<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193951709431991203</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:57:05.877-08:00</updated><category term='Povesti de adormit copii mari'/><category term='Poezii'/><category term='Reclame'/><title type='text'>Ganduri si firimituri de idei</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Demi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132716667776249951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193951709431991203.post-7020053348028377111</id><published>2011-11-14T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T09:17:44.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poezii'/><title type='text'>Asteptarea</title><content type='html'>Of doamne! Iar tre' sa astept&lt;br /&gt;Inca 5 - 10 min si o sa stiu concret&lt;br /&gt;Informatia de care am nevoie&lt;br /&gt;O sa pice si o so sterg in a mea nevoie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar pana atunci trebuie sa astept&lt;br /&gt;Precum un cal sa-i zboare musca de pe piept&lt;br /&gt;Ca un castravete de mare rasfatat&lt;br /&gt;Sa stau fara sa stiu ce fa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telefonul va suna cu siguranta&lt;br /&gt;Si iar voi fi grabit&lt;br /&gt;De parca as intarzia la nunta&lt;br /&gt;Celui de-al 7-lea pitic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si voi zbura pe drum in galop&lt;br /&gt;Exact ca si calul lui Fat Frumos peste pod&lt;br /&gt;Si voi goni cu 200 la ora prin oras&lt;br /&gt;Mai ceva decat un armasar naravas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si voi ajunge la destinatie plin de sudoare&lt;br /&gt;Transpirat ca si un porc tolanit la soare&lt;br /&gt;Si voi incepe totul ca-n povesti&lt;br /&gt;Si voi termina cu cuvintele : ȘTI PĂȚĂȘTI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Asteptarea'/><author><name>Demi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132716667776249951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193951709431991203.post-2522203948533223221</id><published>2011-11-14T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T09:12:48.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poezii'/><title type='text'>Vremea</title><content type='html'>E o vreme monotona&lt;br /&gt;Cam ca si atunci cand stai pe buda&lt;br /&gt;Daca n-ai o carte buna de citit&lt;br /&gt;Inevitabil ajungi plictisit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E greu sa induri o astfel de vreme&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu o acoperi cu mistere&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca atunci cand sti ce va urma&lt;br /&gt;Din viata ta va disparea, surpriza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar astept cu nerabdare,&lt;br /&gt;Urmatiarea provocare&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca indiferent de vreme&lt;br /&gt;Daca o invalui sau nu, in mistere&lt;br /&gt;Daca sti ce sau ce, nu va fi,&lt;br /&gt;Tin cont ca si azi, e o zi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193951709431991203-2522203948533223221?l=gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/feeds/2522203948533223221/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2011/11/vremea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/2522203948533223221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;N-ai vrea sa sti, cum e sa fi ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-ai vrea sa sti, suferinta din lume!&lt;br /&gt;N-ai vrea sa sti, daca voi fi sau nu voi fi langa tine!&lt;br /&gt;N-ai vrea sa sti, daca vei avea curajul sa ma infrunti!&lt;br /&gt;N-ai vrea sa sti, daca e bine sau nu sa fi in dungi.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-ai vrea sa sti, ce inseamna pentru mine iubirea!&lt;br /&gt;N-ai vrea sa sti, daca inteleg sau nu fericirea!&lt;br /&gt;N-ai vrea sa sti, daca exista sau nu exista o cale “dreapta”!&lt;br /&gt;N-ai vrea sa sti, ce bine e, in lumea asta nedreapta.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-ai vrea sa sti, ce e un nou inceput?&lt;br /&gt;N-ai vrea sa sti, cum e sa fi un nou – nascut?&lt;br /&gt;N-ai vrea sa sti, cum ar fi sa nu sti nimic?&lt;br /&gt;N-ai vrea sa sti, daca e bine sau nu sa fi pentru o clipa mic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sti'/><author><name>Demi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132716667776249951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193951709431991203.post-6580962700696617596</id><published>2010-02-24T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:16:51.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reclame'/><title type='text'>Lockerz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;      Ce este Lockerz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate unii dupa ce o sa cititi acest post nu o sa credeti dar este real.Este un site American,unde iti faci cont pe baza de invitatie(cine vrea invitatie sa imi trimita PM sau comment cu mail-ul lui),strangi puncte(PTZ) si cu ele ''cumperi'' produse,fara a plati NIMICA!Totul este gratuit.&lt;br /&gt;Sa va explic cum se castiga puncte:&lt;br /&gt;1.Login Zilnic-2 PTZ&lt;br /&gt;2.Raspuzi la o intrebare zilnica,la care nu conteaza raspunsul-2 PTZ&lt;br /&gt;3.Dai o invitatie-2 PTZ&lt;br /&gt;Siiiii,daca dai 20 de invitatii,devii Z-Lister.Ce este Z-Lister?Este un fel de V.I.P.In loc de 2 PTZ primesti 4 la oricare dintre metodele mentionate mai sus.&lt;br /&gt;4.Recent a aparut si Lockerz Play aici nu faceti altceva decat sa va uitati la filmulete si primiti inca 2 PTZ.&lt;br /&gt;Multi de aici sigur nu credeti ca este adevarat.Dar intrati de exemplu pe YouTube si scrieti ''Lockerz Unboxing''.O sa fie muuuuuuuuuulte filmulete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh,era sa uit.Daca devii Z-Lister primesti si un tricou cu Lockerz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Am mai aflat ca site-ul,sau ma rog,compania a fost sau este condusa de un fost director Amazon si de Liberty Media,una dintre cele mai mari,sau poate cea mai mare companie din America.Am vorbit cu cei de la Liberty Media,au zis ca detin 80% din ''actiuni''.Deci...e clar,e tru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nu-mi ia mai mult de 10 min pe zi, macar va umpleti timpu. Pace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193951709431991203-6580962700696617596?l=gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/feeds/6580962700696617596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2010/02/lockerz.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/6580962700696617596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/6580962700696617596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2010/02/lockerz.html' title='Lockerz'/><author><name>Demi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132716667776249951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193951709431991203.post-6563319035012268780</id><published>2009-10-30T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:01:59.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Povesti de adormit copii mari'/><title type='text'>Povestea telefonului de contrabanda</title><content type='html'>A fost odata ca niciodata, ca de n-ar fi nu s-ar mai povesti, a fost o poveste atat de rara incat nici macar orbul n-a apucat sa o vada, a fost ceva atat de frumos incat nici eu nu stiu exact ce-a fost. Se spune ca intr-o seara de toamna o domnisoara statea pe afara cu ochii ficsi pe telefon asteptand acel apel sonor. Nimeni nu stia exact cine e la celalalt capal al firului dar ea stia si nu-i pasa de cei care au vazut-o ce-i care au sa o vada , ea doar astepta ca acel apel sa apara. Intre timp in celalat capat de oras un baiat cu ochi de diamand spera. Nu stia ce sa faca, era doar un lucru clar statea cu un amarat de nokia in mana nu cel pe care il vezi la vedete ci mai degraba cel care il gasesti in bazar. In schimb o avea pe ea pe apelare rapida si tot se gandea sa tina apasat indelung acea amarata de tasta sau nu. Era un baiat pe o banca, lumea din jur disparea complect dar lui nu-i pasa. Toate culorile pastelate de toamna apareau si fugeau sub ochii lui , aparea intunericul si soarele in contrast in doar decursul unei secunde. Privind din exterior nici el si nici ea nu pareau normali dar ei nu stiau, lumea nu stia ce s-a intamplat sau ce ar putea sa se intample. O frunza i-a cazut pe nas si si-a amintit atunci in acea fractiune de secunda pana cand frunza acea amarata care nu avea nici o culoare sa atinga pamantul, si-a amintit. In urma cu doua saptamani parea a fi cel mai fericit baiat din lume, el impreuna cu ea prin parc zburdau printre frunze ca doua capre negre libere pe un varf de munte, care zburdau fara teama peste piscuri si care urcau si coboreau dar totodata se opreau, si-a amintit cum se privea in ochi si nu vedeau nimic altceva in afara de iubirea sa si a ei , cum se intelegeau din priviri cum el radea si ea zambea cum ea intindea mana si el o acapara si o strangea puternic la piept , cum ii saruta subtil fruntea incercand sa nu para pervers. Cum in momentul acela in mintea lui nu apareau decat cuvintele “ domane mersi dar daca as lua-o strans si brate si as saruta-o ar fi prea mult? “ dar nu stia ce l-a oprit , ea nici atat, cine stie poate in acel moment ea gandea “ copilul acesta ma dispera abia astept sa-i simt buzele fine “ nu se stie acest lucru se poate spune ca doar se banuia. Totul parea ciudat poate ca asa si era, nu prea e normal ca doi adolescenti sa zborea prin frunzele unui parc din oras dar lor nu le pasa. In timp ce ii ingheta mana subtire pe telefon un porumbel isi lua zborul in fata ei nu apuca bine sa se ridice ca ea isi amintea cum impreuna cu el la un film au mers si din greseala au incurcat filmul si au nimerit un documentar despre pelicani. Dar sau distrat de minune si pe la mijlocul documentarului cand toata sala (ma rog cei 10 oameni din sala) dormeau el a facut acel gest de mult asteptat si des intalnit in filmele americane (s-a prefacut ca casca si si-a pus mana dupa ea atingandu-i sanul drept) ea s-a rusinat putin dar imediat si-a revenit s-a uitat la el el tot rosu , se distingea culoarea in sala acea de cinema de parca rudolf ar fi gresit zborul lui mos craciun si a aterizat fix langa ea. El i-a soptit frumoaso vreau sa fi a mea, ea i-a raspuns tu crezi ca s-ar putea? . Degeaba nu s-a intamplat nimic isi spune ea stand cu telefonul in mana suspinand. El si-a facut curaj si a pus mana pe telefon “sa o sun, sa nu?” nu stia ce sa faca, totul in jurul lui s-a oprit de parca fumase iarba cu obama la o cafea in malibu, desi el nu iesise din tara si singurele contacte care le avea cu Obama erau cele din videoclipurile muzica foarte rare care apareau pe youtube. Dar desi in mintea lui erau diferite ganduri de haz si de necaz corpul i-a luat-o inainte si si apasand acea tasta nenorocita si parca prea uzata de la atatea sms-uri , a vazut dintr-o data apel in curs ... frumoasa mea... s-a panicat sa inchida sau nu.... la celalalt capat al firului ea cu telefonul deja inghetat in mana a raspuns imediat si a spus : “DA?” . Totul parea ciudat secundele contorizate la fix de Orange treceau pe ecran scria 0:24,25,26, si el nu scotea nici un sunet , ea nu a mai putut si a izbucnit “ Vreau sa te vad” , atunci el a tresarit de parca cineva tocmai il conectase la 380 si uitase sa-l deconecteze, oarecum balbait deja de la frig si-a facut curaj si ea raspuns “ Si eu! Unde esti? ” , ea nu stia exact cum sa-i spuna ca astepta acel amarat de telefon de juma de ora in fata scarii si ea raspuns “ Am iesit sa iau o paine pentru maine “ el nesigur pe faptul ca si-a plimbat mintile pe o amarata de banca din celalalt capat de oras ea raspuns tacticos si timid : “Ok.” , ea atunci nu a mai putut si ea spus “ Ne vedem in 10 min la copacul nostru “ El a raspuns promt si ulterior a inchis telefonul zicand “ Bine !” Copacul lor era intr-un parc, acelasi parc in care au zburdat printre frunze , stia exact unde e dar panicat o luase in cealalta directie drumul parea ca nu se mai termina ii era frica ca va intarzia si nu va apuca sa-i spuna , crezand ca nu-l va astepta si va pleca. Ea nelinistita si desi cu capul pe umeri gresise copacul in noapte si incerca din rasputeri sa-l gaseasca... Dupa 20 de minute inca se cautau unul pe celalalt. El “sa o sun sau sa nu, va crede ca sunt tampit nu stiu nici macar unde e copacul” , ea “sa il sun sau sa il sun va crede ca sunt tampita eu aleg locul si nu stiu unde e? “ si atunci in moment ce cautau impreuna un copac si-au amintit brusc in timp ce s-au impiedicat amandoi de aceeasi groapa plina de frunze si au cazut unul peste altul . Ca ei nu aveau un copac, nu stiau care este copacul, ei au impartit doar frunzele lui , iar copacul de fapt era parcul, El palid si inghetat , mai ceva ca inghetata de la magazin , ea calda in interior ca-n exterior era bocna mai ceva ca gheata de la polul sud., se intorc unul spre altul speriat si corpul le-a luat-o inainte ,el s-a aplecat inspre ea si fara nici macar un avertisment a sarutat-o. Ea desi surprinsa i-a intors inapoi sarutul zicand ca nu vrea sa ramana datoare in special nu lui . El fara nici macar sa se gandeasca i-a scapat acele cuvinte pentru care unii se omoara altor oameni nici macar nu le pasa dar pentru el au zburat spontan din corzile lui vocale , ca niste piloti de vanatoare care isi au tinta, direct in urechile ei , si i-a spus : “Te iubesc frumoaso!” ea, a auzit cuvintele care i-au patruns pana in suflet si ia raspuns imediat si eu te iubesc! Timp in care amandoua telefoanele le-au sunat , pentru ca parintii le erau ingrijorati si se gandeau ca ar trebuii sa plece dar n-au resitat tentatie si au plecat, dar impreuna , lasand cate un mesaj pentru fiecare parinte : “Mama, tata va iubesc nu m-am imbatat, nici drogat dar in seara aceasta nu sunt deloc deprimat(a) si va anunt ca desi par putin nesimtit(a) revin maine , in seara aceasta iubesc si nimeni nu-mi va putea sa spuna ca nu e adevarat! Va iubesc si nu va faceti griji” si au plecat impreuna la o veche garsoniera a unui prieten plecat din tara , si au suferit impreuna de frig au stat spate in spate liptiti de zid, au dormit pe jos si sau uitat la desene iar spre dimineata au uitat de probleme. Si-am incalecat pe-o sa si vi-am spus poveste-asa, si n-am incalecat pe nici o capsuna caci nu vi-am spus o mare minciuna, sau cine stie caci in final nu e decat o poveste sau nu , oricum ar fi e ceva atat de rar incat nici eu un biet povestitor hoinar nu stiu exact ce-a fost sau ce va fi, stiu doar ca e o poveste de adormit copii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193951709431991203-6563319035012268780?l=gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/feeds/6563319035012268780/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/10/povestea-telefonului-de-contrabanda.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/6563319035012268780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/6563319035012268780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/10/povestea-telefonului-de-contrabanda.html' title='Povestea telefonului de contrabanda'/><author><name>Demi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132716667776249951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193951709431991203.post-7621461095224846810</id><published>2009-06-25T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:03:01.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepsi</title><content type='html'>Cand ma trezesc dimineata ,&lt;br /&gt;Dupa o seara de abrambureala&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandesc doar ca mi-ar sta bine intr-o cada&lt;br /&gt;Ud, mahmur si cu multe bule-n jur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu apuc mereu sa ajung la baie&lt;br /&gt;Nu apuc caci ma impiedic in picioare&lt;br /&gt;Nu apuc sa fac macar un dus&lt;br /&gt;Ma trage inapoi in pat ursuletul meu de plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar totusi imi este bine &lt;br /&gt;Deoarece am paharul langa mine&lt;br /&gt;Si chiar daca nu reusesc sa ma trezesc&lt;br /&gt;Macar setea reusesc sa mi’o potolesc .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193951709431991203-7621461095224846810?l=gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/feeds/7621461095224846810/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/06/pepsi.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/7621461095224846810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/7621461095224846810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/06/pepsi.html' title='Pepsi'/><author><name>Demi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132716667776249951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193951709431991203.post-1846605012070557630</id><published>2009-06-25T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:58:41.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poezii'/><title type='text'>Intalnire</title><content type='html'>Salut sunt eu ma gandeam cum ar fi daca intr-o seara ne-am intalni&lt;br /&gt;Eu intr-o pereche de blugi cu un tricou amarat si tu doar sa vi&lt;br /&gt;Eu sa comentez non-stop la tot ce se intampla, tu sa taci si sa pari culta&lt;br /&gt;Eu sa fiu un idiot, tampit, tu sa ma indrumi sa ma inveti sa nu fiu grabit.&lt;br /&gt;Dar daca nu va fi sa fie, sa ne intalnim intr-o seara de vara&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i nimic nu ma supar, amintirea-mi ramane si ne vedem oricum in toamna. &lt;br /&gt;Imagineaza-ti doar, frunze argintii, ploi si vant puternic&lt;br /&gt;Eu molesit, racit si zambind fortat, incercand sa nu par chiar atat de tampit.&lt;br /&gt;Tu mereu cuceritoare cu alt tau zambet rupt din reclame &lt;br /&gt;Cu vocea ta tandra si parca scoasa de pe album &lt;br /&gt;Amintindu-mi sa-nchid gura caci salivez ca un nebun.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gura sa mi-o inchid si sa pornesc inspre tine pitit&lt;br /&gt;C-o mana pe cap si alta la spate, sa te surprind dandu-ti in dar o carte.&lt;br /&gt;Tu sa-mi citesti titlu acela fermecator : " Cum sa iubesti un prost fara ajutor"&lt;br /&gt;Eu sa mimez talamb o fata de om destept, spunand : "E mai bine dupa ce-o citesti"&lt;br /&gt;Tu sa-mi dai o palma (in gluma bineinteles), sa ma-mpingi dar in acelasi timp sa zambesti.&lt;br /&gt;Ar fi ce-a mai frumoasa intalnire dintr-o seara &lt;br /&gt;In care ne-am vedea liberi sa spunem tot ce ne doare&lt;br /&gt;in care nu ne va pasa de lume, in care sa bem bere fara spume&lt;br /&gt;O seara in care am fi doar doi iubiti , unul talamb si celalalt uimit.&lt;br /&gt;Unul cu cap si celalalt (cu)minte, unul vorbind si celalalt ascultand fierbinte.&lt;br /&gt;Iar atunci in acel moment de feerie spumanta, vom degusta o cafea incalzita la microunde&lt;br /&gt;Te voi cuprinde de sale si te voi tine de mana ca si cum m-as tine de viata&lt;br /&gt;Si ti-as sopti suav : "Ma vei iubi si la dimineata"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193951709431991203-1846605012070557630?l=gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/feeds/1846605012070557630/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/06/intalnire.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/1846605012070557630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/1846605012070557630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/06/intalnire.html' title='Intalnire'/><author><name>Demi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132716667776249951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193951709431991203.post-6770068913945524069</id><published>2009-05-04T01:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:26:47.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poezii'/><title type='text'>Descriere</title><content type='html'>Eu sunt, eu e logic pentru mine&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma intereseaza ca-s facut din tarana &lt;br /&gt;Sau ca stramosi mei locuiau in ruine&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt eu, nu mai mult sau mai putin de o farama&lt;br /&gt;Stiu cine sunt, si stiu ce vreau sa fac&lt;br /&gt;Stiu unde ajung, chiar de sunt rupt de beat&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ce vreau sa fiu cand o sa fiu mare&lt;br /&gt;Stiu cine sunt, si nu sunt rupt din soare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, traiesc fara ca cineva sa ma acuze&lt;br /&gt;Eu, iubesc fara ca toamna sa ramana fara frunze&lt;br /&gt;Eu, sunt ceea ce am fost&lt;br /&gt;Eu, raman mereu eu, chiar daca nu-i gasesc un rost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar sunt eu, si doar atat&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ce sunt si stiu unde ma duc&lt;br /&gt;Sunt eu, si nimic mai mult&lt;br /&gt;Doar eu, lumea si intregul pamant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193951709431991203-6770068913945524069?l=gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/feeds/6770068913945524069/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/05/descriere.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/6770068913945524069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/6770068913945524069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/05/descriere.html' title='Descriere'/><author><name>Demi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132716667776249951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193951709431991203.post-3212606472850256055</id><published>2009-04-26T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:31:38.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poezii'/><title type='text'>Martor ocular</title><content type='html'>S-a terminat , e clar acum&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot privi ca si neptun&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa fiu ceea ce-am fost&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot privi, nu are rost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar pot simti, e de ajuns&lt;br /&gt;Sa privesc in nepatruns&lt;br /&gt;Sa stau doar sa meditez&lt;br /&gt;La stele, nori tot ceea ce nu pot sa privesc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta e, s-a terminat , de ce sa fiu complexat&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa stau sa-mi plang de mila&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa nu fiu relaxat? &lt;br /&gt;De ce sa plang ca o copila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot simti ceea ce nu pot sa privesc&lt;br /&gt;Pot gandi si sa-mi imaginez&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce e aici si acum&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce-a fost, acum cand am ales alt drum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193951709431991203-3212606472850256055?l=gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193951709431991203.post-8534277520018192138</id><published>2009-03-29T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T02:42:43.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poezii'/><title type='text'>Barfa</title><content type='html'>Se spune ca e greu sa fi sigur pe tine&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca nu poti sa ai tot din aceasta lume&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca nu poti fi mereu ceea ce vrei&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca timpul e a celor numiti zei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar se mai spune ca nu e bine&lt;br /&gt;Sa traiesti doar pentru tine&lt;br /&gt;Ca e mai bine sa iubesti&lt;br /&gt;Pe ea, pe el pe cine doresti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar totusi se mai spune ca o sa mori singur pe lume&lt;br /&gt;Ca chiar daca vei hotara sa iubesti &lt;br /&gt;Tot singur vei ajunge sa traiesti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193951709431991203-8534277520018192138?l=gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/feeds/8534277520018192138/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/03/barfa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/8534277520018192138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/8534277520018192138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/03/barfa.html' title='Barfa'/><author><name>Demi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132716667776249951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193951709431991203.post-6556680714237295497</id><published>2009-03-20T02:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T02:49:40.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poezii'/><title type='text'>De ce?</title><content type='html'>De ce trebuie sa fie totul alb &lt;br /&gt;De ce nu exista ceva care sa-mi fie drag&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu mai pot sa stiu cine sunt&lt;br /&gt;De ce traiesc pe acest pamant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce respir, de ce visez&lt;br /&gt;De ce mereu ma complectez&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu-mi convine cine sunt&lt;br /&gt;De ce stau oare ca o adiere de vant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce exist, de ce vorbesc&lt;br /&gt;De ce vad, de ce zambesc&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu pot fi cine sunt&lt;br /&gt;De ce? Nu vreau sa fiu o adiere de vant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar totul mi se pare fara sens&lt;br /&gt;O fi din cauza ca aleg sa gandesc&lt;br /&gt;O fi din cauza ca nu am ce sa fac&lt;br /&gt;Sau doar din cauza ca sunt sarac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu exista om, care sa zambeasca mereu real&lt;br /&gt;Nu exista forma de viata iesita din tipar&lt;br /&gt;Nu exista nici o vorba ascunsa de tine&lt;br /&gt;Nu exist decat daca ma oglindesc in tine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193951709431991203-6556680714237295497?l=gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/feeds/6556680714237295497/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-ce.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/6556680714237295497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/6556680714237295497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-ce.html' title='De ce?'/><author><name>Demi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132716667776249951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193951709431991203.post-3180553225318730192</id><published>2009-03-15T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:48:10.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poezii'/><title type='text'>Credinta...</title><content type='html'>Am crezut in tine , credeam ca totul va fi bine&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu exista nici o sansa sa dam gres&lt;br /&gt;Ca am decis bine cand am ales..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar spre umila mea suflare&lt;br /&gt;Desi te iubesc enorm de tare &lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa nu realizez &lt;br /&gt;Cat de mult incep sa gresesc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In continuare cred in tine &lt;br /&gt;Si ca exista o iubire&lt;br /&gt;Dar daca nu pot s-o realizez&lt;br /&gt;Inseamna ca nu sunt facut sa traiesc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti urez un bun ramas in aceasta lume&lt;br /&gt;Sa canti sa dansezi sa te distrezi cu glume&lt;br /&gt;Sa ai tot ceea ce-ti doresti&lt;br /&gt;Azi, maine oricand fara ca sa te blochezi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar cat despre umila mea suflare &lt;br /&gt;Ce pot sa spun , nu sunt rupt din soare&lt;br /&gt;Inteleg ca nu a fost sa fie &lt;br /&gt;Si ma rog sa nu raman doar o amintire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc dar nu stiu ce sa fac&lt;br /&gt;O fi din cauza ca sunt sarac&lt;br /&gt;O fi din cauza ca sunt nou-venit&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate doar pentru ca-s putin troznit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ce e cu mine acum&lt;br /&gt;Sau ce e cand esti cu mine&lt;br /&gt;Parca lumea se desparte in doua&lt;br /&gt;Una cu si una fara tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau ca sa aleg acum&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-ti spun ca voi alege alt drum&lt;br /&gt;Vreau doar sa stau sa meditez&lt;br /&gt;Si cu tine in gand sa visez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi place ceea ce avem &lt;br /&gt;Si ma bucur ca uneori suntem “pe sistem”&lt;br /&gt;Dar uneori se prabuseste totul&lt;br /&gt;Ca si atunci cand musti tortul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc nu stiu ce sa mai fac...&lt;br /&gt;Tu ma vrei sau nu ma vrei .,... oi fi eu pui de drac?&lt;br /&gt;Si tu un inger pazitor &lt;br /&gt;Dar daca e asa de ce n-ai vrea sa fiu stralucitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma faci sa scot tot ce-i mai frumos si mai urat din mine&lt;br /&gt;Ma faci sa ma simt ca si cel mai norocos baiat din lume&lt;br /&gt;Ma faci sa ma gandesc ca totul va fi bine&lt;br /&gt;Ma faci sa zambesc doar atunci cand esti cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vreau mereu langa mine &lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu daca asta e sau nu bine.... &lt;br /&gt;Dar stiu ca asta e tot ce-mi doresc &lt;br /&gt;Sa fiu al tau tu a mea si restul doar sa visez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacat ca nu e totul roz&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu e real ci mai degrava mov...&lt;br /&gt;Caci il iubesti sau nu eu nu mai stiu &lt;br /&gt;Dar el exista si ma mananca de viu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inteleg ca nu ti-e usor nici bine&lt;br /&gt;Dar vreau sa stiu ti-e bine langa mine&lt;br /&gt;Daca da te rog sa ma iubesti &lt;br /&gt;Iar daca nu te rog sa ma visezi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caci daca nu te rog doar un lucru micut&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu uiti ca te iubesc mult &lt;br /&gt;Sa nu uiti de mine ,cine sunt&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu ma uiti ,sa nu fiu doar o vorba in vant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Credinta...'/><author><name>Demi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132716667776249951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193951709431991203.post-2611594895814726930</id><published>2009-03-15T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:45:47.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poezii'/><title type='text'>Iubirea...</title><content type='html'>Ce e iubirea ,e doar o curva a vietii&lt;br /&gt;E doar cafea amara a diminetii&lt;br /&gt;E ziua de azi fututa de cea de ieri&lt;br /&gt;E blestemul lasat de zei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu te mai gandi la ce e sau ce a fost&lt;br /&gt;Nu te mai gandi la mine, am fost doar un prost&lt;br /&gt;Nu te mai astepta la ganduri si atingeri suave&lt;br /&gt;Nu te mai astepta la dorinte slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubire, ce cuvant hilar&lt;br /&gt;E doar o alta cale de a primi in cap un par&lt;br /&gt;E doar o vorba, o gandire latenta&lt;br /&gt;E doar o criminala atenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar in final ce e iubirea&lt;br /&gt;O fi fiorul de pe sira spinarii&lt;br /&gt;Cantecul orfeic in lupta cu zeii&lt;br /&gt;Mirosul suav in crapatura diminetii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ! Iubirea nu exista&lt;br /&gt;A fost candva un vis nebun&lt;br /&gt;Un cuvant al unui om batran&lt;br /&gt;O tigara de care s-a ales doar scrum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193951709431991203-2611594895814726930?l=gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/feeds/2611594895814726930/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/03/iubirea.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/2611594895814726930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/2611594895814726930'/><link rel='alternate' 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si parul se implanta!&lt;br /&gt;Si sunt doar un musafir pe’acest pamant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce totul apare si dispare?&lt;br /&gt;De exista lume care moare de foame?&lt;br /&gt;De ce am fost crescut sa fiu bun?&lt;br /&gt;De ce, de ce, de ce sunt oare nebun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar totul intr-o zi se sfarsheste? &lt;br /&gt;Si totul va disparea atunci!&lt;br /&gt;Dar chiar daca lumea se prabusheste!&lt;br /&gt;Noi vom ramane mereu ca niste prunci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar chiar daca sunt baiat sau chiar o fata!&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca viata nu e niciodata dreapta!&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca am fost si voi ramane infidel!&lt;br /&gt;Macar voi fi un pui de semizeu.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru mine totul e albastru!&lt;br /&gt;Fara ceata sau canute de cafea!&lt;br /&gt;Caci ma simt apasat ca de balastru,&lt;br /&gt;Si nu ma pot misca de langa ea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Albastru!'/><author><name>Demi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132716667776249951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193951709431991203.post-4217851776839740548</id><published>2009-03-15T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:33:56.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poezii'/><title type='text'>03.03.2009</title><content type='html'>O zi care face cat doua&lt;br /&gt;O zi in care ba e soare ba ploua&lt;br /&gt;O zi in care umbli neincetat&lt;br /&gt;Pentru un interviu la o slujba de neimaginat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O zi frumoasa de primavara spre toamna&lt;br /&gt;O zi in care domnisoara e in vana&lt;br /&gt;O zi in care se poate intampla orice&lt;br /&gt;O zi in care nu pot explica : De ce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar totusi e o zi frumoasa&lt;br /&gt;O zi intru totul plina de viata&lt;br /&gt;O zi cu tine e-un mister&lt;br /&gt;E ca si cum as locuii intr-un castel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar in final e doar o zi&lt;br /&gt;O zi in care voi traii&lt;br /&gt;O zi cu tine , fizic si in gand&lt;br /&gt;O zi frumoasa pe acest pamant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193951709431991203-4217851776839740548?l=gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/feeds/4217851776839740548/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/03/03032009.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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s-a oprit&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai simt nimic, nu mai vad nimic&lt;br /&gt;Stau si ascult un sunet, in noapte&lt;br /&gt;Stau sa ascult pasarile in soapte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum cand totul in jur e oprit&lt;br /&gt;In melodie nu se mai simte nici un beat&lt;br /&gt;Stau doar si ascult incet, incet&lt;br /&gt;Demersul vietii in universul acesta incomplet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascult incet, ascult usor&lt;br /&gt;Nu simt nevoia de-ajutor&lt;br /&gt;Sunt singur si lumea s-a oprit&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca respire incet, caci nu mai vad nimic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193951709431991203-6778485478230671222?l=gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/feeds/6778485478230671222/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/03/orbire-temporara.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/6778485478230671222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/6778485478230671222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/03/orbire-temporara.html' title='Orbire temporara!'/><author><name>Demi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132716667776249951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193951709431991203.post-5764490618840235749</id><published>2009-03-15T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:31:39.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poezii'/><title type='text'>Singuratate</title><content type='html'>Cand stau pe scaun intr-o camera ostila&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa nu ma gandesc la lumina &lt;br /&gt;La tot ce e, ce-a fost si ce va fi &lt;br /&gt;La ultima dorinta, de-a trai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purced spre ganduri necurate&lt;br /&gt;Spre locuri si timpuri nemarcate&lt;br /&gt;Dar cand defapt incerc sa strig :&lt;br /&gt;Viata-i simpla ! De ce ma complic ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandesc la zilele trecute&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate femeile avute si pierdute&lt;br /&gt;Cand din senin imi amintesc&lt;br /&gt;Ca n-am pe cine sa iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma urasc pentru ca sunt asa cum sunt&lt;br /&gt;Realizez ca ma pot bucura de vant&lt;br /&gt;De clipele frumoase si de ploaia de vara&lt;br /&gt;Fara macar ca bucuria sa-mi dispara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar totusi, nu locuiesc intr-o vila&lt;br /&gt;Am doar o camera ostila&lt;br /&gt;Nu am iubiri sau vise neimplinite&lt;br /&gt;Am doar clipele si amintirile trecute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193951709431991203-5764490618840235749?l=gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/feeds/5764490618840235749/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/03/singuratate.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/5764490618840235749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/5764490618840235749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/03/singuratate.html' title='Singuratate'/><author><name>Demi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132716667776249951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7193951709431991203.post-7198766661074417683</id><published>2009-03-15T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:30:30.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poezii'/><title type='text'>Nu sunt poet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Traiesc si eu ca si un prost&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Privind mereu in zare&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dar cum acum sunt la regim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Traind de azi pe maine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Nici nu mai stiu cum sa ma exprim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="FR"&gt;Sau cum sa scriu o poezie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7193951709431991203-7198766661074417683?l=gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/feeds/7198766661074417683/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/03/nu-sunt-poet.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/7198766661074417683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7193951709431991203/posts/default/7198766661074417683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandurisifirimiturideidei.blogspot.com/2009/03/nu-sunt-poet.html' title='Nu sunt poet!'/><author><name>Demi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14132716667776249951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
