nu pot exprima in cuvinte!Un copil idiothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764873429614466212noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343467367677068359.post-43301686663181132412010-07-18T02:57:00.000-07:002010-07-18T03:20:41.569-07:00Splendoarea lumiiMi-am amintit ca am si eu un blog...<br /><br />Calator prin lume am surprins frumusetea lumii in cateva imagini:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxJoBf8qkA9RRo0fYtqSfMlzuiXyqDjid-xnm8ez8PtL6IEOoLOhBUj21gwMu5ZvweEDi4HgmZDYSQTT4IWC0X8rNBPUM-8X9XMF8mswRngyz5WhsbTSoY3bj1ltVsvG4zP5rFMekC4c/s1600/100_2373.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh51oT0OVGiKkMDbJbH5Yptvz6cGdwF_kKCT8TilOuVPioVjIWfmst2r_-2ouZLP_fokys5TV5JaJFRoP5UszeVdn_lJJI5BBTHby-eV5Up8qPUPRxmVdgZaXwGMe7xlvUPoL0UreqQiNA/s200/Inima_Rosie_Poze_240x320_Telefoane_Mobile.gif" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Fiecare om iubeste intr-un anumit fel si are nevoie sa fie iubit intr-un anumit fel...pot sa te iubeasca oricat de multi oameni si nu e de ajuns...dar e suficient sa te iubeasca doar unul singur exact asa cum simti tu ca ai nevoie...</span></em><br /><br />Munceste ca si cum nu ai avea nevoie de bani.<br />Iubeste ca si cand nimeni nu te-a facut sa suferi.<br />Danseaza ca si cand nimeni nu te vede.<br />Canta de parca nu te-ar auzi nimeni.<br />Traieste ca si cand ar fi ultima zi pe pamant.<br />Cand iti vine sa plangi, adu-ti aminte de clipele in care zambeai, cand simti ca viata nu are nici un rost gandeste-te la cei ce mai au doar o zi de trait, cand simti ca vrei sa mori gandeste-te ca altii ar da orice sa traiasca....iubeste-ti viata si mai ales prietenii...E cel mai de pret lucru.<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">In viata risipim ani, iar la moarte cersim clipe</span><br /></span></em></strong><br />*Nici un om nu este numit om mare daca si-a pierdut sufletul de copil!<br /><br />*O iubire care nu risca nimic, nu valoreaza nimic. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJyCJU-K99Sz2NSumyViD6AXwIkXVJ5JI0ES7nfmX8Pm0KNVEjlbFnxfmNhx1JUxeAyb2Z2ugwBQckbWN0XiiB6xjE3lGb76_20B-lKQ_tN2aUFJknV07bVjWldQpCV0DA4hRPnZ8h6n4/s1600-h/DeathAngel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365399107226412578" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJyCJU-K99Sz2NSumyViD6AXwIkXVJ5JI0ES7nfmX8Pm0KNVEjlbFnxfmNhx1JUxeAyb2Z2ugwBQckbWN0XiiB6xjE3lGb76_20B-lKQ_tN2aUFJknV07bVjWldQpCV0DA4hRPnZ8h6n4/s200/DeathAngel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />*Nu te agita atat.lucrurile cele mai frumoase se intampla cand te astepti mai putin<br /><br />*Lacrima este distilarea sufletului. Este cea mai profunda emotie a inimii umane exprimata in solutie chimica. Este un extract concentrat, este produsul final al caderilor si al suferintelor. Lacrimile adevarate nu sunt un camuflaj, ci sunt tabloul sufletului desenat pe panza emotiilor. Ele sunt portretul celor mai adanci aspiratii umane<br /><br />*In umblarea ta prin aceasta lume vei influenta direct sau indirect vietile a cel putin 10000 de oameni.Intrebarea pe care ar trebui sa ti-o pui e: "cum ii voi influenta?"*Mintea nu-i un vas care sa fie umplut, ci un foc kre trebuie intretinut.<br /><br />*Nimeni nu ne poate face sa ne simtim inferiori fara permisunea noastra. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWuTB2INn5QZes7a2b7UP33_p_LFYLjZYkhCq8tbBwASW-mtYoJABqYCL6e3wyPbl99Ls-i6ogEc2bv9o1mALCPPlATt8b5YZUnGJ-ZJ3QMfPMO9CaHVWTLU8BU7a3JEdDEvyrYM7GoIk/s1600-h/Poze_de_Telefon_Imagini_Animate.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365399371644881298" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWuTB2INn5QZes7a2b7UP33_p_LFYLjZYkhCq8tbBwASW-mtYoJABqYCL6e3wyPbl99Ls-i6ogEc2bv9o1mALCPPlATt8b5YZUnGJ-ZJ3QMfPMO9CaHVWTLU8BU7a3JEdDEvyrYM7GoIk/s200/Poze_de_Telefon_Imagini_Animate.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br />*Se spune k e nevoie de un singur minut pt a remarca o pers deosebita, o ora pt a o pretui, o zi pt a o indragi si a o iubi, dar iti trebuie o viata pt a o uita.<br /><br />*Este mai bine sa dai gres incercand ceva decat sa excelezi in a nu face nimic;un diamant stirb este mai valoros decat o caramida perfecta.<br /><br />*Ai grija de gandurile tale pentru ca se vor transforma in vorbe.Ai grija de vorbele tale pentru ca se vor transforma in fapte.Ai grija de faptele tale pentru ca se vor transforma in obiceiuriAi grija de obiceiurile tale pentru ca vor fi caracterul tau...Ai grija de caracterul tau pentru ca el va influenta destinul tau...viata ta.<br /><br />*Este de o mie de ori mai bine sa fii optimist si sa te inseli, decit sa fii pesimist si sa ai dreptate.<br /><br />*Toata lumea se plinge ca nu are memorie, dar nimeni nu se vaita ca nu are logica.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjip8eynRCS21OGlwan1RmMgffND4hvntWBMTX4qeFSBE7PFxp5ozTH5t-Cgaqj5Z-6g3m13rWu42ZUzZOaIjgqIDJFHFMKbuhJ91iwbBvnsZTZsAL-6Gj6a_RhT4Om0j9IBv9sBoF0cqo/s1600-h/poze_iubire_pierduta-300x199.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365399591613972178" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; height: 133px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjip8eynRCS21OGlwan1RmMgffND4hvntWBMTX4qeFSBE7PFxp5ozTH5t-Cgaqj5Z-6g3m13rWu42ZUzZOaIjgqIDJFHFMKbuhJ91iwbBvnsZTZsAL-6Gj6a_RhT4Om0j9IBv9sBoF0cqo/s200/poze_iubire_pierduta-300x199.jpg" border="0" /></a>*Povara acestei lumi este prea grea pentru ca vreun om sa o poata purta, iar suferinta Universului prea cruda pentru o singura inima...<br /><br />*Lanturile scalviei leaga doar mainile: mintea este cea care elibereaza omul.<br /><br />*Daca crezi ca educatie e scumpa asteapta sa vezi cat te va costa ignoranta ta<br /><br />*Se zice ca timpul trece.Timpul nu trece niciodata Noi trecem prin timp<br /><br />*Sunt succese care te injosesc si infrangeri care te inalta.<br /><br />*Am vazut si-mi dau seama ca oamenii pot fi minunati si fericiti fara sa piarda capacitatea de a trai pe pamint. Nu vreau si nu pot sa cred ca raul este o stare normala a oamenilor, si totusi ei toti isi bat joc de aceasta credinta a mea.<br /><br />*Vulturilor li se intampla sa zboare mai jos decat gainile, dar gainile nu se vor ridica niciodata pana la nori. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcBf4utBP1Ojcj1OaZLFtzld5wSaLJO-DUFj1RuqCBm8Tqj3kJuJU0ed1NTqK1uXUTX7uTAOjvfPk6XOpuuUuSaWmY2xRrCAGW1TacVvXSXR1WSIR-1K_XI7v_VYMUil-FGYmvAArrBtk/s1600-h/0508_trist_cathalin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365399810947440114" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 136px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcBf4utBP1Ojcj1OaZLFtzld5wSaLJO-DUFj1RuqCBm8Tqj3kJuJU0ed1NTqK1uXUTX7uTAOjvfPk6XOpuuUuSaWmY2xRrCAGW1TacVvXSXR1WSIR-1K_XI7v_VYMUil-FGYmvAArrBtk/s200/0508_trist_cathalin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />*Nu exista multe lucruri atat de frumoase ca recunoasterea faptului ca esti obiectul iubirii cuiva,pt ca daca nu esti pe deplin convins ca poti fi iubit,atunci poate fi ca o onoare,pe care o primesti fara a sti exact ce ai facut ca sa o meriti<br /><br />*Trebuie sa stim exact cand se incheie o etapa din viata noastra .daca te incapatanezi sa ramai mai mult decat e necesar,pierzi bucuria de a trai si sensul vietii.<br /><br /><br />(Autori necunoscuti)<br /></div></div></div>Un copil idiothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764873429614466212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343467367677068359.post-5328285451432453592009-08-02T08:01:00.000-07:002009-08-02T08:11:07.392-07:00Mesaj din trecut pentru viitor!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitw-gradhyaHZkKVo5tKZTzUp-R_tLXAmZfEnmHDrXfIzids6T2uyMeSe0FcG15eK8LRmVkA6tsudpCRzI3wJkeBfcNzWDzgsqs0vAAW5gijktu9K02S3KrmMZwl9PDvnXBGab9dDUqnI/s1600-h/3d_16.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365382736280940050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitw-gradhyaHZkKVo5tKZTzUp-R_tLXAmZfEnmHDrXfIzids6T2uyMeSe0FcG15eK8LRmVkA6tsudpCRzI3wJkeBfcNzWDzgsqs0vAAW5gijktu9K02S3KrmMZwl9PDvnXBGab9dDUqnI/s200/3d_16.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">William Shakespeare sonetul LXVI</span></em></strong><br /><div><br /><div>Sunt prea scarbit si-n tihna voi sa mor</div><br /><div>Decat sa-l vad slavit pe ticalos.</div><br /><div>Iar pe sarman de rasul tuturor,</div><br /><div>Sa-l vad tagaduit, pe credincios,</div><br /><div>Pe vrednicul de cinste, umilit,</div><br /><div>Pe cel far-de prihana pedepsit,</div><br /><div>Si pe viteaz rapus de-o secatura</div><br /><div>Si artele cu lacatul la gura.</div><br /><div>Sa vad prostia doctor la destepti,</div><br /><div>Si strambul dand porunca la cei drepti<br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">J. Racine</span></em></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Greselile marunte vestesc pacatul mare:cine-a gresit o data oricand va fi in staresa savarseasca fapta cea mai de neiertat.Sant felurimi de trepte, si-n cinste, si-n pacat;nicicand in lumea-aceasta o inima curatan-a coborat in fundul mocirlei, dintr-o data.N-ajunge-o zi sa faca din omul virtuos,un ucigas nemernic cu gand incestuos.<br /><br />Să fii ce eşti,</div><br /><div>Cu fruntea sus să vezi</div><br /><div>Doar ce-i frumos şi bun!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij8oS6f7FgdVF19MaG-BH3e4aduFFPfW3yOLdBN6KdJF_9Bd0fSabbs5wnKgtqFeuXHRtxtRi_ZkTkfIwRq5nc_DFbNtPdDlkPybyGFRKvkU4uVsZgMYq3EbgTivyp31MA1CvQ-b5yvjY/s1600-h/2538317950_4015277fa0_b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365383756363151154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij8oS6f7FgdVF19MaG-BH3e4aduFFPfW3yOLdBN6KdJF_9Bd0fSabbs5wnKgtqFeuXHRtxtRi_ZkTkfIwRq5nc_DFbNtPdDlkPybyGFRKvkU4uVsZgMYq3EbgTivyp31MA1CvQ-b5yvjY/s200/2538317950_4015277fa0_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Să fii din piatră, din granit,</div><br /><div>Când cei din jur te-or fi jignit!</div><br /><div>Nu-ţi pese de ţăruşul lor!</div><br /><div>Ei sunt moşnegi,</div><br /><div>Tu fii voinic!</div><br /><div>Să fii în suflet un erou!</div><br /><div>Să ştii să dai, dar să şi iei la rândul tău!<br />"Sa-ncepem maine....zice unul.</div><br /><div>Iar maine tot asa va spune.</div><br /><div>Si ce inseamna azi?</div><br /><div>Inseamna o noua zi care apune!</div><br /><div>Mereu veni-va un nou maine,se va topi mereu in ieri,si anii nu-ti vor mai intoarce pierdute-le intarzieri.</div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">A.FL.PERSIUS</span></em></strong><br /><br />"Traieste ! Dincolo de tine nu mai exista alta viata!Adu-ti aminte, om al lumii, ca esti tu insuti pieritor,ca fiecare ceas al vietii, econtenit e trecator,chiarclipa-n care-mi spui cuvantul, abia a fost si nu mai este;iar tu candva vei fi cenusa, un nume-al marilor poveste ! " </div><br /><div> </div></div></div>Un copil idiothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764873429614466212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343467367677068359.post-15082171237994028712009-08-01T11:20:00.000-07:002009-08-01T12:10:27.061-07:00O dorinta...O carte!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh3WpHQ5T74pF1kzi3wWcGSxvJm00dTBI7VCkj8FsqQtPvVEA60IpK1tEzqcC9Vs5KGUk15DUAGwJiK5ZwyxrDcL0DHgKClUhCZuAVBXWi-Ato8YJKZpAYUELCaTxSGyn_POLPTcefc6Y/s1600-h/img_02.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365073793534254850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh3WpHQ5T74pF1kzi3wWcGSxvJm00dTBI7VCkj8FsqQtPvVEA60IpK1tEzqcC9Vs5KGUk15DUAGwJiK5ZwyxrDcL0DHgKClUhCZuAVBXWi-Ato8YJKZpAYUELCaTxSGyn_POLPTcefc6Y/s200/img_02.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>Dupa ce am scapat cu greu de obsesia asta...ma tot gandesc la o <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZKj5Ce_XbhebpHogfnXet7QZeFew7BoY2n0RWDDw2KUePiV4TyOlcTOLavCYNTAPcAk0CILL4aWEO-4rKjsu_jyaXoQMclKxFwOO1DoP2tEsAgO4-VXnNUXUTijF1f-6iSDX3Yw6gyg/s1600-h/img_02.gif"></a>carte,cartea pe care vreau s-o scriu.Cateodata cred ca este o prostie adica astazi pe cine ar interesa o poveste creata de o "adolescenta prostuta" .Dar... totusi imi place sa scriu si mi-ar place sa fac ceva din subiectul aceleia care se vrea sa fie o carte.</div><br /><div>Imaginatia este punctul meu forte si multi oameni imi spun ca am un dar si trebuie sa ma <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2KHSX_tiOU_sh0GN4C8CPYiX4OdRwlqpa4WFneXHDbQkLCU6m9LHSy1Jpbrleg7FrDLGJNtARn4Vo7e4-49OB2I_giP0ek_h_powbzwUvfoWaPAS1Tvt4ETrct3vGrBCM2WrYiPiL6SY/s1600-h/28_photo1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365073982752728002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2KHSX_tiOU_sh0GN4C8CPYiX4OdRwlqpa4WFneXHDbQkLCU6m9LHSy1Jpbrleg7FrDLGJNtARn4Vo7e4-49OB2I_giP0ek_h_powbzwUvfoWaPAS1Tvt4ETrct3vGrBCM2WrYiPiL6SY/s200/28_photo1.jpg" border="0" /></a>folosesc de el dar alti imi spun ca o adolescenta prostuta nu are nicio relevanta!</div><br /><div>Si iata-ma iarasi penduland intre a scrie si a nu scrie.</div><div></div><div>In premiera va dezvalui subiectul cartii:"prietenia" un subiect care merita toata atentia consider eu.Poate ca am fost atrasa de acest subiect deoarece eu nu am avut niciodata parte de o prietenie adevarata,numai prieteni falsi.Constient sau inconstient nevoia mea de un prieten a creat inceputul cartii.Pot sa spun ca...in momentul in care scriu ma simt implinita,ma identific cu personajul...defapt personajul sunt chiar eu intr-o lume,intr-o poveste pe care as vrea s-o traiesc,ador sa scriu deoarece uit de toate problemele si am impresia ca eu insami imi pot scrie destinul.</div><br /><div>Sunt fascinata de magie,paranormal si nu am ezitat sa intoduc aceste elemente in "cartea mea" cum ati vazut am o obsesie pt asta, stiu ca este puierila dar eu nu pot scapa de ea.</div><br /><div>Imaginatia este o virtude pe care daca stii s-o folosesti poti creea orice.Insa sunt constienta ca tinerii din ziua de azi sunt in pericol de a pierde aceasta virtute.</div><br /><div>Cred ca ar fi bine daca mi-as scrie cartea chiar daca ea va fi numai pentru mine.Rezultatele unei scrieri despre cea mai arzatoare dorinta pot fi unele uimitoare insa experienta trairii unei vietii chiar numai intr-o carte unde iti poti scrie destinul sunt extraordinare.</div></div>Un copil idiothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764873429614466212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343467367677068359.post-84245502247720466352009-08-01T08:59:00.000-07:002009-08-01T12:51:47.352-07:00O obsesie trecuta prin prisma gandirii<div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjMkbrJguiNaUQeqaIkNkah9WdX5uhLusJJEyWJFdkU-0E7UUYpt_gj6gZM35PDzvQvN_ZygLCViHcyzinhR7xXbMVYld7DSbWE2M03Tgll8BKQFvQnm-vLD3u-TW8ZhKVzcj3GZ2QruM/s1600-h/moartea-full.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365061110934020562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjMkbrJguiNaUQeqaIkNkah9WdX5uhLusJJEyWJFdkU-0E7UUYpt_gj6gZM35PDzvQvN_ZygLCViHcyzinhR7xXbMVYld7DSbWE2M03Tgll8BKQFvQnm-vLD3u-TW8ZhKVzcj3GZ2QruM/s200/moartea-full.jpg" border="0" /></a>Traim intr-o lume in care pilonii realitătii sunt de neclintit.Privesti in jur si nu vezi nimic ciudat,orice lucru are ciclul sau normal care sa încadreaza intr-un alt ciclu,acesta la rândul lui se integreaza in ciclicitatea naturala a lucrurilor.<br />Am tânjit intodeauna dupa ceva iesit din anonimat ceva care sa perturbe aceasta ordine banala a lucrurilor,ceva dintr-o alta lume,dar dupa multe încercări de a dezbina acest echilibru am ajuns la concluzia ca aceasta ciclicitate este inpenetrabila.<br />Si noaptea cea misterioasă care la orice sunet te îmbata de fica s-a dovedit a fi doar o pătura pentru cruda banalitate.<br />Dar… atate mituri atatea legende cu vampiri,varcolaci,fantome şi alte anormalitati, cum se poate, sa fie doar imaginatia unor oameni bolnavi,oare nu exista măcar o farama de adevara?Şi oameni care vorbesc despre magie,demoni,exorcism,nu cred că sunt doar închipuiri,poate undeva în lumea asta sau chiar aici supranaturalul domneste.<br />Sau poate doar obsesia mea îmi joaca feste… daca existau cum puteau sa trăiasaca in umbra oamenilor,nimeni nu i-ar fi vazut oare?Pana la urmă poate sunt doar mituri.<br />Sunt mituri… însă si viata dupa moarte este un mit,dar moartea totuşi există .Astfel si viata după moarte poate exista.Şi dacă nu este viată dupa moarte oare noi oameni ce rol avem,oare suntem născuţi pentru a trăi si a creea viată,născuţi pentru a muri si a pleca in uitare,născuţi pentru a trece prin aceasta lume doar pentru ca aşa trebuie? <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglvrMPlpjQt-EUHYdsJlrx6w9-jZ1NCYWiHWg1nKQajMDEFOkHdoPTG4J1A1jTbzIFtpVmdtOtP58r_6j0HGfByNq-U9H0Cgo1HrS8Umsg4po5oXrNGZ4EBv2NotI1Ws3PsCYt5oS5eBM/s1600-h/pic_222954001189389730.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365060906249062322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglvrMPlpjQt-EUHYdsJlrx6w9-jZ1NCYWiHWg1nKQajMDEFOkHdoPTG4J1A1jTbzIFtpVmdtOtP58r_6j0HGfByNq-U9H0Cgo1HrS8Umsg4po5oXrNGZ4EBv2NotI1Ws3PsCYt5oS5eBM/s200/pic_222954001189389730.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />In ziua de astăzi perceptia aupra morii este diferită de la om la om,de la religie la religie.In contextul religiei budiste moartea este o trecere către alta viată,respectiv rencarnarea în alta fiintă,însă religia noastră,crestinismul sustine ca spritul omului după moarte trece in lumea de dincolo,în rai sau în iad după faptele omului pe pământ.<br />Studiind fecare religie in parte ne dăm seama că moartea este diferită de la o religie la alta.Dar cu atâtea variante…pană la urmă care dintre ele înfătisează adevarata viată după moarte.<br />Oare eu după moarte voi mai fi tot eu,cu aceleasi simţiri,aceleasi amintiri,regrete…păcate?...Acestea făcand parte din sufletul meu înseamnă ca ele vor pleca alături de “eu-l” meu in aşa zisa “lume de dincolo”.Dar dacă tristetea si suferinţa trece granita dintre sacru si profan odată cu sufletul omului atunci…de ce multe persoane ajunse in culmea disperării,din dragoste sau prea multe greutaţi se sinucid…oare ce rost are aceasta faptă nesabuită dacă totuşi vom lua cu noi toate durerile sufletului pentru care intr-o masură sau alta vom fi judecati.<br />Prea multe si variate intrebări legate de acest mister al mortii imi incearcă fiinta,nu stiu dacă este normală această obsesie dar cred că orice om s-a gandit macăr o dată în viată…”Cine este?De unde vine?SI UNDE SE DUCE?”…poate eu mai mult ca oricine… nu am cuvinte sa îmi descriu sentimentele care-mi ard sufletul la simplul gând că intr-o zi voi muri..stiu suntem muritori…si eu ca o muritoare ar trebui sa-mi accept pur si simplu soarta.<br />Poate că aşa a vrut Dumnezeu cu toti sa murim…si totuşi gândind logic dacă toti am fi nemuritori unde s-ar ajunge…la un moment dat am distruge planeta,înmultindune la infinit…nu că acum nu suntem pe punctul de a-o distruge…<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyo-u03CeIxHpibBb3MAcM68sqR-Q2MpA8JE3tQfdw52IMiumhJjcuYQ4Kj0uLY8jXLUr6DtM8uWCiRblnPYwnT7jJ-HtJ9hBEOvUvqip3REF4eUob8tNdovNmQMl85YYxo42lWdtW0cI/s1600-h/moartea.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365061402632805058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyo-u03CeIxHpibBb3MAcM68sqR-Q2MpA8JE3tQfdw52IMiumhJjcuYQ4Kj0uLY8jXLUr6DtM8uWCiRblnPYwnT7jJ-HtJ9hBEOvUvqip3REF4eUob8tNdovNmQMl85YYxo42lWdtW0cI/s200/moartea.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>Probabil ca unele lucruri trebuie sa le acceptam asa cum sunt…moartea,viata dupa moarte sau nemurirea sunt mistere si cred ca aşa vor ramâne până la sfârsitul timpului deoarece originea lor este una divină, mult prea înaltă pentru omul efemer. </div></div></div></div>Un copil idiothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764873429614466212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343467367677068359.post-41852042968363611302009-01-04T03:49:00.000-08:002009-01-04T03:56:21.483-08:00Pierduta Copilarie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOUSKdrYjtn_tyhNi1ji7PEDj8ghGBUDAHjUHt9QOrxC2RUJZloaIo4e6PfmQ2Kc7OTYuMk4odcgzBImLiEqn0-lesTxIdPpa0ez15hlCWsgp9wY0iyI2aGh-SK8Oih_zPFma-cwB7UeA/s1600-h/14657_Little-Girl-with-Pray-Rock-Print-C10201572.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOUSKdrYjtn_tyhNi1ji7PEDj8ghGBUDAHjUHt9QOrxC2RUJZloaIo4e6PfmQ2Kc7OTYuMk4odcgzBImLiEqn0-lesTxIdPpa0ez15hlCWsgp9wY0iyI2aGh-SK8Oih_zPFma-cwB7UeA/s320/14657_Little-Girl-with-Pray-Rock-Print-C10201572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287405654671285874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >De ce totul e trecator</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />De ce timpul este atat de neiertator,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />De ce mi-a furat clipele copilariei</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />De ce mi-a stirbit sentimentul bucuriei.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />De ce noi,de ce eu?!?</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />Nu puteam sa fiu copil mereu!</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />Nu puteam mereu sa dansez pe campii,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />Sa nu am preobleme, ci doar bucurii...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />Dar asta-i viata...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />Se scurge mereu,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />Oricat as vrea...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />Nu am ce sa fac eu!</span>Un copil idiothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764873429614466212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343467367677068359.post-73620566908316018342009-01-04T03:32:00.000-08:002009-01-04T03:48:18.321-08:00Melancolie de Toamna<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi718nQ58moUBe54LM7HPgUsvmmzQ5bIJ8twKZYXaOHimxcYC8TiTzkTe8gIL-0BQjsR33FiD7_wzi3oYeecgHYl7BqbAwczAmgcCTFMOlNSP4W4R7VVJOHqzWqs-37gAjHhr2hol5SY1Q/s1600-h/Copac+toamna.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi718nQ58moUBe54LM7HPgUsvmmzQ5bIJ8twKZYXaOHimxcYC8TiTzkTe8gIL-0BQjsR33FiD7_wzi3oYeecgHYl7BqbAwczAmgcCTFMOlNSP4W4R7VVJOHqzWqs-37gAjHhr2hol5SY1Q/s320/Copac+toamna.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287402014285209650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > In aer frunzele danseaza</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /> Iar vantul bate ritmul lor.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > Timpul parca le fumeaza...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /> Si totu-n jur e trecator.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > Frunzele toamnei purtate de vant</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > Fredoneaza langa fereastra un cant;</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /> Desi glasul lor este unul de jale,<br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Eu stiu ca speranta ultima moare.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /> Dar stiu si tristetea copacilor dezgoliti</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /> Ce plang dupa vremea cand erau infloriti,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /> Cu coroanele candva-indragostite</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /> Ramase astazi doar crengi desfrunzite...</span>Un copil idiothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764873429614466212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343467367677068359.post-19780757200683962102009-01-04T03:14:00.000-08:002009-08-01T08:57:37.907-07:00Ganduri...Trebuia sa spun ceva...dar mai bine nu...Un copil idiothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764873429614466212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343467367677068359.post-87864779100605614812009-01-04T02:34:00.000-08:002009-01-04T03:46:31.747-08:00Dragoste ruginie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie4M1cvkH6wMXwSARoMcMnRCgETgX1gmHUFc4njG6TjWBVxHJjfFY-YhWoMzi1HEQAa_EThvlgkSxXBe_gACtLQbt-jCQeBxVT0tuud_svJ2QG1n7znFfdO4aBr1xKpShUWZkdbaY4tz4/s1600-h/Waiting%2520for%2520the%2520Dawn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie4M1cvkH6wMXwSARoMcMnRCgETgX1gmHUFc4njG6TjWBVxHJjfFY-YhWoMzi1HEQAa_EThvlgkSxXBe_gACtLQbt-jCQeBxVT0tuud_svJ2QG1n7znFfdO4aBr1xKpShUWZkdbaY4tz4/s320/Waiting%2520for%2520the%2520Dawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287403608902147794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" ></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Focul s-a stins in batai de vant</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Dorul s-a prins atarnand d-un cuvant,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Sperante se pierd si inima-mi frang,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Iar eu plang.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />Si plang cu lacrimi de sange,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />Sangele negru al fiintei ce plange,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />Si sufar doar eu in tacere</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />De-a iubirii si-a soarelui manghiere.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />Ma-nec in lacrimi si frunze uscate.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Caci tu si toamna ma loviti in spate</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />Tu uitarii ma vei da,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />Iar ea poate nicicand nu va pleca.</span>Un copil idiothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764873429614466212noreply@blogger.com0