<?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-5296837442706248971</id><updated>2012-02-06T13:21:16.332-08:00</updated><category term='dorinta'/><category term='vacanta'/><category term='fericire'/><category term='mare'/><category term='cugetare'/><category term='indrazneala'/><category term='turcoaz'/><category term='atingeri.'/><category term='moment'/><category term='femeia'/><category term='sarut'/><category term='durere'/><category term='soare'/><category term='apus'/><category term='sentiment'/><category term='eu'/><category term='provocare'/><category term='distractie'/><category term='pin-up'/><category term='umbrela'/><category term='delicat'/><category term='moarte'/><category term='zapada'/><category term='adiere'/><category term='ganduri'/><category term='atingere'/><category term='extreme'/><category term='chochin.'/><category term='zambete.'/><category term='libertate'/><category term='lumina'/><category term='speranta'/><category term='fierbinte.'/><category term='dragoste'/><category term='introspectie'/><category term='val'/><category term='special'/><category term='teapa'/><category term='joc'/><category term='privire'/><category term='piele'/><category term='cunoastere'/><category term='element'/><category term='veselie'/><category term='dor'/><category term='catiulita'/><category term='iar'/><category term='scorgisoara'/><category term='nou'/><category term='hotarare'/><category term='major'/><category term='responsabilitate'/><category term='amintiri'/><category term='puternic'/><category term='cuvinte'/><category term='spontan'/><category term='iubire'/><category term='plaja'/><category term='rosu'/><category term='paris'/><category term='zambete'/><category term='ochi'/><category term='teama'/><category term='femeie'/><category term='inghesuiala'/><category term='leapsa'/><category term='fulg'/><category term='barbat'/><category term='buze'/><category term='albastru'/><category term='esec'/><category term='ploaie'/><category term='emotie'/><category term='fluturi'/><category term='viata'/><category term='placere'/><category term='foc'/><title type='text'>Negru ca vanilia</title><subtitle type='html'>..like a summer day!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-7608188882391821880</id><published>2010-10-13T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T14:14:37.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cugetare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moarte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='durere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>Despre EL si EA.</title><content type='html'>Se intreba "dc?", se intreba cu o imensa teama de raspuns.. se gandea cum naiba un an poate fi comprimat intr-o povestire care sa dureze cateva minute nu ore.. credea ca au facut atatea impreuna si cand s-a trezit si-a dat seama ca de fapt nu a fost mai nimic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era toamna, frunzele dansau p strada ca la spectacol. Ziua asta nu a fost tocmai o zi buna pentru ea, sa certat cu proful de Geografie, obisnuia sa ii placa materia si invata bine, dar azi a avut un moment prost, tatal ei ii aratase latura proasta a unui barbat..nu mai putea avea incredere in ei.. asta pana s-a indragostit.&lt;br /&gt;Era un baiat, un baiat despre care stia totul, pe care il urmarea cu privirea de fiecare data cand avea ocazia dar nu avea forta de al aborda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi trebuia sa mearga cu B. sa vada un nou film care rula la cinema.. a refuzat. B. era singura de asculta erau pritene de mici. &lt;br /&gt;Ajunge in fata scarii si il vede, il vede pe el acolo asteptand. Se apropie uimita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Buna S. am asteptat o vreme dar se pare ca nu am asteptat degeaba.&lt;br /&gt;-...(tacuta il privea.. ce o cauta aici ? imi stie numele! wow sigur nu a gresit adresa? )&lt;br /&gt;Telefonul suna. Pe ecran palpaie numele si poza lui B. care incerca sa o convinga sa iasa la film, ea se tot impotrivea si incerca sa ii explice ca nu poate vorbi acum. H ii ia telefonul din mana, raspune si vorbeste el..&lt;br /&gt;-S. nu va veni azi cu tine pentru ca o sa iasa cu mine in oras, imi pare rau! ... si i-a inchis.&lt;br /&gt;- Cred ca glumesti! S. de abia putea sa articuleze doua cuvinte..&lt;br /&gt;- Deloc la 4 vin sa te iau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fugit repede pe scari incercand sa isi revina.. credea ca daca nu se va intoarce dupa el isi va revenii din visare, dar era atat de real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au iesit, s-au plimbat, au vorbit, s-au sarutat.. si totul a pornit.. Un an intreg in care au fost doar ei doi. Un an in care au fost si bune si rele, in care au stiut sa se iubesca, sa se certe, sa se muste, sa se vindece, sa se asculte, sa ignore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se iubeau si se certau la fel de intens..le era frica reciproc si se daruiau timid. Ea era fragila el era dornic. Facea o calatorie pe un pamant inca virgin, mana lui mangaia acel taram nou si nud caruia ii era teama sa se lase descoperit. Ea s-a daruit acelui cuceritor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totul era bine, pana la prima cearta, ea suferea, plangea ii era foare greu pe cand el , trecea totul cu o usurinta debordanta.. a doua zi se prezenta in fata usii ei cu un trandafir in mana, ii cerea scuze si continuau..descoperea pe zi ce trece cate o bucatica din pamant.. trandafirul se ofilea peste cateva zile.. asa si vorbele lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suferinta ei era adanca, se intreba pana unde o sa mai ajunga, o durea si cerea indurare numai ca iubirea aia era plina de gheare, de animale inauntrul ei ce sfasiau  pe zi ce trece cat mai multe organe pana ramanea fara rasuflare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-7608188882391821880?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7608188882391821880/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=7608188882391821880&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7608188882391821880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7608188882391821880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/despre-el-si-ea.html' title='Despre EL si EA.'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-815256065540317433</id><published>2010-10-08T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T13:39:29.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atingeri.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorinta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ochi'/><title type='text'>Iluzie</title><content type='html'>Femeie privire misterioasa se furisa printre genele lungi si arcuite, buze pline, rosi de la muscaruri, ochii albastru oceanic, zambet larg si cuceritor. Era abatuta, se gandea in departare daca o sa o doara iara... a avut ochii tristi pana acum ceva timp. A descuperit ca simtea cu adevarat ceva puternic, ceva nou dar nu stia pentru cine si de ce, era tolal confuza... un sarut i-a fost suficient ca sa aiba un raspuns. &lt;br /&gt;Doar atat a spus "L-am gasit."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-815256065540317433?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/815256065540317433/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=815256065540317433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/815256065540317433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/815256065540317433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/iluzie.html' title='Iluzie'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-4170777533446213756</id><published>2010-08-30T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:45:16.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zambete.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joc'/><title type='text'>Cadou</title><content type='html'>Am primit 3 cadouri de la colega mea Teo, de la Revista Adolescentului Libertin, si am de gand sa le folosesc.. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zece lucruri care imi plac..&lt;br /&gt;mirosul ploii, zambetul, apusul, pufarinele, laptele, oamenii uniti, visele, optimismul, dansul, culoarea turquoise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-4170777533446213756?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4170777533446213756/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=4170777533446213756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4170777533446213756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4170777533446213756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/cadou.html' title='Cadou'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-7901668663883736159</id><published>2010-08-10T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T04:27:58.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='major'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsabilitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fericire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libertate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractie'/><title type='text'>18 summers</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/68nb2PegvY0&amp;amp;hl=fr_FR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/68nb2PegvY0&amp;amp;hl=fr_FR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎18 ani plini de...voi cu mine si cu ei !! Urlu tare: Suuuuunt fericitaa!! Azi am sa va mopilsesc. A venit ziua aia cand cica esti major.. adult, bla bla bla.. nu e nici o diferenta, mentala cel putin, poate fizica si nici aia..asa ca tot copil sunt, tot aceleasi aberati, aceleasi tampenii, aceleasi proobleme, aceleasi iubiri, aceasi pasi visatori.. Multumsc voua, cei care m-au suportat optspe' ani si care au curaj sa o mai faca si de acum incolo..hihi.&lt;br /&gt;Am doar optspe' aaaani..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-7901668663883736159?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7901668663883736159/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=7901668663883736159&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7901668663883736159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7901668663883736159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/18-summers.html' title='18 summers'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-780156805652125786</id><published>2010-08-07T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T10:08:44.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pin-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indrazneala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chochin.'/><title type='text'>Pin Up Girls</title><content type='html'>Fantezii ascunse pentru barbati si manifestari artistice pop-culture! Chiar daca nu se incadreaza in tiparul 90-60-90, Pin-up girls influenteaza moda, stiluri vestimentare si... aduc putina savoare in dormitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iqRJv4tTkkY&amp;amp;hl=fr_FR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iqRJv4tTkkY&amp;amp;hl=fr_FR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4kkCdgNIos&amp;amp;hl=fr_FR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4kkCdgNIos&amp;amp;hl=fr_FR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yoPqw0dufXw&amp;amp;hl=fr_FR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yoPqw0dufXw&amp;amp;hl=fr_FR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jkbsP2dptJU&amp;amp;hl=fr_FR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jkbsP2dptJU&amp;amp;hl=fr_FR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6IodfscwMcc&amp;amp;hl=fr_FR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6IodfscwMcc&amp;amp;hl=fr_FR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce este un Pin-Up ?&lt;br /&gt;O fata pin-up sau un model pin-up este acea persoana care se lasa admirata si fotografiata in spiritul culturii pop, in scopul ilustrarii unei atitudini sau a unui curent cultural. Fetele pin-up emana o atitudine feminina ce contrasteaza adesea cu o siguranta de sine si o personalitate puternica. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidente nefericite ce implica fuste si trenciuri scurte se pot intampla lasand la vedere, in mod rusinos, lenjeria intima. Ciorapii cu banda, jartierele, curelusele sexy si sutienele nu pot fi tinute sub control indiferent de cat de mult s-ar stradui o Pin-up Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termenul de "pin-up" a inceput a fi folosit in 1941, in Anglia, cu toate ca fenomenul ilustratiilor cu femei sexy exista inca din anii 1890. Aceasta expresie face referire la fotografii, ilustratii si picturi ce infatiseaza o femeie sexy, cu forme apetisante, in situatii / pozitii comice, intreaga imagine avand o puternica incarcatura sexuala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pin-up-urile sunt considerate opere de arta, versiuni idealizate a ceea ce inseamna, in subiectivitatea unui artist si a unei culturi, frumusetea si seductia feminina. Ilustratia unei pin-up girl reflecta o atitudine si un curent cultural, emanandu-se o atitudine feminina ce contrasteaza cu siguranta de sine si personalitatea puternica. Astfel ca, pin-up girls sunt personaje ce activeaza in domenii artistice: cantarete, actrite, modele si dansatoare sau, femei puternice, cu cariera, precum asistente medicale, secretare si politiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll make him out / A real live saint / And let him prove / He really ain't! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-780156805652125786?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/780156805652125786/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=780156805652125786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/780156805652125786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/780156805652125786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/pin-up-girls.html' title='Pin Up Girls'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-4904656630831424633</id><published>2010-08-03T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T16:01:15.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albastru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='val'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adiere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moarte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speranta'/><title type='text'>Fata morgana</title><content type='html'>Fata morgana..cea cu parul blond si cu ochii azur..ai zice ca e de portelan..sta ganditoare in nisip si cauta orizontul..il priveste in ochii extrem de curajoasa si il confrunta o data cu vantul..parul ii se zbate cu brutalitate ca un leu in cusca, sta si isi asteapta 'printul'... cu o rabdare d fier si o iubire de stanca..Trec ore, trec ani, trec anotimpuri, soarele apune si rasare, ea tot asteapta rabdatoare...marea este in continua miscare, urca cate un pic in fiecare seara si ii inghite locul de asteptare..putin cate putin inima ii este inecata in lacrimi se afunda in mare iar speranta sa moare... In final asteptarea moarte are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-4904656630831424633?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4904656630831424633/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=4904656630831424633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4904656630831424633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4904656630831424633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/fata-morgana.html' title='Fata morgana'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-4766572902814316508</id><published>2010-06-24T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T08:48:04.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plaja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femeia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='privire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacanta'/><title type='text'>Ea.</title><content type='html'>Ea cea cu fruntea plină de gînduri, cu pletele în vînt, cu amintirile tulburi.. ea este femeia în sine, banală si totuşi speciala, are ochii mari pierduţi în orizont, un zambet stralucitor, o încruntare la orice raza de soare, avea buze pline si moi, are multe iubiri compromise, multe vise interzise, era geloasa pe sine, este foarte frumoasă, cu pielea'i fragedă de copil..pe un pămînt ai zice virgin, eleganta, o forma cu fond fermecator cu linii bine definite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea este femeia din oricine, acea feminitate reînnăscuta care este prezenta în cine ştie sa o valorifice, este deşteaptă, ea este naivă, este fragila, ea vrea libertate sa plece cat mai departe. Caută acel nebun de alb ce capturează, regina lui pentru veşnicie. Tanjeste de o viata, dupa iubire in fiecare dimineata.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Am plecat in mini vacanta mult asteptata pentru inceputul de vara, pupici!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-4766572902814316508?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4766572902814316508/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=4766572902814316508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4766572902814316508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4766572902814316508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/ea.html' title='Ea.'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-1650532400045896942</id><published>2010-06-24T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T03:54:55.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inghesuiala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delicat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atingere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='placere'/><title type='text'>Atins sau nu.</title><content type='html'>Aţi observat cat de greu e sa atingi un om..la propriu vorbind, nu sa îl atingi cu cuvinte si cu acţiuni pe care le faci, pur si simplu sa îl atingi. Cel mai bun exemplu care îl ştiţi cu toţii este: mijloacele de transport, bai nene cînd suntem toţi la grămada (ca numai asa se circula la noi) de nu sărim ca arşi atunci cînd simţim un centimetru de piele ca se atinge de pielea noastră, sărim de parcă am fi curentaţi, ne e frica si ne retrăgem ca ţestoasele în carapace. Ganditi-va numai cate persoane aţi atins în dea lungul ultimei luni, persoane care le-aţi atins din greşeală sau intenţionat... asa de multă frica inspiră o simpla atingere? suntem asa de fragili sau doar asa vrem sa părem, oare mă înşel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feriţi-va voi ca mie chiar îmi place, chiar dacă simt "frica" aia de care e dependentă toata lumea. Nu trebuie sa ai curaj, tupeu, nesimţire, sa faci un lucru delicat, doar atingi si nu deranjezi pe nimeni dacă asta ar fi o prima judecată.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-1650532400045896942?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1650532400045896942/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=1650532400045896942&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/1650532400045896942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/1650532400045896942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/atins-sau-nu.html' title='Atins sau nu.'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-4694783590729215948</id><published>2010-06-11T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T06:12:50.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zambete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacanta'/><title type='text'>F.U.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0zMHf7J15g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0zMHf7J15g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu e asa ca te-ai saturat sa ti-o "traga" unu si altu? &lt;br /&gt;Asta pentru inceput.. o sa iti placa! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-4694783590729215948?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4694783590729215948/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=4694783590729215948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4694783590729215948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4694783590729215948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/fu.html' title='F.U.'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-2691340629405667477</id><published>2010-06-04T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:57:53.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum te descurci in situatii penibile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://img.kudika.ro/js/quiz/8423/8423_c.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-2691340629405667477?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2691340629405667477/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=2691340629405667477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2691340629405667477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2691340629405667477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/cum-te-descurci-in-situatii-penibile.html' title='Cum te descurci in situatii penibile?'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-5748295539569015005</id><published>2010-06-03T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T13:41:27.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teapa'/><title type='text'>Mai bine urla decat sa spui ceva.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZK4qgveLlTE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZK4qgveLlTE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin momente in care iti vine sa dispari, sa te evapori in cel mai fericit caz si sa reapari cand e totul Ok.. In momentelea alea te simti singur, mintea dezgolita si inima paralizata iar ochii parca nu te mai ajuta.. parca ai spasme dar nu esti sigur, parca ai anumite gesturi care ai vrea sa le transpui si parca esti o leguma.. vrei sa deschizi gura sa spui ceva si iti dai seama ca nu ai cum, nu poti, atunci incerci sa urlii si nu iti iese nici un sunet.. poate doar ai norocul sa respiri, dar totul se termina mai repede decat ti-ai putut da seama. A venit asa de repede si a plecat ai naibii d greu.. Considerele momente in care viata ti-a tras-o!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-5748295539569015005?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5748295539569015005/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=5748295539569015005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5748295539569015005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5748295539569015005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/mai-bine-urla-decat-sa-spui-ceva.html' title='Mai bine urla decat sa spui ceva.'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-3486234118781097684</id><published>2010-06-01T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T13:03:10.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spontan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>    * Principala trasatura a caracterului meu: &lt;br /&gt;	Umorul&lt;br /&gt;    * Calitatea pe care o prefer la un barbat:&lt;br /&gt;	Curajul&lt;br /&gt;    * Calitatea pe care o prefer la o femeie: &lt;br /&gt;	Feminitatea&lt;br /&gt;    * Ce apreciez cel mai mult la prietenii mei: &lt;br /&gt;	Faptul ca sunt mereu langa mine si ma sustin in tot cea ce fac.&lt;br /&gt;    * Principalul meu defect: &lt;br /&gt;	Vorbesc foarte mult :))&lt;br /&gt;    * Ocupatia mea preferata:&lt;br /&gt;	Sa rad.&lt;br /&gt;    * Visul meu de fericire:&lt;br /&gt;	Sa fac cat mai multe in viata asta al naibii d scurta.&lt;br /&gt;    * Cea mai mare nefericire: &lt;br /&gt;	Singuratatea&lt;br /&gt;    * Ce vedeta a-ti vrea sa fiti?:&lt;br /&gt;	Nici una.. prefer sa raman asa, vedeta = scandal.&lt;br /&gt;    * Tara in care-as vrea sa traiesc:&lt;br /&gt;	Franta&lt;br /&gt;    * Culoarea preferata:&lt;br /&gt;	Turcoaz.&lt;br /&gt;    * Floarea preferata:&lt;br /&gt;	Floarea-soarelui.&lt;br /&gt;    * Pasarea prferata:&lt;br /&gt;	Flamingo.&lt;br /&gt;    * Prozatorii mei preferati : &lt;br /&gt;	Camil Petrescu, Cecilia Aherm.&lt;br /&gt;    * Poetii mei preferati:&lt;br /&gt;	Ion Minulescu, Bacovia.&lt;br /&gt;    * Eroul meu preferat:&lt;br /&gt;	Tata.&lt;br /&gt;    * Eroina mea preferata: &lt;br /&gt;	Micky.&lt;br /&gt;    * Eroina preferata din istorie :&lt;br /&gt;	Mata Hari.&lt;br /&gt;    * Ce detest cel mai mult: &lt;br /&gt;	Minciuna, prostia ma distreaza :))&lt;br /&gt;    * Fapta militara pe care o admir cel mai mult:&lt;br /&gt;	Curajul.&lt;br /&gt;    * Starea de spirit actuala:&lt;br /&gt;	Energetica, curioasa, distrata .. hihi!&lt;br /&gt;    * Devizia mea: &lt;br /&gt;	Victorie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celor care au curaj. &gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-3486234118781097684?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-5431275045236694359?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5431275045236694359/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=5431275045236694359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5431275045236694359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5431275045236694359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/iti-seamana.html' title='Iti seamana?'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-2055649648434814851</id><published>2010-05-23T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T08:51:12.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PeYdMF7V3A0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2055649648434814851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2055649648434814851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-alerg-in-jurul-lumii.html' title='what about me'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-7389448513368228549</id><published>2010-05-22T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T06:37:52.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extreme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspectie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotarare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femeie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='provocare'/><title type='text'>Studiu la fereasta..</title><content type='html'>Sa zicem ca am ajuns iara in locul acela linistit fata de care ma deschid de fiecare data.. stau la geam si iti scriu, tie iti scriu, stiu nu te cunosc, nu va cunosc dar va scriu, si ma simt al naibi de bine.&lt;br /&gt;Am stat putin si am analizat mai multe momente care mi s-au intamplat in ultima vreme.. si am ajuns la concluzia ca raspunsul intrebarilor mele sunt de fapt alte raspunsuri, raspunsuri care le cauti si le cauti si le gasesti sau nu si apoi iara le cauti si tot asa.&lt;br /&gt;Duc o lupta destul de grea cu mine, am doua jumatati, ca fiecare intreg de altfel, una trage "hais" si alta "cea", asa mi le explica tata pe cand eram inca un tanc si ma minunam pana si de stropii de ploaie. Am crescut si nu ma mai pot crede chiar un copil, deja sunt o femeie in initiere, am de cautat tot felul de rezolvari si de luat tot felul de hotarari. Am crescut si chiar imi place, ma simt destul de importanta in viata celorlalti si simt ca acum sunt capabila sa iau de una singura o hotarare pentru mine si ai mei, sa gasesc o solutie a unor probleme. Usor usor ma desprind de "dependenta" parintilor, si asta nu e chiar asa de bine, nu mai poti sa faci prostii si sa lasi totul in voia sortii si pe seama glumelor de alta data, acuma daca ai facut o gafa greu o mai repari si lasa si cicatrici.. a naibii!&lt;br /&gt;Ne formam incet incet niste femei importante ale societatii, niste femei care au un cuvant de spus, un punct de vedere al lor pe care il sustin cu toate argumentele posibile din lume, si un scop bine definit. &lt;br /&gt;Care dintre noi nu ar vrea sa aiba o viata bine pusa la punct, fara griji si fara framantari minore sau majore, dar asta e viata o maaare balta de peste, cum spune tata, greu sa te infranezi de la momeala nociva, dar si greu sa stii de la care anume.. &lt;br /&gt;Toata viata e plina de intrebari si de probleme, posibilitati si supozitii, dar asta este ea, buna rea e a noastra, o lupta continuaa dusa la nesfarsit, o lupta de cucerire a fiecarui capitol al vietii, o lupta cu intrebarile si cu raspunsurile, cu toate astea lupta in sine iti aduce o mai mare satisfactie decat rezultatul. &lt;br /&gt;Am tot ce ii trebuie unui campion, poate si de aia castig de cele mai multe ori, dar am si slabiciunile firii care totusi imi dau o oarecare siguranta pe care nu am de gand sa o impart cu nimeni. Am sa lupt pentru tot, cum am facut si pana acum chiar daca in unele cazuri mai sunt si dezamagiri. E firesc in viata sa ai momente in care esti doar tu si cu tine, chiar daca ai multi oameni in jurul tau care tin la tine, viata ii mai sperie si ii pune pe fuga. &lt;br /&gt;Tu nu trebuie sa fugi de ea, fugi dupa viata si arata-i ca tu alergi mai tare ca ea! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-7389448513368228549?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7389448513368228549/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=7389448513368228549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7389448513368228549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7389448513368228549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/studiu-la-fereasta.html' title='Studiu la fereasta..'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-867909160811589595</id><published>2010-05-20T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:15:35.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3qb-hWUE7-A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3qb-hWUE7-A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allez danse, danse, vient dans mes bras,&lt;br /&gt;Allez tourne, tourne, reste avec moi,&lt;br /&gt;Allez partons vite si tu veux bien, dès le jour,&lt;br /&gt;Le soleil brille très haut tu sais,&lt;br /&gt;Mais j’aime ça, je t’attendais&lt;br /&gt;Alors partons vite si tu veux bien, Sans retour…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rit plus fort et parle-moi&lt;br /&gt;De nos projets, de nos rêves tout ça&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi la main, embrasse-moi, mon amour&lt;br /&gt;Le temps comme ami, moi je veux bien&lt;br /&gt;Mais les amis ça va, ça vient,&lt;br /&gt;Alors partons vite brûler le jour et la nuit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-867909160811589595?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/867909160811589595/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=867909160811589595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/867909160811589595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/867909160811589595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/poiana.html' title='Poiana'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-3419580243579200919</id><published>2010-05-17T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:58:33.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Madly Deeply Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S_Gpxo4KCtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DkqYICpmPgU/s1600/walk_on_clouds_by_Childish_Hatred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S_Gpxo4KCtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DkqYICpmPgU/s200/walk_on_clouds_by_Childish_Hatred.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472341692483504850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da sunt aici si Da, te voi ajuta, te voi imbarbata si te voi impinge sa lupti si iti voi repeta continuu "Nu te lasa!". &lt;br /&gt;El ti-a oferit tot ce poti avea, tot ce ti-ai dorit o data..s-a implinit, ti-a oferit clipe si lacrimi de fericire, de uimire, de tristete, de nervi, de dorinta. Te-a lasat sa visezi alaturi de el si ti-a aratat cum sa indeplinesti tot ce iti doresti. Te-a lasat sa intri in lumea lui sa o atingi si sa iti doresti sa fii mereu acolo pentru el, si tot el te-a invatat totul despre pericol, adrenalina, si rezistenta. Ti-a aratat drumul spre luna si inapoi numai ca tu ti-ai dorit ceva doar al tau.. ai gresit enorm ca l-ai refuzat, ti-ai ratat niste clipe pe care nu le mai poti obtine asa usor de la cineva.. la inceput nici nu te atragea, era un baiat de bani gata , ingamfat si plictisitor care mai facea si pe "baiatul rau".. dar te-a provocat si ai gustat din ce ti-a dat, ai devenit "micuta lui" si te-a protejat, desi te-a si pus in pericol in multe situatii totusi ti-a fost alaturi si te-a ajutat. Ti-a luat ceva timp sa iti dai seama cum sta treaba, iar asta nu cred ca se intampla daca stiai sa vorbesti, cum sa vorbesti si mai ales cu cine.. te-ai indeparta de cei ce te puteau ajuta si pluteai in spatiul tau. Niciodata nu am crezut ca o sa iti cada in asa fel cu tronc.. da sunt si foarte bucuroasa ca s-a intamplat, si si suferit dar ai invatat cum sa te lupti.. iar acum ceri ajutor sa rezisti. stii ce ai de facut! ti-am repetat de mii de ori, sparge gheatsa si infruntal, nu exista "nu am cum sa vorbesc cu el, nu am cum sa il mai am inapoi" si doar tie ti-e frica.. da'o naibii de frica.. te lasi calcata in picioare de provocarile vietii? Parca tipa care mi-o amintesc io nu lasa nimic sa ii stea in cale iar acum s-a dizolvat sau ce?? Revinua-ti domisoara!! Fugi, urla, zambeste, loveste si prinde-ti printul de mana, saruta'l si aratai ce iti doresti cu adevarat, iar poate de data asta nu o sa il mai sperii. te cunosc, stiu ca poti, stiu ce iti doresti, si stiu ca esti un fel de "eu". O sa iti fiu alaturi si o sa iti au mereu un sut atunci cand nu ai curaj sa avansezi sau sa iei trenul provocarii, dar o sa fiu acolo si cand o sa cazi din piedicile multora si o sa te ajut sa te ridici. &lt;br /&gt;Poti sa incepi sa fugi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-3419580243579200919?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3419580243579200919/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=3419580243579200919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3419580243579200919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3419580243579200919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/truly-madly-deeply-do.html' title='Truly Madly Deeply Do'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S_Gpxo4KCtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DkqYICpmPgU/s72-c/walk_on_clouds_by_Childish_Hatred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-3790129226892360674</id><published>2010-05-10T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:22:13.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fierbinte.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puternic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='element'/><title type='text'>Sunt Foc..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S-hqa62E2sI/AAAAAAAAARM/wa5pTtOWt2c/s1600/fire_by_NadyaBird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S-hqa62E2sI/AAAAAAAAARM/wa5pTtOWt2c/s200/fire_by_NadyaBird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469738758146677442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Sunt &lt;b&gt;Foc&lt;/b&gt;, stiu sigur ca sunt, mai bine decat orice altceva. Pentru ca simt pasiunea arzand in mine atunci cand iubesc, pentru ca scanteile imi trosnesc in stomac, iar caldura imi alunga somnul, foamea si setea. Sunt Foc pentru ca nu pot concepe lumea fara acele flacari care te perpelesc prin interior si-ti dau un sens in viata, un drum, un scop pentru care sa respiri."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-3790129226892360674?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3790129226892360674/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=3790129226892360674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3790129226892360674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3790129226892360674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunt-foc.html' title='Sunt Foc..'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S-hqa62E2sI/AAAAAAAAARM/wa5pTtOWt2c/s72-c/fire_by_NadyaBird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-7941366078679412844</id><published>2010-04-29T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T15:09:47.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbat'/><title type='text'>Tu peux choisir</title><content type='html'>Da si noi am vrea un barbat care sa ne iubesca pentru felul in care aratam si sa fie innebunit dupa noi cand ne vad.. iar asta e motiv de mandrie, nu sa il faci p gagicatu' misogin ca iti trage o palma la popo.. sau un tip care se descurca in societate, amuzant pana la refuz, sa aiba puterea sa te suceasca intr-o secunda, sa iti intoarca vorbele cat ai clipii ( chiar daca zicem ca uram.. de fapt adoram chestia asta), sa ne mai aduca cu picioarele pe pamant, care sa mearga la cumparaturi si sa fie calm pana in punctul in care tu trebuie sa te decizi intre doua lucruri si te fastacesti iar el iti zice scur si la obiect ce "da" si ce "nu", cand te ajuta sa faci ceva important penrtu tine iar tu sa il recompensezi cum stii tu mai bine, sau sa stinga o criza de certuri printr-o partida incendiara de sex, sa te prezinte prietenilor lui in asa fel incat sa te duci cu ei la meciurile de footbal pe stadion, sa nu ii fie frica de provocari si adrenalina,sa se dea cu sania p zapada si sa nu ii fie frica d caini, sau sa fie dispus cateodata sa iti asculte problemele, sau sa fure o floare pentru tine decat sa o cumpere, sa fie dispus uneori sa iti aculte toate tampeniile care ti le-a facut seful tau in ultimul timp, sa nu te judece cand ai chef sa vezi o pelicula romantica/ comedie si sa stie momentul exact ca trebuie sa te sperie atunci cand va uitati la un film de groaza si tu sa ii sari in btare, sa fie capabil sa te vada ca fiind o tipa unica, sa te sunstina in legatura cu deciziile care le iei, sa aiba ambitie si creier p care sa il si foloseasca, iar memorie nu va cerem pentru ca stim ca nu aveti :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mersi Dani pentru inspiratie :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-7941366078679412844?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7941366078679412844/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=7941366078679412844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7941366078679412844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7941366078679412844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/tu-peux-choisir.html' title='Tu peux choisir'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-3444138511847876104</id><published>2010-04-25T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:00:15.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umbrela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apus'/><title type='text'>Pana cand?!</title><content type='html'>Te-ai gandit vreo data cum e sa zbori cu o umbrela rosie pe taramul tau preferat, sa ai intrebari care au raspuns imediat, sau sa te indragostesti fara sa iti doresti?&lt;br /&gt;M-am plimbat ieri cu umbrela prin Bucuresti. O zi placuta cu un apus ca cel de dupa o furtuna naravasa, pluteam printre oameni, ganduri, dorinte.. toti erau preocupati de actiunile lor, se grabeau. I incercau pe cat de mult posibil sa fie neobservati.. unii ieseau repede la terasa din coltul strazii sa bea o cafea cu o persoana cu care posibil va incheia o "afacere", unii isi plimbau cainele, de fapt il alergau, altii copii, pe care de asemenea ii grabeau iar cand li se facea mila de saracul micut, il aruncau in brate sa le fie mai usor.. nici de cum sa ii stranga tare in brate, sa ii sarute pe frunte si sa le spuna un cuvant dulce. Altii se certau, se bateau, se sarutau, faceau dragoste, iertau dar nu uitau, isi reaminteau cu alta ocazie si toooot asa.. altii traiau in reverie continua dar bolnava, alti traiau doar ca sa moara..&lt;br /&gt;Se intampla atat de multe lucruri in jurul nostru si noi suntem atat de preocupati de alte lucruri minore uitam de cele majore.. uitam sa privim si sa ne dorim, sa luptam si sa reusim, uitam ca suntem oameni si cu timpul ne "degradam" iar ocaziile dispar una cate una asa cum au si aparut.&lt;br /&gt;Batranii satau in diferite locuri ale orasului pe o banca singurei sau plimbandu-se de mana in parcuri, in cel mai fericit caz, cu marea dragoste alaturi... privind viata lor dinaintea ochilor dupa care realizeaza ceea ce trebuia sa realizam fiecare dintre noi mai devreme.&lt;br /&gt;Tot asa zilele se termina pe rand si fara intoarcere, un alt apus, un alt rasarit, o alta zii, o noua aventura.&lt;br /&gt;Viata e o scena iar noi simpli spectatori.&lt;br /&gt;Pana cand??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-3444138511847876104?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3444138511847876104/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=3444138511847876104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3444138511847876104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3444138511847876104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/pana-cand.html' title='Pana cand?!'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-4348102796784167856</id><published>2010-04-15T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T15:21:19.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leapsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cunoastere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veselie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turcoaz'/><title type='text'>Ce'as fi fost daca..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Este un articol gasit pe unu din blogurile "rasfoite".. pare o idee puerila.. dar jocul te descopera si te acopera intr-o mare parte. Pe mine cel putin m-a castigat ca "fan" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram o lună din calendar, aş fi fost...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;august&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram o zi a săptămânii, aş fi fost….&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;luni&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram o parte a zilei, aş fi fost….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;noaptea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram un animal marin, aş fi fost…&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;delfin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram o direcţie, aş fi fost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;înainte&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram o virtute, aş fi fost...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;sinceritatea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram o personalitate istorică, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mata Hari&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram o planeta, aş fi fost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Soarele&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram un lichid, aş fi fost….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tequila&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram o piatră, aş fi fost….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rubin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram o pasăre, aş fi fost….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;bufniţă&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram o plantă, aş fi fost….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;floarea-soarelui&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram un tip de vreme, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;însorită&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram o emoţie, aş fi fost….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tentaţie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram un sunet, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;glasul mării&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram un element, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;foc&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dacă eram un cântec, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Meredith Brooks - Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dacă eram un film, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Love me if you dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dacă eram o carte, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;11 minute - Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dacă eram un personaj, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dacă eram un oraş, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dacă eram un gust, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;picant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dacă eram o culoare, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;turcoaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dacă eram un cuvânt, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;zâmbet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dacă eram o parte a corpului, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;buze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dacă eram o expresie a feţei, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;veselă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dacă eram un personaj de desene animate, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Simba(regele leu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dacă eram o formă, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;un pătrat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dacă eram un numar aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dacă eram un mijloc de transport, aş fi fost….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;avion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dacă eram un articol vestimentar, aş fi fost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;cămaşă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-4348102796784167856?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4348102796784167856/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=4348102796784167856&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4348102796784167856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4348102796784167856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/ceas-fi-fost-daca.html' title='Ce&apos;as fi fost daca..'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-71678122358864700</id><published>2010-03-25T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:36:41.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alte intrebari? Alte raspunsuri!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Barbatii sunt simpli… femeile nu sunt simple si intotdeauna presupun ca barbatii sunt la fel de complicati ca si ele, doar ca mai misteriosi. Esenta intregii chestiuni e ca barbatii nu gandesc prea mult. Sunt ceea ce par a fi. Tragic.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi e foarte ok.. noi femeile suntem ipocrite si nu recunostem ceea c simtim cu adevarat ne ascundem dupa absolut toate degetele si ii lasam p EI mereu sa ne impresioneza, ii chinuim, ii manipulam, ii transformam in c ne convine p moment.. apoi ajungem la concluzia ca... nu au potential. Tragic :))!&lt;br /&gt;Totusi sunt o mica-femeie si imi stiu greselile, le recunosc si declar faptul ca e extrem d placut, incitant, incantator si c mai vreti voi sa iti stii sub control un barbat. Intrii in mintea lui ca intr-o casa veche si ce faci? Incepi sa faci curat..incerci sa schimbi totul in favoarea ta si sa o detronezi intru'totul p fosta, saraca!! Cata bataie d cap, cata truda si cat de complicat.. p cand Ei sunt..ei. Simpli si dezgoliti, isi exprima sentimete, trairi si momente d fericire in momentul in care o simt.. nu isi fac probleme multiple, sunt poate ingrijorati..."Oare o sa fiu mai bun decat fostu'?" Dar asta nu ii opreste si nu ii schimba cu nimic sa isi arate valoarea.. stiu sa se "vanda" si sa impresioneze. P cand noi doamnele... ne comportam ca niste mimoze. Trezitiva femeilor si realizati c trebuie sa realizati, nu mai schimbati p nimeni si iubiti c e creat! Atata truda pentru nimic...iar atunci cand va cade ceru in cap si realizati ca ati perdut dati vina in totalitate p ei, desi ei saracii sunt satui si pur si simplu nu le mai pasa.. iar voi ati trait alaturi de el scriind basmele vietii voastre desi erati constiente ca e un fals. Ati continuat sa va dati cu capul d perete desi stiati ca e "gata".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vre'un dezacord?!!?? sa aud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-71678122358864700?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/71678122358864700/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=71678122358864700&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/71678122358864700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/71678122358864700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/alte-intrebari-alte-raspunsuri.html' title='Alte intrebari? Alte raspunsuri!'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-4627230798017757711</id><published>2010-02-16T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T11:08:14.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stii?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt;Ce sunt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt;emotiile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-4627230798017757711?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4627230798017757711/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=4627230798017757711&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4627230798017757711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4627230798017757711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/stii.html' title='Stii?'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-2548462842352792672</id><published>2010-02-16T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T11:09:59.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do u?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S3rscA5kSUI/AAAAAAAAAPY/G1gf4n-Pwdo/s1600-h/IMG_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S3rscA5kSUI/AAAAAAAAAPY/G1gf4n-Pwdo/s200/IMG_0936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438919466025240898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- De ce mă urmăreşti atât de intens cu privirea..?&lt;br /&gt;-Mişcările tale.. pur şi simplu...&lt;br /&gt;-...&lt;br /&gt;-Mirosul pieli tale, al părului, atata graţie, buzele.. zâmbetul acela..&lt;br /&gt;-Ce este cu ele..?&lt;br /&gt;-Uite şi aluniţa din stânga buzei superioare!&lt;br /&gt;-Pari mândru!..&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru că eşti a mea!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-2548462842352792672?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2548462842352792672/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=2548462842352792672&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2548462842352792672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2548462842352792672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-u.html' title='Do u?'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S3rscA5kSUI/AAAAAAAAAPY/G1gf4n-Pwdo/s72-c/IMG_0936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-3169877499014301548</id><published>2010-02-07T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:04:14.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cea a nimanui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S29GpUDDbTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AXqdNErbrng/s1600-h/state_of_blur_by_wQheartbeats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S29GpUDDbTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AXqdNErbrng/s200/state_of_blur_by_wQheartbeats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435640950829575474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;chiar si asa.. sunt a nimanui..nici macar a mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;nimeni al meu, eu a nimanui..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;totul nu e nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;uita tot ce'a fost pentru ca nu a existat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;am fost ai nimanui..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;cu toate astea viata pe toti ne-a acceptat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-3169877499014301548?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3169877499014301548/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=3169877499014301548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3169877499014301548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3169877499014301548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/cea-nimanui.html' title='cea a nimanui'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S29GpUDDbTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AXqdNErbrng/s72-c/state_of_blur_by_wQheartbeats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-6411622575292706407</id><published>2010-02-07T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:38:02.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nu conteaza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ei credeau ca... nimic. s-au inselat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-6411622575292706407?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6411622575292706407/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=6411622575292706407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6411622575292706407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6411622575292706407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/nu-conteaza.html' title='nu conteaza'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-7738749057163394934</id><published>2010-01-11T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:58:32.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S0uTXc_EIhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1FkSiTRtYSY/s1600-h/Glamour_Girl_by_Braq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S0uTXc_EIhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1FkSiTRtYSY/s200/Glamour_Girl_by_Braq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425592207224873490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Te trezesti si nu iti vine sa crezi cand  o vezi langa tine.. Cand deschide pleoapele grele de somn, iti zambeste adormita, parul ciufulit care i se preteaza foarte bine in orice moment. O privesti cu o duiosie inexplicabila. Vrei sa o protejezi de toate si de toti, nu incetezi sa o mangai si sa ii alinti pielea alba si fina... iti e frica la fiecare atingere sa nu se topeasca precum zapada la vederea soarelui. Ti se opreste inima si simti ca a ei bate detul pentru voi. Ea nu poate sa vada toate astea prin ochii tai dar tu stii cat de uimitoare este.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Poate ca nu stie dar ma innebunit...&lt;br /&gt;miss u M. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-7738749057163394934?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7738749057163394934/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=7738749057163394934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7738749057163394934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7738749057163394934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/1st-step.html' title='1st Step'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S0uTXc_EIhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1FkSiTRtYSY/s72-c/Glamour_Girl_by_Braq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-5167380358233170308</id><published>2010-01-10T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:10:11.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tu ce crezi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"Tinerii isi schimba gandurile foarte des... deoarece cred ca au tot timpul din lume. De cele mai multe ori , moartea ne ia inainte sa cunoastem iubirea. Pentru ca atunci cand iubirea era in fata noastra, eram prea preocupati sa o gasim in alta parte ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-5167380358233170308?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5167380358233170308/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=5167380358233170308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5167380358233170308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5167380358233170308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/tu-ce-crezi.html' title='tu ce crezi?'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-4376486631722561013</id><published>2010-01-06T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T02:49:50.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zambete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ploaie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotie'/><title type='text'>Actul II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S0TYzZFzB1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/gu4_0Wd2NKI/s1600-h/3304490dc03cdada1b7305c263cc1a71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S0TYzZFzB1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/gu4_0Wd2NKI/s200/3304490dc03cdada1b7305c263cc1a71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423698228681049938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Martie. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primele zile din luna Martie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Erau in padurea de salcami din spatele casei.... se plimbau tinandu-se de mana, leganandu-si trupurile in bataile vantului. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ea purta paltonul ei de culoarea rosu aprins, luat de el la inceputul primaverii pentru ea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Luna amara de azinoapte se dizolvase la vederea soarelui portocaliu deschis. Dimineata se pierduse si ea in asternuturile curate, ziua o pierdu-se-ra plimbandu-se prin vecinatate.&lt;br /&gt;Inserarea isi punea amprenta putin cate putin, aerul se racea si norii se scuturau de lacrimi pure ce veneau pe neanuntate. Ea era purtata de val si dansa printre salcami, ridica mainile, se invartea, fredona...zambea. El o privea cum se zbenguia ca un cristal de nisip in vant, ii parea plina lumea, o admira ca si cum ar fi descoperit-o pe loc, iar culorile ii jucau alaturi de ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ploaia a inceput, i-a prins nepregatiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;El fuge catre ea, o prinde de mana si fuge alaturi de ea spre casa. Erau fiecare cate o jumatete a intregului creeat de ei.&lt;br /&gt;Luminile erau stinse.. doar focul din semineu ii mai urmarea, se simteau amutiti. Poate ca acela era unul din momentele in care numai e loc de cuvinte..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ploaia ii clatise. Erau curati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;El se apropie si ii atinge parul ud, ea ii raspunde cu un zambet iar el ii multumeste lui Dumnezeu pentru Zeita aceea. Ei s-au gasit si s-au iubit din prima clipa neincetat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ajuta sa isi dea paltonul jos si o saruta pe frunte. Ea era agitata si emotionata. Fata isi desface nasturii de la camasa de matare si o lasa sa se prelinga pe formele dezvelite. El se ocupa de camasa lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Stateau acum unul in fata celuilalt.. se cautau cu privirea. Se simteau mai plin ca niciodata desi erau goi. Erau dezbracati de secrete.. acum era secretul lor, intimitatea lor. Erau uzi iar apa din par li se scurgea pe piele, isi cresta carari si o luau la vale.&lt;br /&gt;Lumina focului le mangaia pielea si le-o incalzea.. se infierbanta. Se atingeau sfios si se priveau timid. Ea fata firava si dragastoasa, El baiatul grijuliu ce explora un pamant necunoscut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Soarele i-a adunat din asternuturile pline de secrete si le-a mangaiat cu duiosie pielea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jumatatile s-au intregit..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-4376486631722561013?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4376486631722561013/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=4376486631722561013&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4376486631722561013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4376486631722561013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/actul-ii.html' title='Actul II'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/S0TYzZFzB1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/gu4_0Wd2NKI/s72-c/3304490dc03cdada1b7305c263cc1a71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-2045919181776319219</id><published>2009-12-28T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T02:50:37.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actul I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SzlC5fNaPLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KpbzdGF3kv0/s1600-h/_HoneyWalk__by_fal_name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SzlC5fNaPLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KpbzdGF3kv0/s200/_HoneyWalk__by_fal_name.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420437181914823858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Noiembrie.&lt;br /&gt;Duminica seara.. dupa o ploaie de sfarsit...&lt;br /&gt;Ura ziua asta. Ura toate duminicile, ura ordinea, ura graba, ura singuratatea, ura monotonul. Si totusi era singura in parc, pe o banca verde, cu patura de frunze la picioare si cu gandul departe. Statea pur si simplu si privea, admira, se gandea nu stia la ce... sau cel putin nu vroia sa stie la ce..&lt;br /&gt;Ii placea sa numere stelele de pe cer, facea asta in fiecare noapte si le aduna de fiecare data le scadea... le invartea.. vroia sa stie cate stele sunt pe cer. Aerul o apasa de aceasta data, sufla greu... ofta. Era trista si indurerata, simtea ca lipseste ceva.. vroia sa se regaseasca. Era fascinata de stele, de frunze, de ceata, de luna, de magie,  de oameni.&lt;br /&gt;Vantul adia.. se juca in parul ei si cu o rautate inexplicabila i-a azvarlit departe manusa ce zacea in poala. Speriata s-a ridicat sa o prinda.. dar in graba initiala nu a constientizat prezenta persoanei de pe alee. Manusa s-a oprit la picioarele...lui. El s-a aplecat, a ridicat-o si i-a inmanat-o. Ea i-a zambit inocent si a spus "multumesc". El a raspuns cu un zambet. Ea l-a invitat p banca iar el i s-a alaturat.&lt;br /&gt;Doi necunoscuti s-au intalnit si si-au povestit... atat de mult incat timpul nu le-a mai fost de ajutor...&lt;br /&gt;S-au despartit dupa multa vreme si si-au promis ca se vor mai revedea.. El era mai trist ca ea.. suferea.&lt;br /&gt;Trei duminici la rand ea se ducea in acel parc, se aseza pe acea banca, cu manusile in poala si il astepta. A treia oara si-a facut aparitia. I-a zambit si i-a cerut voie sa i se alature. Ea s-a ridicat, la prins de mana si au plecat.... In capatul aleii primul sarut a fost furat iar cei doi, in ceata deasa, s-au evaporat....&lt;br /&gt;Necunoscultul le aprtine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-2045919181776319219?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2045919181776319219/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=2045919181776319219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2045919181776319219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2045919181776319219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/actul-i.html' title='Actul I'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SzlC5fNaPLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KpbzdGF3kv0/s72-c/_HoneyWalk__by_fal_name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-6598867964158990315</id><published>2009-12-28T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T15:17:42.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Szk8erbGdfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3f-rrYduYOI/s1600-h/one_rainy_day_by_estellamestella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Szk8erbGdfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3f-rrYduYOI/s200/one_rainy_day_by_estellamestella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420430124267238898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ai magia in degete... scuturi din ele si imi alungi teama... de fiecare data cand sunt alaturi de tine ma faci sa ma reflectez in acei doi ochi cafenii.. tot ce vad e chipul tau, tot ce vreau e atingerea ta, trezeste-ma cu sarutarea ta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi aduc aminte de felul in care arati... dansezi prin visele mele, mi-e greu sa imi imaginezi zambetul tau dar sa nu il pot vedea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am nevoie de tine.. sa ma vezi asa cum te vad eu pe tine.... cand ma trezesc in mijlocul visului cautandu-te si.... Tot ce vreau e sa iti vad chipul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Miss u BB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-6598867964158990315?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6598867964158990315/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=6598867964158990315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6598867964158990315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6598867964158990315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/magic.html' title='Magic'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Szk8erbGdfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3f-rrYduYOI/s72-c/one_rainy_day_by_estellamestella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-5906950441527970519</id><published>2009-12-24T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:40:33.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>atat de multe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SzO1foQrX1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/tJ89domMu5g/s1600-h/IMG_1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SzO1foQrX1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/tJ89domMu5g/s200/IMG_1588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418874331644780370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Candva.... am strigat de bucurie. am tipat de furie. am plans de fericire. am tremurat de nervi. am fost dezamagita de persoanele la care nici nu ma asteptam. am iubit pe cine nici nu ma gandeam. i-am dat libertate acelui caruia nu trebuia sa ii dau. am zambit chiar si atunci cand plangeam. am visat chiar si atunci cand nu mai era nimic. am sperat atunci cand nu aveam la ce. am lutat pentru orice. am obtinut tot. am fost luata in brate si fara sa zic, atunci cand aveam nevoie. am iubit si am fost iubita. am suferit si mi-am revenit. am invatat sa fiu tare in fata oricui. am invatat sa ma ajut singura. am avut oamenii importanti in viata mea. am prieteni care ma iubesc. am plans uitandu-ma la fotografii. am facut rime. am dat un telefon doar pentru ai asculta vocea... m-am indragostit de acea privire. am iubit misterul. am furat saruturi si le-am inapoiat....mi s-a intamplat sa cad dar sa ma ridic si sa continui. am crescut in ochii multora. mi-am cerut scuze atunci cand am gresit. am invatat multe lectii si am dat. am incercat sa reneg amintirile.. dar a fost in zadar. am incercat sa uit persoane dar mi-am dat seama ca e imposibil. am dansat in ploaie. m-am simtit singura printre o multime de persoane..doar pentru ca lipcea acea persoana. se intampla sa ma inrosesc in obraji in momentele in care ma simt stanjenita. am invatat ca prima iubire e pentru totdeauna.... am invatat sa privesc in ochii tai si sa ma vad pe mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-5906950441527970519?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5906950441527970519/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=5906950441527970519&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5906950441527970519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5906950441527970519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/atat-de-multe.html' title='atat de multe...'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SzO1foQrX1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/tJ89domMu5g/s72-c/IMG_1588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-4607873644996276588</id><published>2009-12-23T10:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:05:39.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prettiest Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rIZmDHPqGl4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rIZmDHPqGl4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crezi oare ca esti in stare sa pretuiesti ce ai reusit sa mai culegi dupa furtuna provocata de tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dovedeste-mi ca ai curaj.... si ca e nedrept cand te fac las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-4607873644996276588?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4607873644996276588/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=4607873644996276588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4607873644996276588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4607873644996276588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/prettiest-friend_23.html' title='Prettiest Friend'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-6161355360886210064</id><published>2009-12-21T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:41:34.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>parfum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sy_kuKg5J6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/X3upZ54wyLM/s1600-h/IMG_1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sy_kuKg5J6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/X3upZ54wyLM/s200/IMG_1631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417800358497429410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;vin spre tine. tu te gandesti la mine. ma apropii de tine. te ating. te ametesc. te otravesc cu parfum si apoi plec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ne imprastiem parfumul si apoi plecam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;otrava sau mister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-6161355360886210064?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6161355360886210064/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=6161355360886210064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6161355360886210064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6161355360886210064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/parfum.html' title='parfum'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sy_kuKg5J6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/X3upZ54wyLM/s72-c/IMG_1631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-8381148832523538705</id><published>2009-12-16T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:06:54.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scriei Mosului</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;E un concurs foarte funny, pentru toata lumea, cuminti/rai ... nu conteaza. Scrie-ti si veti vedea parerea Mosului ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sa va vedem dorintele. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Clik pe titlu for it! :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-8381148832523538705?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://takeawildguess.wordpress.com/2009/12/16/concurs-tu-ce-vrei-sa-ti-aduca-mosu/' title='Scriei Mosului'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8381148832523538705/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=8381148832523538705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8381148832523538705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8381148832523538705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/scriei-mosului.html' title='Scriei Mosului'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-2929164384515117732</id><published>2009-12-15T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:18:23.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life.bitche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SygZGxqE3LI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yKjCU6yS4Ec/s1600-h/IMG_1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SygZGxqE3LI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yKjCU6yS4Ec/s200/IMG_1484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415606156112747698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;dezbraca.ma.de.aripi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;fumeaza.mi.respiratia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;explozie.de.erotism.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusta-mi.tensiunea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;descurajeaza-mi speranta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;otraveste.ma.cu parfum.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;uraste.mi.dragostea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunt.bine.asa.cum.sunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-2929164384515117732?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2929164384515117732/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=2929164384515117732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2929164384515117732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2929164384515117732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/lifebitche.html' title='life.bitche'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SygZGxqE3LI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yKjCU6yS4Ec/s72-c/IMG_1484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-1758589106514296586</id><published>2009-12-15T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:29:26.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Citeste asta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Chiar nu am chef in seara asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;O tara a ipocritilooor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Chiar vreau sa te duci naibi si sa ma lasi in pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Chiar vreau sa ai parte de ce mi-ai oferit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Cat de greu iti e ma nene sa te faci invizibil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Chiar e atat de greu sa iti pese si de sentimentele altora nu numai de ale tale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Chiar vrei sa imi arati ca la varsta ta nu ai nici mintea mea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Hai frate... trezeste-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Cum ba nene sa sa ai o masca atat de curata incat sa nu o detectez ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Chiar nu imi pasa ca sunt naiva, chiar traiesc bine... chiar imi place viata mea, chiar am vorbit serios in randurile d mai sus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;De ce te fac "las"? Hai sa iti spun eu "de ce". Pentru ca esti. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Stiu ca vreau multe dar chiar vreau sa citesti asta ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;O relatie fantoma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;S-a terminat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-1758589106514296586?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1758589106514296586/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=1758589106514296586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/1758589106514296586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/1758589106514296586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/citeste-asta.html' title='Citeste asta.'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-56005782714718408</id><published>2009-12-15T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:01:13.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Frumos cel Poznas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="topic_title"&gt;        &lt;h2 style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quiz: Ce Fat Frumos ti se potriveste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Fat Frumos cel Poznas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Unele fete viseaza la diamante si croaziere alaturi de printul lor, altele vor sa fie salvate si protejate de iubitul lor, tu visezi la un printisor care sa te faca sa razi. Bineinteles ca frumusetea e un avantaj pentru ca asta iti atrage privirea intr-un prim moment. Insa printisorul tau te va cuceri cu un simt al umorului foarte bine dezvoltat si cu un zambet contagios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegerea ta spune multe despre tine. Esti o fata descurcareata si increzatoare in fortele proprii asa ca nu ai nevoie de cineva care sa te “salveze”. Stii ca orice s-ar intampla, tu cazi in picioare. De aceea iti doresti ca barbatul de langa tine e sa iti bucure ochii dupa o zi grea si sa iti insenineze zilele cu glumele lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printisorul tau e pus intotdeauna pe sotii insa stie cand sa se opreasca. E inconjurat tot timpul de prieteni si e foarte apropiat de ei. In adancul sufletului stii ca un barbat care are prieteni adevarati intelege valoarea relatiilor interumane. Prin urmare, stii ca te apreciaza pentru ceea ce esti si considera relatia voastra unul dintre cele mai bune lucruri care i s-au intamplat. Iti dai seama ca repertoriul de glume ascunde o minte ascutita, o capacitatea enorma de ironie si auto-ironie si un pic de timiditate prelucrata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-56005782714718408?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/56005782714718408/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=56005782714718408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/56005782714718408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/56005782714718408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/fat-frumos-cel-poznas.html' title='Fat Frumos cel Poznas'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-7923044490891548722</id><published>2009-12-13T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:59:57.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>little secrets^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;10 ciudatenii ale mele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;~tin sus si tare ca vreau sa dorm singura... si atunci cand mi se indeplineste dorinta, imi adun toate plushurile pe langa mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;~imi place moaca mea dimineata :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;~deschid frigideru fara motiv.... ma uit, inchid si merg mai departe. [cred ca e un tic]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;~sunt nehotarata si imi place sa ma decid pe loc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;~chia daca imi e frica de ceva... fac, pentru ca sunt curioasa de consecinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;~multi prieteni mi-au spus ca o sa mor razand :| :)) [ma cam sperie chestia asta]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;~imi place sa ma uit la Harry Potter in fiecare iarna :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;~am observat ca sunt un bun sfatuitor dar pt mine nu aplic nimic... asa ca le scriu si le citesc ca si cum altcineva mi le-ar spune [poate functioneaza...stiti si voi..incercarea moarte n'are:)) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;~ am mouse'ul la fel ca al lui Irs. :)) [ difera culoarea]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;~ imi place sa imi lipesc p pereti tot felu de hartiute cu versuri, citate, sau replici dragute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merge catre : Alla , Sendy, Happy Story, Ioana:), Lizzy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-7923044490891548722?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7923044490891548722/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=7923044490891548722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7923044490891548722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7923044490891548722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-secrets.html' title='little secrets^'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-3326662315345878161</id><published>2009-12-07T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:24:55.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scorgisoara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fulg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atingere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluturi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catiulita'/><title type='text'>All I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sx1keNxFmTI/AAAAAAAAANw/XLmK6Zkk_GA/s1600-h/Fly_in_the_air_by_NekowH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sx1keNxFmTI/AAAAAAAAANw/XLmK6Zkk_GA/s200/Fly_in_the_air_by_NekowH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412592797423606066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e iarna. am nevoie de aceasta iarna. am nevoie de spiritul craciunului. am nevoie de momentul in care impodobim bradul impreuna in seara de ajun. am nevoie de trosnetul lemnelor ce ard cu atata foc in semineu. am nevoie de cele doua personaje ce se tin in brate si isi beau ciocolata calda. vreau sa vad luminitele si candelutele aprinse oferind o lumina difuza si calda. am nevoie de aroma de scortisoara si mar copt.  am nevoie d clinchetul clopoteilor ca semnal de trezire. am nevoie de momentele in care ne trezim si face intrecere pana la poalele bradului sa ne descoperim micile cadouri... iar apoi ne dam seama ca adevaratele cadouri suntem ...noi, unu langa celalalt respirand acelasi aer si jucandu-ne ca niste copii. am nevoie d sarutarea d dimineata. am nevoie de bataie cu zapada din dimineata de craciun in care iti place sa fugim prin zapada si sa ne inghete mainile si apoi sa ni le incalzim reciproc. am nevoie de o caciulita, un fular si o pereche d manusi noi ca sa nu ma mai plang ca imi e frig. am nevoie de momentele in care cred ca visele prind viata. am nevoie de o iarna cu tine. I don't need a present baby cuz' U are. All I want for Christmas is u! Santa Clouse make me happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-3326662315345878161?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3326662315345878161/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=3326662315345878161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3326662315345878161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3326662315345878161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want.html' title='All I want'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sx1keNxFmTI/AAAAAAAAANw/XLmK6Zkk_GA/s72-c/Fly_in_the_air_by_NekowH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-5484415194862944993</id><published>2009-12-03T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:57:32.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in love with 'Christmas'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sxg0HoNamEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/sdGKoOJPcM0/s1600-h/dbbcf888954806ce35acb7a3f9527d6f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sxg0HoNamEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/sdGKoOJPcM0/s200/dbbcf888954806ce35acb7a3f9527d6f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411132257943066690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ajun de Craciun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;luminite, milka, mos craciun, miros d mar copt cu scortisoara/portocale, turta dulce, mirosul aerului rece, stelutele de gheata ingrijit ornate, lumina calda, focul din soba, trosnetul lemnului, cana de vin fiert, cutiute si ambalaje multi-colorate, cantecele dragute, clinchetul clopoteilor, aroma de vanilie, globuletele asorate, bradul , combinatia de grena cu rosu, sosetelele pufoase, caciulitele si fularele colorate, colindele cantate in fata semineului, nasul si obrajii imbujorati, dorintele implinite, vise care prind viata.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;dragostea prinde viata in natura moarta si inghetata... iar in inimile noastre tresar scanteia iubirii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;imi vreau inapoi momentele craciunului din copilarie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;a venit iarna.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vine craciunul.&lt;/span&gt;:x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-5484415194862944993?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5484415194862944993/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=5484415194862944993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5484415194862944993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5484415194862944993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-love-with-christmas.html' title='in love with &apos;Christmas&apos;'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sxg0HoNamEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/sdGKoOJPcM0/s72-c/dbbcf888954806ce35acb7a3f9527d6f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-8164618579777711006</id><published>2009-12-03T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:40:02.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sxf36qguj9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/tTH41Y06EAA/s1600-h/3304490dc03cdada1b7305c263cc1a71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sxf36qguj9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/tTH41Y06EAA/s200/3304490dc03cdada1b7305c263cc1a71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411066064524971986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;raze de lumina te lovesc in plin prin jaluzelele trase. fulgi de lumina se lovesc in geam. o tigara uitata pe noptiera. cana de cafea murdara de rujul ei pe podeaua rece. hainele voastre aruncate prin toata camera. te ridici, tragi jaluzelele. te bagi in patul calduros. ea simte. deschide un ochi, zambeste. te culci. te iubeste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Vali.&lt;/span&gt; [ este prea frumoasa sa nu fie publicata ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-8164618579777711006?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8164618579777711006/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=8164618579777711006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8164618579777711006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8164618579777711006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/feelings.html' title='feelings'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sxf36qguj9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/tTH41Y06EAA/s72-c/3304490dc03cdada1b7305c263cc1a71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-2917413281601675314</id><published>2009-12-03T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:32:44.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Povestea mea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Povestea mea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;5 luni... 5 luni afurisite... cufundate in dragoste acra, adieri de gheata, lacrimi sarate, certuri scufundate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;5 luni afurisite in care nici macar nu ne cunosteam, nu ne vedeam, erai prea preocupat cu.. altele. In momentele alea eu respiram iubire pe cand tu doreai doar nefericire. As fi renuntat la toate pentru noi dar nu pentru iubire. Umbra ta gonea pe langa mine fara mila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;S-au sfarsit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Au urmat alte 3 luni... de agonie. Treceam de la durere la extaz in cateva clipe, imi doream si renuntam, ma gandeam si blestemam, iubeam in continuare ceea ce uram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Am trecut prin multe si am sperat. Ai refuzat sa ma privesti adanc in ochi si sa crezi in mine. Pasii tai gonesc prin amintiri facandu-le sa doara. M-am vindecat repede in schimb... cum ai stiut sa te faci iubit asa de repede ai stiut sa te faci si urat. Incepuse sa ador momentele absente de tine pentru ca imi faceam bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Am trecut prin multe si am sperat ca totul v-a fi bine.. am luptat ca sa imi fie bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Povestea trista s-a terminat.&lt;br /&gt;Au urmat inca alte 4 luni. Fantoma a inviat. Clipele urat s-au terminat... ne-am observat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Acum povestea s-a schimbat pentru ca amintirea nu a incetat. Simt o adiere in priviri, caldura ta ma inconjoara, ai creeat un vis plin de culori cu mireasma de sarbatoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Copilul din mine cere iubire... lupta cu oricine pentru tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Nu credeam ca o sa ajung sa imi doresc asta sau ca o sa simt din nou asta... cum spunei si tu "viata e inselatoate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Iarna asta cerne o povedte fericita de iubire.. pentru ca acum eu te am pe tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Traiesc sa simt iubire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Va urma.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-2917413281601675314?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2917413281601675314/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=2917413281601675314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2917413281601675314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2917413281601675314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/povestea-mea.html' title='Povestea mea'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-5390449036748930951</id><published>2009-12-02T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:32:10.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caut...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SxbOi6iY_mI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3xCkwsnlK9o/s1600-h/i__m_losin___my_mind_by_paranoidalna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SxbOi6iY_mI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3xCkwsnlK9o/s200/i__m_losin___my_mind_by_paranoidalna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410739101556604514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Caut raspunsuri la intrebari pe care inca nu le-am pus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umblu pe drumuri pe care nimeni vreodata inca nu le-a parcurs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E noapte si rece in inima mea, as vrea sa ma incalzeasca vocea ta.. numai tu poti sa imi dai ceea ce caut de mult.. azi e randul meu sa ascult.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecutul ascunde amintire pe care inca nu le-am sters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mi-e gandul la tine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am incercat sa te uit dar inca te iubesc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa imi dai niste raspunsuri....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-5390449036748930951?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5390449036748930951/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=5390449036748930951&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5390449036748930951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5390449036748930951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/caut.html' title='Caut...'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SxbOi6iY_mI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3xCkwsnlK9o/s72-c/i__m_losin___my_mind_by_paranoidalna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-5237042135947789733</id><published>2009-12-02T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:18:37.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold me for a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SxbLTshztlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TFhJnxASq5g/s1600-h/Hold_me_for_a_while_by_DoraLovey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SxbLTshztlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TFhJnxASq5g/s200/Hold_me_for_a_while_by_DoraLovey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410735541563143762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Scuze!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Pentru ca fac parte din viata ta, pentru ca te gandesti la mine, pentru ca te-am invatat sa sacrifici, pentru ca imi faci toate poftele, pentru ca visezi alaturi de mine, pentru ca te fac sa razi cand nu ai chef, pentru ca iti provoc groaznice dureri de cap, pentru ca iti cer sa fii fericit tot timpul, pentru ca imi ierti toanele... pentru ca esti doar al meu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Asta e o mica parte care o ador la tine micuto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Asta te si face sa suferi cateodata...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dar vine tot de la tine. si asta ador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Nu vreu sa fiu adorata, vreu sa fiu iubita!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-T...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Taci! Vreau sa ma faci sa simt asta..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Si nu o fac?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Incerci... dar trebuie sa si reusesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;O cuprinde in brate, ea le simte ca o bariera ce sorteaza pentru ea binele si raul. Dragostea ii sufla pe la ureche, fluturii patrund in venele amandurora,  sangele o ia la goana prin vene mai puternic ca niciodata... inima bate ca nebuna.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;El.... o iubeste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-5237042135947789733?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5237042135947789733/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=5237042135947789733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5237042135947789733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5237042135947789733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/hold-me-for-while.html' title='Hold me for a while'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SxbLTshztlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TFhJnxASq5g/s72-c/Hold_me_for_a_while_by_DoraLovey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-2684268930612146585</id><published>2009-12-02T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:02:44.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>infectie sentimentala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SxbH1UqS2AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5mvsXDxicBE/s1600-h/T_i_t_a_n_i_c_by_Alephunky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SxbH1UqS2AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5mvsXDxicBE/s200/T_i_t_a_n_i_c_by_Alephunky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410731721225328642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;-Ai venit..&lt;br /&gt;-Da.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu credeam.&lt;br /&gt;-Pacat ar trebui sa inveti sa si crezi.&lt;br /&gt;-Stiam sa fac si asta, pana cand... s-a terminat..&lt;br /&gt;-Si dupa, in ce ai continuat sa crezi?&lt;br /&gt;-In mine. Conteaza?&lt;br /&gt;-Doar in tine?&lt;br /&gt;-Imi era suficient..&lt;br /&gt;-Tu ai crezut in tine cat timp eu m-am gandit la tine.&lt;br /&gt;-Tu ai invatat sa te gadesti?&lt;br /&gt;-O faceam si inainte.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu am observat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-2684268930612146585?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2684268930612146585/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=2684268930612146585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2684268930612146585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2684268930612146585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/infectie-sentimentala.html' title='infectie sentimentala'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SxbH1UqS2AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5mvsXDxicBE/s72-c/T_i_t_a_n_i_c_by_Alephunky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-3666990989019044072</id><published>2009-11-08T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:09:31.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am nimic fara tine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SvdA9nM4n5I/AAAAAAAAALw/GdF7xbRlBs0/s1600-h/Alexandra_01_by_Tinnaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SvdA9nM4n5I/AAAAAAAAALw/GdF7xbRlBs0/s200/Alexandra_01_by_Tinnaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401857705293422482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;el: De ce nu mi-ai spus ?&lt;br /&gt;ea: Iti spun acum.&lt;br /&gt;el: Te simt nervoasa!&lt;br /&gt;ea: Simti prost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;photo by -&gt; http://tinnaaa.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-3666990989019044072?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3666990989019044072/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=3666990989019044072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3666990989019044072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3666990989019044072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/am-nimic-fara-tine.html' title='Am nimic fara tine.'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SvdA9nM4n5I/AAAAAAAAALw/GdF7xbRlBs0/s72-c/Alexandra_01_by_Tinnaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-4838977578626764211</id><published>2009-11-06T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:49:52.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O leapsa haioasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Ia cartea cea mai la îndemână, deschide-o la pagina 18 şi scrie al patrulea rând.&lt;br /&gt;“Frizerul mi.a explicat ca femeia lucra acolo...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Fara să verifici, cât e ceasul?&lt;br /&gt;01.45&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Verifică.&lt;br /&gt;01.36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) Cum eşti imbrăcata?&lt;br /&gt;Boxeri si un tricou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) Înainte să răspunzi la chestionarul ăsta, la ce te uitai?&lt;br /&gt;La punga de pufileti de pe birou :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) Ce zgomote auzi în afara celor produse de calculator?&lt;br /&gt;Yiruma - river flows in u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7) Când ai ieşit ultima dată şi ce ai făcut atunci?&lt;br /&gt;M.am plimbat in parc :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt;Ce-ai visat azi-noapte?&lt;br /&gt;Ca ma plimbam desculta prin ploaie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9) Când ai râs ultima oara?&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai cu pofta.... inainte sa ajung acasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10) Ce ai pe pereţii camerei în care te afli?&lt;br /&gt;Verde si turqoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11) Daca ai deveni multimilionar peste noapte, ce ai cumpăra prima dată?&lt;br /&gt;Un apartament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12) Care-i ultimul film pe care l-ai vazut?&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13) Ai vazut ceva neobisnuit azi?&lt;br /&gt;Da :)) un tip care alerga in parc si "gafaia" foarte ciudat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14) Ce părere ai despre chestionarul asta?&lt;br /&gt;Funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15) Spune-ne ceva ce nu ştim incă.&lt;br /&gt;Imi place s stau p bloc si sa privesc orasul. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16) Ce nume i-ai da fetei tale?&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice [habar nu am :))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17) Dar băiatului tau?&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18) Te-ai gandit deja să locuieşti în străinătate?&lt;br /&gt;Da.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19) Ce ai dori să-ţi spună Dumnezeu când intrii pe Porţile Raiului?&lt;br /&gt;"Credeam ca nu mai ai curaj sa vii" :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20) Daca ai putea schimba ceva în lume, în afară de politică, ce ai schimba?&lt;br /&gt;Mentalitatea oamenilor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21) Îţi place să dansezi?&lt;br /&gt;Ador.... mai ales cand ma impiedic si ma amuz d una singura. [bine ca nu ma vede nimeni :)) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22) George Bush?&lt;br /&gt;Burgeri :-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23) Care a fost ultima chestie pe care ai vazut-o la teveu?&lt;br /&gt;"Schimbul trei" -AXN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;24) Care-s cei patru oameni ce ar trebui sa preia chestionaru’ asta?&lt;br /&gt;Serviti.va! ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-4838977578626764211?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4838977578626764211/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=4838977578626764211&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4838977578626764211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4838977578626764211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-leapsa-haioasa.html' title='O leapsa haioasa'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-8062805088373300858</id><published>2009-11-05T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:07:23.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderwall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:webdings;" &gt;E posibil sa te indragostesti a doua oara ? Dar si de aceeasi persoana.... E ciuadat, dar e adevarat! Mie personal mi s-a intamplat. Ma simt mai puternica...chiar de neatins. M.ai vrajit de cand m.ai atins si inca nu eram atat de constienta de sentimente. Nu te suportam pentru ca ma gandeam ca nu esti de mine... m.ai sarutat si m.ai agitat si mai mult , te uram pentru ce ma faceai sa simt....pana cand te.ai retras si eu mi.am dat seama ce vroiam de fapt....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:webdings;" &gt;Erai baiatul meu, chiar si tu zici ca eu "te-am ales". Poate ca ai dreptate, eu te.am ales, iar tu ai acceptat, tu mai invatat tot ce stiu, tu mi.ai aratat cum e sa traiesti in adevaratul sens al cuvantului... Tu ti-ai lasat amprenta pe pielea mea si ai tatuat numele tau peste inima mea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:webdings;" &gt;Vreau sa fie mereu asa cum e acum...vreau sa te mai strambi la mine ca un copil, sa ma saruti pe frunte ca un protector, sa imi zambesti inocent, sa ma iei de mana si sa nu imi dai drumu' pana nu iti zic eu, vreau sa imi spui cand iti e dor de mine si sa ma atentionezi cand te gandesti la mine, vreau sa ma trezesti noaptea cu un telefon si sa imi spui ca nu poti dormii si vrei ca eu sa iti tin companie, vreau sa ma trezesc dimineata langa tine si un miros vag de cafea...nu ca as bea.o dar imi pace mirosul ;))... si sa te surprind ca ma privesti dormind sau sa ma trezesti cu un sarut  si o cana de ceai fierbinte ( pe care as soarbea.o cu siguranta), vreau ca tu sa ai grija de mine cand sunt bolnava si eu sa iti aduc pastila cand te doare capul. Vreau sa ma strangi in brate in noptile cu furtuna si sa imi soptesti la ureche "stai linistita... sunt langa tine." , vreau sa ne uitam in oglinda aia imensa si sa ne certam ca nu avem loc, vreau sa plec cu tine fara sa stiu unde, vreau sa pleci furios si sa te intorci dintr.o data si sa ma saruti nervos, vreau sa dansam chiar daca mai mult ne incurcam, vreau sa ne urcam pe cel mai inalt bloc si sa numaram stelele noaptea iar eu sa inventez povesti despre Luna, vreau sa nu ma lasi de capul meu, vreau sa ma duci intr.o vara pe un camp plin cu floarea-soarelui, vreau sa iti aud rasul iarna cand iesim afara iar mie mi se inroseste nasul iar tu te amuzi teribil de lucrul asta, vreau sa stam intinsi in zapada  si sa facem ingerasi si sa numaram fulgii care ne cad pe nas, vreau sa stam in mijlocul intersectiei si sa ne sarutam, vreau sa imi oferi flori de gheata iarna, un ghiocel primavara, o floarea-soarelui vara, si o frunza rumena toamna. Vreau sa ne uimim neincetat si sa ne indragostim in fiecare zii.... dar mai vreau sa vrei si tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:webdings;" &gt;Nu am crezut vreodata ca o sa ma faci sa imi doresc si sa simt atatea.... dar de fapt rezultatul acestora esti tu :)  ["mi-am ales omul" ca sa spun ca tine ;)) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:webdings;" &gt;Iulia stie ce vrea. Iulia te vrea pe tine.Iulia s.a indragostit...IAR.. de TINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-8062805088373300858?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8062805088373300858/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=8062805088373300858&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8062805088373300858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8062805088373300858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/wonderwall.html' title='Wonderwall'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-9142479941868586205</id><published>2009-11-02T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:09:41.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>River flows in you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhN7SG-H-3k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhN7SG-H-3k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;M.ai murdarit, m.ai mintit, m.ai ranit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nu eram in stare s privesc nici macar chipul din oglinda...candva era un suflet inocent, imbibat in naivitate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ai reusit ce ti-ai porpus, sau poate ai facut-o fara sa realizezi..ceea ce pentru mine e si mai socant....am crezut in tine, iar tu te-ai straduit s ma dezamagesti... aveam senzatia d a fugi, d a ma ascunde, d a.mi spala murdaria lasata d atingerile tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;M.ai facut femeie. Femeia ta cum spuneai u.... eram un copil cu lini nedefinite de femeie, cu tente de maturitate.. eram un pui d om care vroia tot ce era mai bun pentru el, iar tu i-ai promis ca ii poti oferii c cauta. Te.a crezut si s-a lasat purtata d c simtea... s-a lasat invatata; p langa toatea astea u nu ai fost in stare s fii doar al ei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Acum copilul din ea e inmormantat... iar tu esti uimit de ce ai creat. Ti se pare nedrept pentru tine, felul in care s poarta cu tine... si incerci s repari ce ai facut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nu mai incerca nimic, aratai doar ca poti sa fi si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;c ai promis.... intelege-o, strange.o la piept, protejeaz.o, sarut.o, invata s o iubesti.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;mai tii minte ce iti zicea cand vedea luna plina p cer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Scoate-ti masca d sticla p care o porti si las.o sa t ingrijeasca, sa t rasfete, sa t iubeasca.... doar asta mai poate face pentru tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;T rog, spune-mi ce vrei de la mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[cu toate astea mi-e dor d tine.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-9142479941868586205?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9142479941868586205/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=9142479941868586205&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zapada'/><title type='text'>Fulg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Primul fulg d nea il voi strange langa mine pentru ca stiu ca el imi apartine.... pentru ca e d la tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-4183298328076764349?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4183298328076764349/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-1784228764391848554</id><published>2009-10-28T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:44:25.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O_sDSppwR1U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O_sDSppwR1U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="pre_versuri"&gt;Squeaky swings and tall grass&lt;br /&gt;The longest shadows ever cast&lt;br /&gt;The water's warm and children swim&lt;br /&gt;And we frolicked about in our summer skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't recall a single care&lt;br /&gt;Just greenery and humid air&lt;br /&gt;Then Labor day came and went&lt;br /&gt;And we shed what was left of our summer skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night you left I came over&lt;br /&gt;And we peeled the freckles from our shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Our brand new coats so flushed and pink&lt;br /&gt;And I knew your heart I couldn't win&lt;br /&gt;Cause the seasons change was a conduit&lt;br /&gt;And we left our love in our summer skin&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-1784228764391848554?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-226360622671000180</id><published>2009-10-28T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:30:26.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deci?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SuibyQKz7OI/AAAAAAAAALg/qo-UQL0_e_I/s1600-h/IMG_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SuibyQKz7OI/AAAAAAAAALg/qo-UQL0_e_I/s200/IMG_0922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397735441039617250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Pictam, sau facem dragoste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-226360622671000180?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/226360622671000180/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=226360622671000180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/226360622671000180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/226360622671000180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/deci.html' title='Deci?'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SuibyQKz7OI/AAAAAAAAALg/qo-UQL0_e_I/s72-c/IMG_0922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-7206246597079992461</id><published>2009-10-27T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:21:37.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D'ooooh</title><content type='html'>V: toate povestile frumoase au sfarsit tragic.....&lt;br /&gt;I: atunci sa le facem noi urate ca sa aiba final fericit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[draga'mi Vali pana ajunge optimismul la tine trece criza :-J..... cat despre casatorie de abea astept :)) ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-7206246597079992461?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7206246597079992461/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=7206246597079992461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7206246597079992461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7206246597079992461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/dooooh.html' title='D&apos;ooooh'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-829441609407034410</id><published>2009-10-27T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:52:07.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu ce vrei?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;aaaahh... as manca niste jeleuri acrisoare &lt;3.....si&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;imi miroase a piersici.... ciudat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;cam atat pentru ora asta :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[aaaa.... si as vorbi cu tristu' meu, poate un telefon ceva :-? mai vedem (era ceva de genu "simte-te  bhuey si cauta-ma ca orgoliu meu nu imi permite!!!") :)) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;have a nice night :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-829441609407034410?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/829441609407034410/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=829441609407034410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/829441609407034410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/829441609407034410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/tu-ce-vrei.html' title='Tu ce vrei?'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-9003813566800028148</id><published>2009-10-17T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:59:09.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cat e ceasul?&lt;br /&gt;*22.35&lt;br /&gt;Numele tau este?&lt;br /&gt;*Ana Maria Iulia&lt;br /&gt;Porecla?&lt;br /&gt;*Muuulte :)).... iar cea mai utilizata LooLoo.&lt;br /&gt;Tatuaje?&lt;br /&gt;*Nu.&lt;br /&gt;Culoarea ochilor?&lt;br /&gt;*Albastrii.....turquoise :-? depinde de vreme :))......&lt;br /&gt;Locul in care te-ai nascut?&lt;br /&gt;*Bucuresti / Spitalul Elias&lt;br /&gt;Mancare favorita?&lt;br /&gt;*Mancarea Chinezeasca 8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai fost vreodata in USA?&lt;br /&gt;*Ar trebui?...... Nu.&lt;br /&gt;Ai infasurat vreodata pe cineva cu hartie igienica?&lt;br /&gt;*Nu cred :-?..... mai mult ca sigur nu, dar nu as rata ocazia :))&lt;br /&gt;Ai iubit pe cineva atat de mult incat sa-ti vina sa plangi?&lt;br /&gt;*De nervi.....&lt;br /&gt;Ai fost implicat in vreun accident de masina?&lt;br /&gt;*Nu.&lt;br /&gt;Crutoane sau bacon?&lt;br /&gt;*Niciuna ;))&lt;br /&gt;Zi favorita din saptamana?&lt;br /&gt;*Joi.....mi se pare mai surta....iar dupa ea vine viiiineeri si apoi weekend 8-&gt; [am o boala sa numar zilele :))]&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant favorit?&lt;br /&gt;*Oriunde e mancare buna :)&lt;br /&gt;Ce sport iti place sa urmaresti?&lt;br /&gt;*Inot.&lt;br /&gt;Bautura favorita?&lt;br /&gt;*Ahahaahaaaa....Nestea :X [fructe de padure sau mango ;;)]&lt;br /&gt;Inghetata favorita?&lt;br /&gt;*Caramel si Iaurt.&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney sau Warner Bros?&lt;br /&gt;*Walt Disney.&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant fast food favorit?&lt;br /&gt;*kfc&lt;br /&gt;Ce culoare are dormitorul vostru?&lt;br /&gt;*Verde, turquoise, roz, galben.&lt;br /&gt;De cate ori ai copiat la vreun examen?&lt;br /&gt;*De cate ori a fost nevoie......&lt;br /&gt;De la cine ai primit leapsa asta?&lt;br /&gt;*Alex&lt;br /&gt;In care magazin ai fi cheltuit toti bani de pe card?&lt;br /&gt;*Pimpkie.&lt;br /&gt;Ce faci de obicei cand te plictisesti?&lt;br /&gt;*Incep sa ii sacai pe cei din jur :))&lt;br /&gt;La ce ora mergi la culcare?&lt;br /&gt;*Cand simt ca mi se inchid ochii.&lt;br /&gt;Cine o sa raspunda prima/primul la leapsa asta?&lt;br /&gt;*Cine are placerea....&lt;br /&gt;Cati dintre cei carora le trimiti leapsa nu-ti vor raspunde?&lt;br /&gt;*Cei care nu au placerea....&lt;br /&gt;Ce program tv nu pierzi niciodata?&lt;br /&gt;* Nu ma uit la emisiuni tv dar sunt obsedata de seriale de genu C.S.I sau Ghost Whisper.&lt;br /&gt;Ultima persoana cu care ai luat masa la restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;*Deea.&lt;br /&gt;Ce asculti in momentul asta?&lt;br /&gt;*Take that - rule the world.&lt;br /&gt;Care e culoarea preferata?&lt;br /&gt;*Turquoise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Mare sau lac?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*Mare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cate tatuaje ai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;* Zerooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ai ramas vreodata fara benzina la masina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*Nu am avut ocazia, dar sper sa nu mi se intample .... nu stiu daca as rade sau as plange...:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ce preferi pisica sau catel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*Catel clar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ce anotimp preferi: vara sau iarna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*Primavara....vara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Esti solo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*non.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Esti indragostita de cineva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*De ce nu?;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cit e ceasul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*22.55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-9003813566800028148?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9003813566800028148/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=9003813566800028148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/9003813566800028148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/9003813566800028148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-8511418365856182155</id><published>2009-10-15T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:24:05.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vogue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;              Cazi si te pierzi pe moment.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            E prezent. E fericire. E emotie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;                                                          Traieste!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Incearca sa iubeasca.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Prinde-l de mana si arata-i drumul.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Saruta-l!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Nu pot sa te fac sa simti ce tu nu vrei sa simti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-8511418365856182155?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8511418365856182155/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=8511418365856182155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8511418365856182155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8511418365856182155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/vogue.html' title='Vogue.'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-3196326751861956339</id><published>2009-10-13T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:51:24.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man on the run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/StTko7WnmcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/b9YMtQjhxmk/s1600-h/w_o_r_d_s_by_Alephunky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/StTko7WnmcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/b9YMtQjhxmk/s200/w_o_r_d_s_by_Alephunky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392186045647788482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Munti incetosati.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totul este trist, totul este nud, sufletul e pierdut, iar luna imi tine de urat. Cu toate ca te visez... evit sa te privesc, astept sa ma trezesc in orasul ud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noptile reci, orasul gol, strazile pustii, zilele intunecate au absorvit durere si lacrimi sarate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In zare, creste o floare, o floare de aur, cu petale razlete de lumina. Floarea soarelui. Cerul se deschide.... se insenineaza. E crescuta cu lacrimi sarate si de vant purtate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te privesc, te indrepti catre ea, esti in ceata. Te duci la ea si ii povestesti a ta viata.... esti constient ca e in zadar, ea nu poate sa te ajute, dar o vezi ca pe mine , stii ca e ultima mea raza de speranta si te agati si tu de ea ca sa ajungi din nou in lumea mea....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne reinventam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-3196326751861956339?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3196326751861956339/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=3196326751861956339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3196326751861956339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3196326751861956339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-on-run.html' title='Man on the run'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/StTko7WnmcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/b9YMtQjhxmk/s72-c/w_o_r_d_s_by_Alephunky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-3143128390675570493</id><published>2009-10-13T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:25:16.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/StThc36fakI/AAAAAAAAAKY/na7CaYCqXdw/s1600-h/IMG_0753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/StThc36fakI/AAAAAAAAAKY/na7CaYCqXdw/s200/IMG_0753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392182540031191618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te-ai intors, ai regretat cele facute, te lupti cu trecutul, imi spui ca te intereseaza prezentul....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi-ai facut atata rau, vreau sa te opresti, ai sa ma ranesti, iar in cele din urma ai sa regreti..... O sa vina vremea cand ai sa ii dai dreptate acelei adolescente, perezenta langa tine... cand ai sa vezi ca ce ti-a spus ea se adevereste si ca nu erau doar niste capricii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linisteste-te! Lasa timpul sa vindece. Desi raman cicatrici, inveti din ele. Fii mandra, zambeste-i si multumeste-i ca si-a dat seama si ca acum tot el se aseaza peste rana provocata datorita lui. Fii optimista si acceptai scuzele, nu ai de unde sa stii daca e asa cum spune el pana nu te convingi singura....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arata-i ce vroiai sa ii arati si spunei ce simteai o data.... ai curaj si vorbeste-i, povesteste-i si demonstreaza-i ca esti mai buna decat el si poti sa treci peste ce a fost o data....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iar pentru tine.... domnule, nu face promisiuni ce nu le poti realiza vreodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-3143128390675570493?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3143128390675570493/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=3143128390675570493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3143128390675570493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3143128390675570493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/te-ai-intors-ai-regretat-cele-facute-te.html' title='Revenire'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/StThc36fakI/AAAAAAAAAKY/na7CaYCqXdw/s72-c/IMG_0753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-3231023837861901811</id><published>2009-09-30T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:09:51.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 secunde</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M'a privit, m'a atins, m'a facut sa rad, mi'a dat fiori, m'a facut sa il doresc, m'a facut sa il detest.... m'a facut sa povestesc si mi'a stins vorbele cu un sarut. M'a sarutat, s'a indepartat, m'a privit, m'a mangaiat si mi'a soptit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Nu sunt in stare sa iti zic nimic interesant..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I-am zambit din nou, l-am sarutat si am replicat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Nu o face..... arata-mi! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mai putin de 11 secunde......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-3231023837861901811?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3231023837861901811/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=3231023837861901811&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3231023837861901811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3231023837861901811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/11-secunde.html' title='11 secunde'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-1836450153927535497</id><published>2009-09-30T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:43:58.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>virgula</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SsPCQgQ2WKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fEjqEzZxsgQ/s1600-h/slow_motion_by_37seconds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SsPCQgQ2WKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fEjqEzZxsgQ/s200/slow_motion_by_37seconds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387363168059545762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vreau semne de viata, nu semne de intrebare.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti o bruta, te hranesti cu suferinta mea, iti potolesti setea cu lacrimile mele.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma lasi sigura, ma uiti in intuneric.... iar peste ceva vreme iti aduci aminte de trupul meu.... il iei, il stergi de praf si il pui la loc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti un abis al suferintei, esti un calau nemuritor....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleaca Punct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;photo by-&gt;http://37seconds.deviantart.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-1836450153927535497?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1836450153927535497/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=1836450153927535497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/1836450153927535497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/1836450153927535497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/virgula.html' title='virgula'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SsPCQgQ2WKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fEjqEzZxsgQ/s72-c/slow_motion_by_37seconds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-7960854981050536196</id><published>2009-09-30T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:32:17.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SsO_2eH_iPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9jBKWSGWxzI/s1600-h/take_it_all_away_by_37seconds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SsO_2eH_iPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9jBKWSGWxzI/s200/take_it_all_away_by_37seconds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387360521785673970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abis arzator&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demoni devoratori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lanturi de foc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te tin pe loc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipi parca in soapta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei se invart roata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te seaca din priviri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creeaza inlantuiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Credeai in destine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum nu mai crezi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nici macar in tine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vrei sa scapi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doresti sa te'nalti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vrei la lumina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti amintesti de o lume divina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E totul vag.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;photo by -&gt; http://37seconds.deviantart.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-7960854981050536196?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7960854981050536196/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=7960854981050536196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7960854981050536196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7960854981050536196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/abis.html' title='Abis'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SsO_2eH_iPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9jBKWSGWxzI/s72-c/take_it_all_away_by_37seconds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-6943904345456634242</id><published>2009-09-30T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:22:00.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T grabesti?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SsO9njfJ9yI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Val1PLG0Hf4/s1600-h/where_are_the_children_by_c0mplixcated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SsO9njfJ9yI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Val1PLG0Hf4/s200/where_are_the_children_by_c0mplixcated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387358066503710498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te grabesti! Te grabesti sa mergi, te grabesti sa vorbesti, te grabesti sa privesti, te grabesti sa asculti, grabesti dragostea.... te grabesti sa saruti, te grabesti sa ma atingi, te grabesti p strada.... nu ai timp sa te bucuri, nu ai timp sa realizezi actiunea. Te grabesti.... te grabesti sa traiesti.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai uitat ca pe zii ce trece mori? Ai uitat ca te-ai nascut ca sa inveti sa traiesti, sa te lupti cu viatsa si sa invingi greutatile si nu sa te grabesti... ai uitat ca imbatranesti?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te grabesti sa iubesti... sau poate ca inca nu ai invatat sa iubesti. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate astea eu sunt "vaga", cu toate astea stai cu mine, langa mine... cu toate astea te bucuri alaturi de mine, razi si glumesti, iar cand pleci de langa mine te intorci si te grabesti, te afunzi in monoton....&lt;br /&gt;Nu intelegi nimic, nu te intelegi.... de asta ma faci "vaga".&lt;br /&gt;Prefer sa fiu un om vag decat un om complicat si arogant.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te ajut sa descoperi si lucrurile astea... o sa incerc sa ai parte de lucruri "vagi" alaturi de mine...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oare ce o sa iasa intre mine si tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-6943904345456634242?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6943904345456634242/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=6943904345456634242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6943904345456634242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6943904345456634242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/t-grabesti.html' title='T grabesti?'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SsO9njfJ9yI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Val1PLG0Hf4/s72-c/where_are_the_children_by_c0mplixcated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-4245210932996189345</id><published>2009-09-28T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:12:28.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>creator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SsEmo090MII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VzrFQlX6LX0/s1600-h/siluet_by_xyour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SsEmo090MII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VzrFQlX6LX0/s200/siluet_by_xyour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386629112166363266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chip intepator, zambet cuceritor, emotii salbatice, stari euforice, miscari ademenitoare, trupuri sfidatoare, vibrari energetice, valuri concrete, lumini orbitoare, clipiri zdrobitoare, extaz deplin, fumuri ademenitoare, bauturi ametitoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plutesc in valuri, creez filme, tripez imagini. Simt extaz, adun euforie, eman energie. Miscari ademenitoare pentru persoane doritoare. Inchid ochii, observ vibrari, vibrari de culoare , culori ametitoare, caldura corporala, incitari conducatoare. Focuri purtatoare catre o lume visatoare.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pufff!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soarele a rasarit, seara s-a sfarsit, starea a pierit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne revedem la noapte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-4245210932996189345?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4245210932996189345/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=4245210932996189345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4245210932996189345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4245210932996189345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/creator.html' title='creator'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SsEmo090MII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VzrFQlX6LX0/s72-c/siluet_by_xyour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-3056578036123336498</id><published>2009-09-22T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:14:49.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What hurts the most</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SrlLkVk_hiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8ag_Z1EabYU/s1600-h/i__ve_lost_my_mind_by_ChidoriDarkPrinceX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SrlLkVk_hiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8ag_Z1EabYU/s200/i__ve_lost_my_mind_by_ChidoriDarkPrinceX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384417917137815074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Toata viata esti copil, toata viatsa inveti, toata viata gresesti si incerci sa repari...... dar iti dai seama ca e prea tarziu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toata viata visezi la perfectiune, la fat frumos ( care crezi ca il gasesti, la o varsta frageda, crezi in el si el te dezamageste, iti pierzi increderea in tine si iti revii foarte greu ) crezi ca ai lumea la picioare, ca poti s te lipsesti de tot ce e urat, crezi ca nu o s suferi, ca nu o sa pici indragostita si apoi sfarsesti ranita.... nu crezi ca viata bate filmul? Pacat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Stai si te uiti la zeci de scenarii si te gandesti ca nu ti se poate intampla si tie, sau ca ce frumos ar fi sa fie totul "roz" cu happy end si cu oameni fericiti.... oameni? am zis oameni? doamneee.... astea sunt animale nu oameni. De fapt nici animalele nu merita jignirea asta.&lt;br /&gt;Fiinte fara suflet, "suflete reci" hranite cu durere si suferinta..... greu se fac oamenii, oameni. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok am inteles foarte bine ca noi fetele, suntem extrem d complicate si sunt d acord cu asta, nu judec pe nimeni.... nu stiu cat de complicate puntem fi.... mai bine s-ar potrivii cuvantul "misteriaose" sau "vagi" (rad) dar asta nu inseamna ca trebuie s va bateti joc.... daca ati dat intr-o gramada peste un mar putrezit sau stricat asta nu inseamna ca toate sunt la fel, si ca trebuiesc aruncate. Nu toate suntem la fel......unele vor doar sa fie iubite, respectate sau apreciate ( nu le zic pe toate trei , am pus "sau", unu l mana pt ca v-ar speria ,si nu vad de ce, iar in al doilea rand sunt foarte strans legate : daca iubesti o persoana o respecti si o apreciezi ; daca respecti o persoana, o apreciezi si o iubesti ; iar daca apreciezi o persoana inseamna ca o respecti si o iubesti. ) Iar acelea sunt misterioase, complicate si vagi (rad), pt ca nu stiu cui sa ii arate ce anume simt si daca pot sa fie sincere..... ce ar fii daca am lua lucrurile ca atare si am evita minciunile astea care ne dau bataie de cap??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Vreau semne de viata....nu semne de intrebare.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recunosc. Inca sunt un copil, traiesc intens, iubesc inocent, ranesc dureros si vindec dragastos.... imi place ca fiu "in love" imi place s simt asta si din partea TA, imi place sa cred ca lumea se mai si schimba.... dar pentru asta trebuie sa imi arati, as vrea s te pot crede asa usor......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cred ca m-as simtii foarte flata si mandra daca cineva ar avea rabdarea s scrie despre mine..... de asta cred ca si u te simti la fel....)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T urasc mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;a. t iubesc mishel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;b. mi-e frica s iti arat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;c. ma ajuti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rascal Flatts - what hurts the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;photo by -&gt; http://chidoridarkprincex.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-3056578036123336498?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3056578036123336498/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=3056578036123336498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3056578036123336498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3056578036123336498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-hurts-most.html' title='What hurts the most'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SrlLkVk_hiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8ag_Z1EabYU/s72-c/i__ve_lost_my_mind_by_ChidoriDarkPrinceX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-4466022864758085829</id><published>2009-09-18T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:27:34.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stii ca....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SrP68aaRwmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bd1hK-6yLxs/s1600-h/IMG_0647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SrP68aaRwmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bd1hK-6yLxs/s200/IMG_0647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382921895426507362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stii ca atunci cand iubesti,  ranesti?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii ca am suferit destul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stii ca atunci cand e vina ta te minti ca celalalt a gresit mai mult sau ca nu a facut nimic ca sa te opreasca?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii ca intr-o relatie ambii parteneri sunt vinovati?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stii ca am curaj sa recunosc, sa iert.... dar incerc sa uit si nu reusesc?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii ca accept si a doua sansa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stii ca trebuie s te straduiestii ca sa ma cuceresti?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii masca naivitatii mele?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii privirea aia inocenta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stii ca ma faci fericita cand zambesti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stii ca mereu ma bagi in ceata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stii sa accepti cand iubestii?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii sa vindeci cand ranesti?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii ca esti prima persoana la care ma gandesc?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii ca diminetile iti dau buna dimineata, cu speranta sa imi auzi soapta la ureche?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii ca imi promiteai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stii cand ne certam pentru nimic?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii... cu toate astea cred in schimbari, cred in bine, cred in frumos, cred in magie, cred in iubire, cred in tine, strange-ma in brate si spune-mi ca sunt naiva, mangaie-ma si nu o sa imi mai fie frica, poti sa ma minti in continuare.... caci inima ta stie sa doboare.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu cred ca stii urmatorul lucru....soarele rasare mereu pe strada mea.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicatule.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;( ma uraste. dar in acelasi timp ma iubeste mai mult )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-4466022864758085829?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4466022864758085829/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=4466022864758085829&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4466022864758085829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4466022864758085829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/stii-ca.html' title='Stii ca....'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SrP68aaRwmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bd1hK-6yLxs/s72-c/IMG_0647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-8037133495217608993</id><published>2009-08-19T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:07:05.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce ne uneste ne si desparte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SowNs1x9rvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/S17b0Pw0WY4/s1600-h/nothing_by_cyousoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SowNs1x9rvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/S17b0Pw0WY4/s200/nothing_by_cyousoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371683519548206834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ai un ambalaj perfect, dar cu continut infect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cand te loveai de "Nu" te loveai de fapt de lasitate :-j.  Nu avea curaj sa puna punct, credea ca totul se putea termina printr-un simplu mesaj. Cine mama naibi v-a mintit in halu asta :o , inca mai traiti in cutiile alea cu electricitate inca va mai hraniti cu filme S.F, treziti-va!!!! Nu avem nevoie de niste  niste "femei" care fug de problem, ci de niste BARBATI care ne ocrotesc de ele ;).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Aveam momente in care ma loveam ca proasta cu capu de zid si ziceam in sinea mea "O sa mearga, sunt sigura. Eu nu renunt!" Asta pana intr-o zi cand m-am lovit asa de tare incat am vazut cui ii pasa intradevar de mine...... si am ramas doar Eu. Nu ma mai las in baza niciunui barbat, pot sa razbesc si singura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;"Nu crezi ca ai facut cam multe cucuie? Nu te-ai saturat sa te vada ca pe ceva trecator? Nu te-ai saturat sa aleaga altcineva in locul tau??? Esti libera sa alegi!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;E jungla mea, eu fac legea! De fapt e mai rau ca in jungla iar oamenii sunt mai rau ca animalele. Animalele omoara doar cand le e foame, oamenii in schimb ranesc si te lasa sa morii in chinuri ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;*Am invatat, ca in viata soarele, nu rasare doar o data pe zi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Asta era fraza ta preferata, mai stii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;*Am invatat ca nu exista sfarsit, ci doar un nou inceput.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Iar asta e cea care tu trebuie sa o iei cel mai mult in cont in momentul asta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;*Pentru ca nu am abandonat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; Pentru ca am luptat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; Pentru ca nu m-ai daramat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; Pentru ca am speranta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; Pentru ca sunt victorioasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ultima e pentru ca esti puternica si pentru ca poti orice! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Tu esti cea care iei hotararile in momentul asta, pentru ca ai curaj si pentru ca poti. Eu am incredere in tine, stiu ca poti muta si muntii din loc. ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nu te uita in urma. &gt;:d&lt;&gt; http://cyousoon.deviantart.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-8037133495217608993?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8037133495217608993/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=8037133495217608993&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8037133495217608993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8037133495217608993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/ce-ne-uneste-ne-si-desparte.html' title='Ce ne uneste ne si desparte.'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SowNs1x9rvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/S17b0Pw0WY4/s72-c/nothing_by_cyousoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-6620058701947653820</id><published>2009-08-10T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:04:59.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 . s u m m e r s</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SoAoYyf2W7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/no0q9M4Ck2g/s1600-h/P8010480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SoAoYyf2W7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/no0q9M4Ck2g/s320/P8010480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368335162162961330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Finaly 17!!! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prima urare, prima imbratisare, primul pupic, primul cadou, primil mesaj, primul telefon, si altele....&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"17 ani, baierame, timiditate, inceput,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saliva, buze, rasuflare,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noapte alba, lacul tei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Ciorapi de dama, suferinta fotografie, ramas-bun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Disperare, hohote de ras, politie, rasarit, metrou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Prietenie, plaja, foc, dragoste, putere, tinerete, fum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Iubire, amintire, val, nepasare, lupta, orgasm ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;17 mii, pahar, tigara, camin, speranta, asternut,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betie, cantec, ignoranta, ruscas, nisip, gara de nord,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carte de munca, libertate, urlet, rana,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarba, mila, lasitate, orgoliu, furie, nedreptate,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizerie, otrava, rautate, violenta, sange." (vama veche - 17 ani infinit)&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E doar august.... august al meu, august cu +, "august cel prost"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Sa nu crezi ca am uitat.....17 summers, 17 ani plini de detoate, 17 zile fermecatoare, 17 amintiri invaluitoare....... azi am voie. Azi tu nu ai voie sa ma mai critici sau sa ma obosesti, azi am voie sa ating cerul si sa il transform in vata de zahar, am voie sa culeg stele si sa mi le prind in par, azi am voie sa am lacrimi colorate, azi am voie sa urlu cat pot de tare, azi mai scriu o pagina din ziata mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Happy B-day!!!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy B-day mieeee \:d/ !!! ;))&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc celor care au invatat sa tina la mine :) ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-6620058701947653820?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6620058701947653820/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=6620058701947653820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6620058701947653820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6620058701947653820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/17-s-u-m-m-e-r-s_10.html' title='17 . s u m m e r s'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SoAoYyf2W7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/no0q9M4Ck2g/s72-c/P8010480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-2385710042004974043</id><published>2009-07-24T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:08:49.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>f u c k . y o u</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dc e lumea asa plina de ura si de minciuna, dc provoaca durere si dc imprastie neplacere????.... dc trebuie sa sufar si sa ma gandesc oare cum o sa trec si peste asta? dc atunci cand suferi o data vrei sa te razbuni pana si pe cei care te fac sa te simti iubit? de ce regreti ca nu ai facut aia... aia... si ailalta cand poti sa faci  ce iti face placere si sa nu te mai strezezi in legatura cu nimic apoi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dc iti place sa te razbuni pentru incapa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bilitatile tale :|????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;esti capabil sa imi spui ce nu mi-ai spus niciodata? sa fi macar o data sincer si sa lasi totul la oparte? oricum nu mai ai nimic de pierdut ;)  o data in viatsa fii si tu curajos si nu te mai ascunde atata!!!.... Capabil? Acum sa vedem.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;scultand     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Secondhand Serenade- Take Me With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-2385710042004974043?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLNwKQaynN0&amp;feature=related' title='f u c k . y o u'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2385710042004974043/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=2385710042004974043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2385710042004974043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2385710042004974043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/f-u-c-k-y-o-u.html' title='f u c k . y o u'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-2537114258180785793</id><published>2009-07-08T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:23:43.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vidul toxic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;nu mai vreau.....vroiam multe, vedem multe, credeam multe, speram multe, si totusi taceam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;eram lasa, pentru ca nu recunoseteam...... vedeam in tine un zeu, te-am pus in locul cel mai sus in inima mea, te-am facut imparat. am fost o cetate iar tu ai cucerit-o si eu am acceptat, am lasat de la mine si am iertat. ce naiva sunt! stiu si eu asta..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;de ce ti-e frica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"de ceea ce nu stiu si nu cunosc." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;de ce s-a stricat si prietenia din'nainte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"pentru ca asa se intampla mereu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;doar daca vrei......nimic nu se intampla fara voia noastra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ce simplu ti-a fost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;nu mai vreau....intelegi??? NU MAI VREAU. si nici nu o sa mai vreau. acum vreau sa nu mai vreau, imi doresc sa te dau la o parte, sa te tratez ca pe un strain, sa nu imi mai impui capul cu toate prostiile tale, si cu soapte ale naibii de toxice. esti otrava, ai curs prin venele mele si le-ai umplut de venin. pentru tine a fost doar o fantezie, o fantezie ironica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;traiam si respiram prin tine, ma visam cu tine, langa tine, ma minteam ca sa iti fie bine, dar pe tine nici macar nu te-a durut capul....... te-ai comportat ca si cum nimic nu s-a intamplat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;tu ai spus-o, "sa terminat". si toate astea printr-un simplu mesaj..... cata lasitate! de ce te-ai folosit de simplu mesaj ca sa pui punct si sa spui "s-a terminat"? normal ca nu puteai sa ma privesti in ochii si sa imi spui, ti-era frica sa nu poti, ti-era teama sa te razgandesti? tradatorule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;gata. lasa-ma in pace! dute. ramai cu ale tale. minte-te singur in continuare. boala ta nu se poate vindeca.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;P.S.: rehab!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-2537114258180785793?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2537114258180785793/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=2537114258180785793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2537114258180785793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2537114258180785793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/vidul-toxic.html' title='vidul toxic'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-6032706890044478895</id><published>2009-07-03T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:33:03.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el vrea ca tu sa zambesti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"heey. ma picurat pe nas!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.cerul plange pentru noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dar de ce plange?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"adica!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poi stii ca tu poti rade si plange in acelasi timp, atunci cand stai in ploaie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pot sa zambesc chiar daca el plange?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da pentru ca el vrea ca u sa zambesti!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-6753861195262619064</id><published>2009-07-03T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:14:55.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mai vreau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sk4gIjzF2UI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cl8KfOl9OYc/s1600-h/mai_vreau_by_sendydoll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sk4gIjzF2UI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cl8KfOl9OYc/s320/mai_vreau_by_sendydoll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354252338410674498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;pe vreme de furtuna.....amintirile se aduna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi desir ca pe un sireag ganduri....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;traiesc cu dorinta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;si ma amagesc cu neputintsa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;modelez in loc sa reconstriesc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;astept sa se darame &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;devenind o lume mai buna.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;apus imbibat de tristete&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasarit care aduna tandrete.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi-e dor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa zbor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;uite.ma ca zbor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo by--&gt; http://sendydoll.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-6753861195262619064?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6753861195262619064/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link 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grande;" &gt;He: and what did you do deside counting stars&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: beacause someone told me, that i can't count the stars. and i don't belive it....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;      every night i try to find on the sky some stars to put them in a lot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;      and one day i'll see how stars i count all my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: that are going to be alot of stars. but wich idiot said you couldn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" id="google_translation" &gt;someone who does not know how to dream and to create&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by--&gt; http://vallendester.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-4633483367848118968?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4633483367848118968/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=4633483367848118968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4633483367848118968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4633483367848118968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-and-what-did-you-do-deside-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Skk9TNQeyKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AlDOsJJOL-c/s72-c/9310cbeda34db23c3c0d42563c02fcdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-1825390829699534957</id><published>2009-06-29T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:42:30.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made in love with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SkkaydNzErI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Ch8VkHKNWaU/s1600-h/DSCF0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SkkaydNzErI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Ch8VkHKNWaU/s320/DSCF0433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352839086244827826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Pentru ca a ploua. Cerul a plans pentru noi, pentru ca tu l-ai intaratat. Imi retrag cuvintele provocate de tine asa cum soarele usuca stropii de ploaie. Tuna si fulgera, iar tu apari de nicaieri, din ceata, din ploaie, pe o alee. Te privesc nedumerita, incerc sa te ating sa vad daca chiar existi, daca faci parte din realitate. Apari ca si cum nimic nu s-ar fi intamplat, apari in cinstea amintirilor si in ciuda celor spuse. Inspiri agitatie, provici tornade. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crezi ca daca stai in ploaie in fata mea te vei spala de pacate???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Crezi ca o sa mi se faca mila si o sa te chem sub umbrela mea???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Crezi ca a fost usor pentru mine???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar crezi ca mai simt ceva pentru tine???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Naivule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Niciodata nu o sa mai fie ca prima data, tocmai tu imi ziceai "nimic nu o sa mai fie la fel, totul se schimba, precum vantul, fara o anume conduita." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;In tot acest timp pe care mi l-ai oferit fara remuscari, mi-am dat seama ca m-am ascuns in umbra ta, mi-am dat seama ca nu merit ce am patimit, mi-am dat seama ca am fost o proasta, ca nu am deschis gura sa ma afirm, ca nu am avut curaj sa strig,  m-ai modelat dupa cum ai vrut, m-ai strcat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Oare te-ai gandit vrodata la toate astea, te-ai gandit vreodata la faptul ca te-am iubit, doar ca mi-era frica sa iti arat numai pentru faptul ca tu sa nu iti bati joc?? De ce nu puteai doar sa ma strangi in bratse sa simt ca inca mai faci parte din mine? Cat de greu putea sa fie? Iti place sa ma vezi suferind? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Sopteste-mi si am sa stiu! Arata-mi si am sa vin! O sa te  strang puternic de mana si o sa sar in bratele tale. Pana atunci va trece mult timp, timp in care poti reflecta la tot ce s-a intamplet si ce a insemnat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Acum plec.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;In ziua cand o sa ma intorc o sa vreau sa te privesc in ochii si o sa iti spun ce a insemnat pentru mine si cat de mult a contat tot. Chiar daca o sa fie ultimul lucru pe care o sa ti-l spun o sa fiu impacata. Nu o sa mai am indoiala ca s-ar putea ca tu sa nu fi inteles nimic din tot ce a fost intre noi. Ma risc, dar am incredere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Am plecat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-1825390829699534957?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1825390829699534957/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=1825390829699534957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/1825390829699534957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/1825390829699534957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/made-in-love-with-you.html' title='Made in love with you'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SkkaydNzErI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Ch8VkHKNWaU/s72-c/DSCF0433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-2224996660248560380</id><published>2009-06-04T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:35:08.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aduceri aminte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SihaAUlc82I/AAAAAAAAAF4/g3HuSSYKQUY/s1600-h/DSCF9704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SihaAUlc82I/AAAAAAAAAF4/g3HuSSYKQUY/s320/DSCF9704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343619919447389026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Privire sfioasa, emotie albastra, zambete false, sentimente nefaste. Idei multiple, soapte primitive... Durere taioasa, blandete nervoasa, agitatie lina, liniste deplina. Nepasare dureroasa, iubire falsa, minciuni senine, adevaruri inutile.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tu ce crezi?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nu mai cred nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;- Asa, bine faci, oricum tu nu stii nimic, si cu toate astea stiai tot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;- Nu mai stiu, desi stiam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu nu mai vreau desi vroiam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Te rog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; In zadar!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dar totusi!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nimic, asta e!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Prea tarziu?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Orgoliul tau m-a transformat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In ce?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Intr-o stanca. Mai ti minte, adesea ma intrebai daca esti o stanca!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ... si stanca nu e doar o masca?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nu fraiere! Pentru tine o sa raman mister..... o vasta amintire.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O dulce amintire.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A fost!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O sa fie....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nenorocitule, m-ai distrus!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Te refac. Te repar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nu ai sanse. Pot si singura, am facut-o deja. Prea tarziu. Ai ratat! din nou....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dar vreau....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Poti sa vrei, asa cum vroiam si eu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ma ranesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;- Tu ai inceput! Trebuia sa te gandesti la asta inainte sa o fi facut tu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Te iubesc!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Te-am iubit.... desi m-ai nenorocit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Iarta-ma!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ha! Am facut-o deja.... te-am iertat, dar nu am uitat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nici daca nu vor mai exista minciuni?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nu mai cred in tine!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A fost....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ... atat de mult, pentru nimic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-2224996660248560380?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2224996660248560380/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=2224996660248560380&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2224996660248560380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2224996660248560380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/aduceri-aminte.html' title='Aduceri aminte'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SihaAUlc82I/AAAAAAAAAF4/g3HuSSYKQUY/s72-c/DSCF9704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-4813414513451107650</id><published>2009-06-04T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:16:00.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SihVbxNgQlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VYlPIiV_b8w/s1600-h/room_9_by_Uomo_nella_Pioggia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SihVbxNgQlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VYlPIiV_b8w/s320/room_9_by_Uomo_nella_Pioggia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343614893429899858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Privire ucigasa, clipitul pleoapei, imaginea intiparita, lacrima sarata, sclipirea sperantei....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Momentul meu, moment invalid, speranta faramata, intr-o lume complet eronata. Traiesc in vise, ma trezesc in uitare. Aman dorul, chem auto-controlul. Varianta preferata: uitare si nepasare, amestecata.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Vantul adie calduros, casa goala. Stau la fereastra, privesc orivontul. Zgomote intepatoare, tipete asurzitoare. Luna plina. Imi invadeaza camera, flesh-uri de lumina. Lumanarile stinse, geamurile ciobite, salteaua sfasiata, imaginile sunt derulate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Fotografii asternute precum un covor, sterse, rupte, vechi.... Pete de culoare, iluzii ametitoare. Detin trecutul, amintiri colatoare. Bariera e prezenta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Retraiesc trecutul. Ma asez in genunchi, trec usor mana peste ele. Le simt pulsul, le simt contropul, ii simt prezenta, le adun, le aud soaptele....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Momente de neuitat, lucruri simple, momentele noastre, vise presarate. Privesc luna.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;In minte mi se deruleaza secventele amintirilor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mai ti minte?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;- (Normal ca nu!!) Te ajut eu sa iti amintesti: noptile cu luna plina , noptile magice in care ne intalneam pe fuis, fugeam in necunoscut, evadam din control, ne ascundeam de.... noi si sfarseam unul in bratele celuilalt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;- Vreau sa le retraim!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Haha....Uita!! Dar te rog un lucru, nu ma mai cauta, nu mai mai suna. Imi faci rau! Ai ales, te-ai decis, m-ai ranit, mi-am revenit, dar nu ma mai agita....lasa-ma! Indiferenta mea s-ar putea sa te doara. Mi-e foarte bine asa sa stii. Adio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-4813414513451107650?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4813414513451107650/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=4813414513451107650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4813414513451107650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4813414513451107650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SihVbxNgQlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VYlPIiV_b8w/s72-c/room_9_by_Uomo_nella_Pioggia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-6356555501863666239</id><published>2009-06-04T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:53:57.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vara trecuta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SihQEeXydcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4TbmQhsRMfI/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SihQEeXydcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4TbmQhsRMfI/s320/DSC00079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343608995677631938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ma infioara gandul ca ma vei cauta, ca te voi revedea...Abtine-te! ma va durea. O sa te infioare si pe tine nepasarea mea. O sa vrei sa fugi, sa dai timpul inapoi, sa ai tot ce avea inainte, sa ma ai pe mine... iar eu voi refuza. Ai ales deja, ramai asa. E mult prea tarziu! Ai vrut sa iti traiesti visul de copil, ai vrut sa te ascunzi de adevar, ai preferat minciuna, ai vrut sa iti scrii tu destinul in viata. Dar uite ca ai omis ceva; ce a fost a fost. ce e facut e bun facut. In viitorul meu, tu nu esti prezent. Am invatat sa traiesc si fara tine, fara otrava ta. Imi este mult mai bine. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ti-ai creat o bula, o bula a ta, l-ai considerat scutul tau, dar s-a spart. Nu plang si nici nu o sa o fac, taiesc cu amintiri si cu zambetul pe chip. Trecutul e trecut, nu m-a captivat, prezentul e mai palpitant, iar viitorul inca nu m-a interesat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Stiu ca doare, tu ai vrut, tu ai inceput, si o spun senin.... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Esti in plus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Voltaj - vara trecuta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-6356555501863666239?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6356555501863666239/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=6356555501863666239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6356555501863666239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6356555501863666239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/vara-trecuta.html' title='Vara trecuta'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SihQEeXydcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4TbmQhsRMfI/s72-c/DSC00079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-1138645946147622510</id><published>2009-05-15T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:58:00.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sg3lD-eMyiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V0QgMpXDpT8/s1600-h/The_little_things_by_ToXicLoveKid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sg3lD-eMyiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V0QgMpXDpT8/s320/The_little_things_by_ToXicLoveKid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336172989975939618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Viata este doar o umbra de adevar....Hai sa fugim, hai sa evadam, hai sa ne ascundem de adevar, hai sa mintim sa asa e mai bine.... Asta crezi tu, viata mea e diferita fara tine. Ofer dragoste, macar raspunde cu sinceritate. Acum simt ca vreau sa zbor, asa ca ramai cu bine. Aleg adevarul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by--&gt; http://toxiclovekid.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-1138645946147622510?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1138645946147622510/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=1138645946147622510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/1138645946147622510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/1138645946147622510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/httptoxiclovekid.html' title=''/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sg3lD-eMyiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V0QgMpXDpT8/s72-c/The_little_things_by_ToXicLoveKid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-2151491669836416331</id><published>2009-05-15T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:51:27.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsalanta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sg3j1VXEHxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/168HD3kgsS8/s1600-h/g_a_b_r_i_e_l_by_wQheartbeats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sg3j1VXEHxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/168HD3kgsS8/s320/g_a_b_r_i_e_l_by_wQheartbeats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336171638910361362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Chip rebel rasarit din durere. Atarna pe muche de cutit. Zgomote intepatoare, vise sfidatoare, miscari doritoare, create pe creste inalte, de nori brodate....&lt;br /&gt;Aspiratie inutila intr-o lume aparent divina. Creatii incetosate, de lume sculptate. Tablouri inscenate de zimti crestate. Sala imensa, gata sa ne absoarba in intunericul ei. Zaresc chipul, chipul meu, aparent. Evident. Oglindit intr-o bucata de sticla sfaramata, de timp uitata. Lumanarile stinse, doritoare sa fie aprinse. Cred in mine vars lacrimi si suspine, exteriorizez otrava imbibata de tine. Ma aplec sa iau bucata de oglinda. O ridic si o pun in fata luminii care patrunde in marea sala. Reflecta lumina, cheama ingeri, dezvaluie minciuna, lumineaza chipul. Pentru ca inca mai am speranta.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by--&gt; http://wqheartbeats.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-2151491669836416331?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2151491669836416331/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=2151491669836416331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2151491669836416331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/2151491669836416331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/nonsalanta.html' title='Nonsalanta'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sg3j1VXEHxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/168HD3kgsS8/s72-c/g_a_b_r_i_e_l_by_wQheartbeats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-9044306942259955291</id><published>2009-05-15T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:28:25.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haos organizat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sg3eQ0So_5I/AAAAAAAAADw/GkvB7CQi9aA/s1600-h/Lips_Love_Smoke__by_Lil8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sg3eQ0So_5I/AAAAAAAAADw/GkvB7CQi9aA/s320/Lips_Love_Smoke__by_Lil8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336165514000007058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Suflet invalid. Respira mila, expira frica. Ii lipsesc amintirile... pierderi de memorie, abisuri albastre, create din spaime nefaste. Refuza sa spere...prea multa durere, refuza sa viseze.... frica de cosmaruri, refuza sa doreasca....pentru ca ii e frica sa nu se raneasca. Se fereste de aspiratii si idealuri. Iubeste nebunii pentru ca au o lume a lor, pentru ca o creaza si pentru ca o pastreaza doar pentru ei.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Suflet indoctrinat cu ura, exteriorizeaza lacrimi otravitoare printre spinii ascutiti. Obsedat de libertate, atras de singuratate. Obsedat de vindecare, astras de uitare. Contine vibrari de violet, aripi de plumb, emana neputinta, crede in naivitate. Metamorfoza totala..... totul e in ceata, suflet de cenusa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ce zici!! Iti place ce ai creat!?!? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;photo by --&gt; http://lil8.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-9044306942259955291?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9044306942259955291/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=9044306942259955291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/9044306942259955291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/9044306942259955291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/haos-organizat.html' title='Haos organizat'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sg3eQ0So_5I/AAAAAAAAADw/GkvB7CQi9aA/s72-c/Lips_Love_Smoke__by_Lil8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-8128101663935040855</id><published>2009-05-15T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:06:09.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Smiles* :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sg3ZNF7aBLI/AAAAAAAAADo/BGjYjQJGecE/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sg3ZNF7aBLI/AAAAAAAAADo/BGjYjQJGecE/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336159952456778930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mi-ai spus vorbe goale...privirea la fel, in mintea mea inca ruleaza filmuletul amintirilor. M-ai distrus, m-ai reparat, m-ai mintit, m-ai subestimat...vorbe spuse in vant. Am datuit multe si am primit putine. Nu regret, nici nu o sa o fac. Pentru tine o sa raman o amintire, in schimb tu pentru mine ai devenit un cojmar..... si totusi nu plang, nu meriti, in nici un caz lacrimile mele.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Zambesc pentru tot, pentru amintiri, pentru clipe de neuitat. Zambesc pentru mine, zambesc pentru tine. Zambesc atunci cand imi amintesc ce am simtit pentru tine. Zambesc pentru ca asa imi sta mie cel mai bine. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-8128101663935040855?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8128101663935040855/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=8128101663935040855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8128101663935040855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8128101663935040855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/smiles.html' title='*Smiles* :)'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sg3ZNF7aBLI/AAAAAAAAADo/BGjYjQJGecE/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-8953285082959516702</id><published>2009-05-15T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:56:35.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach me !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sg3W5DYedLI/AAAAAAAAADg/hULWqywcnrQ/s1600-h/R_e_t_u_r_n_by_MissAyleen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sg3W5DYedLI/AAAAAAAAADg/hULWqywcnrQ/s320/R_e_t_u_r_n_by_MissAyleen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336157409152758962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Am sperante, te am pe tine, ajuta-ma, ridica-ma, priveste-ma si spune-mi ca ma ai pe mine. In mintea mea e haos....stii ca ma gandesc la tine,stii ca ma poti avea, stii ca vreau sa mai stai, hai sa punem scuflet, sa iubim si sa iertam, sa ne amintim si sa uitam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Invata-ma sa te iubesc si sa te urasc, invata-ma sa se doresc si sa te am, invata-ma sa te ranesc si sa te repar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Invata-ma sa lupt si sa renunt, sa cad si sa ma ridic, invata-ma sa traiesc si sa imi amintesc,  invata-ma sa privesc si sa uit, invata-ma sa atac si sa ma feresc....Apara-ma! Apara-ma de tine... ba nu! Apara-ma mai mult de mine. Ai grija de mine!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Invata-ma cum sa supravietuiesc fara tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-8953285082959516702?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8953285082959516702/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=8953285082959516702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8953285082959516702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8953285082959516702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/teach-me.html' title='Teach me !!'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sg3W5DYedLI/AAAAAAAAADg/hULWqywcnrQ/s72-c/R_e_t_u_r_n_by_MissAyleen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-9199280905240957837</id><published>2009-05-14T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:51:38.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invata sa alegi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sgygay4dIXI/AAAAAAAAADY/p0gHDDSsiyg/s1600-h/splash2_by_BenoitPaille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sgygay4dIXI/AAAAAAAAADY/p0gHDDSsiyg/s320/splash2_by_BenoitPaille.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335816040722801010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Liber sa aleg, aleg sa zambesc, zambetele false sunt deghizate, aleg sa visez, aleg sa dansez, aleg sa alerg. Alerg prin vise, vise subjugate, fete false in vise imbracate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Afara ploua. Aleg sa alerg prin ploaie, desculta, golasa, impulzisa si doritoare. Trec peste ape, zburam peste ele, calcam pe orice, nu imi pasa de ele. Simteam apa rece la picioarele mele, ma gadila pana la glezne. Era rece si placuta, o adiere, un fior dulce....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Dansez prin ploaie, sunt nemuritoare, visez ca pot sa zbor. Dansez cu amintirile si cu pozele vechi, dansez cu prietenii si cu fetele straine, dansez pentru toti si toti cu mine. Ma joc cu picaturile de ploaie, dansez si cu ele iar ele se joaca cu mine. Dansez cu culorile iar ele ma inveselesc pe mine. Dansez in iarba iar ea ma gadila in talpa. Dansez pe un nor iar el ma plimba. Dansez printre stele si culeg cate putin din ele. Dansez cu luna si impreunam vise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-9199280905240957837?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9199280905240957837/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=9199280905240957837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/9199280905240957837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/9199280905240957837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/invata-sa-alegi.html' title='Invata sa alegi'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sgygay4dIXI/AAAAAAAAADY/p0gHDDSsiyg/s72-c/splash2_by_BenoitPaille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-1081787564026372478</id><published>2009-05-14T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:26:45.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sgyaa9-6rbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sOnDzD287jc/s1600-h/goodbye_by_soono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sgyaa9-6rbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sOnDzD287jc/s320/goodbye_by_soono.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335809446632926642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lacrimi in vant, purtate de o briza. Cineva sa vina sa ma salveze. Nu pot sa ajung unde vreu sa fiu. Spune-mi ca vi, arata-mi ca iti pasa.... invata-ma sa fiu si pentru mine, nu doar pentru tine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Scutur din nas si te am pe tine , dau din aripi si zbor cu tine.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Urasc singuratatea, prefer durerea in locul cuvintelor dure si usturatoare. Am cazut, m-am zdruncinat, am primit o palma, mi-am revenit, m-am ridicat, am dat o palma si mi-am vazut in continuare de drum.... never look back :) ce e facut e bun facut.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;M-am trezit. Fug pe tarm, sunt sus pe o stanca, privesc in jos si zaresc marea. Se izbeste cu atata forta de stanci.... e atat de puternica, precum dorul meu pentru tine. Ridic privirea spre cer si zaresc picaturile. Cereul plange, o picatura de ploaie se izbeste de obrazul meu si o ia incet in jos. Ma simt atat de libera. Intind mainile spre cer dorind sa il apuc, simt ca prind aripi, ca pot sa zbor....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Sunt fericita, pot sa plang si sa zambesc in acelasi timp fara nici un fel de tristete in suflet. Lacrimile cerului mi se alaturau anevoie iar zambetul meu era neastamparat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-1081787564026372478?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1081787564026372478/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=1081787564026372478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/1081787564026372478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/1081787564026372478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/lacrimi-in-vant-purtate-de-o-briza.html' title=''/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sgyaa9-6rbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sOnDzD287jc/s72-c/goodbye_by_soono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-8167356911684947819</id><published>2009-05-14T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:58:55.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SgyUBqczRTI/AAAAAAAAADI/VJrhtau1c-M/s1600-h/poze2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SgyUBqczRTI/AAAAAAAAADI/VJrhtau1c-M/s320/poze2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335802414823064882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Respir culori si expir vise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ofera-mi o petala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;In schimbul unor clipe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clipe de neuitat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenate de un zambet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chip placut....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Creat dintr-un inger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-8167356911684947819?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8167356911684947819/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=8167356911684947819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8167356911684947819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8167356911684947819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SgyUBqczRTI/AAAAAAAAADI/VJrhtau1c-M/s72-c/poze2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-6328843249791459091</id><published>2009-05-14T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T14:10:27.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SgySTmMjNHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LiPK3b3Y7g8/s1600-h/fairy_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SgySTmMjNHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LiPK3b3Y7g8/s320/fairy_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335800523895551090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Pentru ca sunt o stanca si port o masca de om... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-6328843249791459091?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6328843249791459091/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=6328843249791459091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6328843249791459091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6328843249791459091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/motive.html' title='Motive'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SgySTmMjNHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LiPK3b3Y7g8/s72-c/fairy_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-6617296407745008221</id><published>2009-05-14T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:46:48.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evadare in curcubeu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SgyRLh5dVtI/AAAAAAAAACw/B9RYF0iSEdA/s1600-h/____angels_wings_____by_Memphis86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SgyRLh5dVtI/AAAAAAAAACw/B9RYF0iSEdA/s320/____angels_wings_____by_Memphis86.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335799285791151826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Furtuna, ploaie, tunete, fulgere, suspine, spaime, tremuraturi, sperante, vise, impliniri. Compozitia mea in momentul de fata....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Scot capul de sub patura. Afara, ploaie de vara. Imi fac curaj si ma duc inspre geam. Pe el se scurg lin si elegant picurii de ploaie... pareau colorati, jucausi si eleganti....se bucurau de libertate, asa cum ar trebui sa procedez si eu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ma las purtata de curiozitate. Deschid ferastra si imi var mainile afara. Astept sa fie udate, astept sa ma curat, ma simt murdara, murdara de tine. Simt picaturile reci cum se lovesc de mainile mele, ma simt libera. Inchid ochii. Imi cresc aripi colorate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Primul rand de aripi era rosu, arata pasiunea si focul din mine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Al doi-lea rand avea culoarea orange, imi arata forta idealului.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Al trei-lea rand avea culoarea glben, arata zbuciumul.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Al patru-lea rand de aripi avea culoarea verde, arata puritate si prosperitate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Al cinci-lea rand de aripi era allbastru, arata dorinta de libertate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Al sase-lea rand de aripi era de culoarea indigoului, arata inlantuirea implinirii.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Al sapte-lea rand de aripi avrea culoarea violet, inspirau frica, dar cu tate astea neputinta de libertate.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Asa ca am zburat, pe rand.... dar cu un scop anume. Vroiam sa ma regasesc....Imi doream sa vad mai mult decat imi era dat sa vad si sa simt mai mult decat imi era dat sa simt. Imi doream sa vad mai sus de nori si sa simt mai mult decat raceala picaturilor....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Am deschis ochii mari. Eram pe terasa celui mai inalt bloc, cu mainile indreptate spre cer si cu gandurile si mai departe. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ploaia se oprise. Soarele ma mangaia cu razele lui, iar curcubeul aparure in fata mea... era precum cel din visul meu. Dar!!!...cum se face? Eu eram la geam si visam ca zburam, iar acum cand am deschis ochii ma aflam aici... deasupra tuturor. Oare chiar am zburat!?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-6617296407745008221?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6617296407745008221/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=6617296407745008221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6617296407745008221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6617296407745008221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/evadare-in-curcubeu.html' title='Evadare in curcubeu'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SgyRLh5dVtI/AAAAAAAAACw/B9RYF0iSEdA/s72-c/____angels_wings_____by_Memphis86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-6740157975475013902</id><published>2009-05-13T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:18:00.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untouched</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SgqhBJKEn5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/UPAY076G9ho/s1600-h/your_bad_intentions_by_Ronaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SgqhBJKEn5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/UPAY076G9ho/s320/your_bad_intentions_by_Ronaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335253749583880082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Un banal sfarsit, un victorios inceput....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ieri.... te iubeam, azi te uit. Ai plecat, nu te mai intoarce, ai ales...ai crezut ca viata e o tabla de joc. Ehhh uite ca te-ai inselat. Acolo sa ramai, sa nu te mai revad, nu imi doresc. Atat de multe pentru nimic! Ai mintit. M-ai folosit ca pe un nivel in viata ta, m.ai tratat ca pe celelalte, iar eu te-am pus pe un piedestal. Ai plecat. Pleaca!!! Fara revederi, fara regrete, fara pareri de rau....acolo sa ramai. Nu iubesc lasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ma privesc in oglinda sa vad ce a ramas.... a ramas ce ai construit tu, ce ai vrut tu sa devin, tu mi-ai otravit sufletul, m-ai indoctrinat cu ura. Precum o pelerina.... pelerina dispare. In locul ei apar EU, am revenit! Acelasi suflet inocent de la inceput, acel suflet de care te-ai indragostit, acel suflet pe care l-ai adorat, acel suflet pe care l-ai devorat si pe care l-ai ranit, pe care l-ai facut sa devina cenusa...doar ca tu nu stiai ca poate sa renasca si din cenusa..... Nu-i nimic, stai linistit, uita-ma, pleaca si nu te mai intoarce, ma descurc mai bine si fara tine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Se vede ca nu ma cunosti... de fapt asta am si vrut, sa raman un mister, sa nu ma descoperi, nu am vrut sa imi dau masca jos, era ca si cum as renuntsa si m-as fi daruit cu totul, iar tu nu meritai! Am invatat de la cineva ca oricat de mult ai iubi o persoana, trebuie sa pastrezi ceva si pentru tine, sa nu daruiesti chiar totul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Nu plang, nu am varsat nici o lacrima in profida celor intamplate, nu meritai! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lasa.mi amintirile, am sa zambesc atunci cand imi aduc aminte, nu am sa plang pntru ele....la fel cum nu am sa plang nici pentru tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Minciunile tale au inceput sa ma bantuie, macar ai mintit frumos...dar am avut un final dureros, ai avut grija sa oferi clipe frumoase, de neuitat iar la sfarsit ai trantit o bomba in inima mea, asta ca nimeni sa nu te uite si sa ai o amprenta puternica la final. Egoistule!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Daca ma gandesc mai bine, tu ai iesit in pierdere... ai inceput ceva si ai lasat neterminat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Roata se intoarce. Am invatat sa iau palme dar sa le si intorc, in viatsa nu trebuie decat sa te multumesti cu ce ai, trebuie sa lupti si sa iti doresti din ce in ce mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Asta e sfarsitul, cred ca il asteptai, ma minteai zambind cand ma sarutai. Dupa usa asta e un nou inceput, uita acum de mine o sa ma descurc. Pleaca!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Am invatat ca in viatsa trebuie sa si pierzi, ca sa castigi ceva mai bun si mai consistent dar si care sa merite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Am cazut, am realizat, m.am ridicat si am plecat cu capul sus fraiere. Nu ca tine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;P.S.: Nu ma plang, nu regret, nu sufar. E decrierea unei despartiri vazuta din punctul meu de vedere. Nu plang pentru orgoliul tau sau pt lasitatea ta, zambesc pentru ce a fost frumos si pentru ca s-a terminat asa. Daca s-ar fi terminat mai frumos poate ca as fi plans. Mi-am dorit ca intr-o despartire finalul sa fie dur si usturator ca sa nu imi mai doresc o continuare la ce a fost. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-6740157975475013902?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6740157975475013902/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=6740157975475013902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6740157975475013902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/6740157975475013902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/untouched.html' title='Untouched'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SgqhBJKEn5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/UPAY076G9ho/s72-c/your_bad_intentions_by_Ronaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-8165469068766066746</id><published>2009-05-13T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:21:04.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am invatat....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sgp8rmSWx-I/AAAAAAAAACI/4Px62DptX1o/s1600-h/4mw9xcx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sgp8rmSWx-I/AAAAAAAAACI/4Px62DptX1o/s320/4mw9xcx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335213797027530722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca poti visa, iar visele se indeplinesc numai atunci cand dorinta este arzatoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca minciuna, in unele situatii este benefica, fereste lumea de suferinta, ba chiar si protejeaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca respectand oamenii din jurul tau, poti capata respect si simpatie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat sa cred in ingeri....in ingerul meu pazitor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca in viata ai parte si de lacrimi de bucurie, nu numai de tristete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand faceai cate o buba, devenea o invatatura de minte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat sa iau palme si sa dau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca fiacare cazatura te inalta si mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca fiecare dorinta iti da si mai multa speranta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatsat ca pot sa zbor daca vreau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand cad trebuie sa ma ridic singura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca umbra este partea ascunsa din mine, pe care doar eu o cunoosc cu adevarat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat sa fac greseli, sa le recunosc si sa invat din ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca poti aduce curcubeul in viata ta, chiar si atunci cand afara e furtuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca sarutul e culoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca iubind sincer si curat te vei simti mult mai bine decat atunci cand iubesti si minti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca o mangaiere sau un alint iti dau tarie si incredere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand imbratisezi pe cineva devi mai puternic si mai increzator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca rabradea iti datuieste o surpriza mai consistenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca scriind si vorbind liber capeti incredere in tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca dulcele poate fi si amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca fericirea trebuie sa ti-o faci singur, nu sa o astepti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca aparentele insala intodeauna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca lacrimile si parerile de rau sunt pentru oameni slabi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca de fiecare data trebuie sa le arati celor din jur ca esti puternic, asta ca sa nu isi bata joc de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca increderea se capata greu, dar se pierde usor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca si negrul e o culoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca daca vrei cu adevarat, poti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca niciodata nu trebuie sa spui niciodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca e mai bine sa regreti ceva ce ai facut, decat sa regreti un lucru pentru ca nu l-ai facut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa aculti doar cu urechile, ci cu inima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca asteptarile sunt arzatoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca chiar daca "urasti" o persoana ajungi sa o iubesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca banalul poate fi chiar interesant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca de la ura la dragoste e doar un pas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat sa accept si critici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca viata nu este chiar ata de roz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand iubesti, trebuie sa si suferi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat sa ma bucur pentru oirice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca prima iubire nu se uita niciodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat sa urasc si sa iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat sa cred in tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca lucrurile simple iti dau cea mai mare satisfactie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca si ingerii plang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca zambind te ajuti pe tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca mirosul de primavara te ajuta sa te indragostesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am invatat ca nu exista sfarsit, ci doar un nou inceput.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-8165469068766066746?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8165469068766066746/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=8165469068766066746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8165469068766066746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8165469068766066746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-invatat.html' title='Am invatat....'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sgp8rmSWx-I/AAAAAAAAACI/4Px62DptX1o/s72-c/4mw9xcx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-4724246983132066881</id><published>2009-05-13T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:46:39.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prin ochii unui copil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sgp5Z_NUdhI/AAAAAAAAACA/sxL4Wz0Wf94/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sgp5Z_NUdhI/AAAAAAAAACA/sxL4Wz0Wf94/s320/Picture+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335210195944764946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Nu demult percepeam viata ca fiind o cutiuta colorata si plina de cantecele dragute. Profitam, ne bucuram, daruiam, visam, iar visele deveneau realitate. Iubeam sincer, faceam prostioare si nebunii, minteam...toate astea fara consecinte nefaste. Pentru ca in jurul nostru se invartea totul, nu ne era greu sa ne indeplinim visele, pentru ca ele se invarteau dupa noi, nu noi dupa ele.&lt;br /&gt;Viata noastra vazuta in ochii unui copil.... Eram iubit, daruiam iubire, iar asta fara nici un fel de teama, teama de a nu suferi din iubire, simtea si iubeam pur; traiam momentul din plin, stiam sa profitam si sa ne bucuram de fiecare lucru, oricat de nesemnificativ pare acum. Visam, traiam si respiram colorat, nu aveam griji sau cosmaruri, suparari sau nemultumiri.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Tu cum preferi sa vezi viata? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-4724246983132066881?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4724246983132066881/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=4724246983132066881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4724246983132066881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/4724246983132066881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/prin-ochii-unui-copil.html' title='Prin ochii unui copil...'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sgp5Z_NUdhI/AAAAAAAAACA/sxL4Wz0Wf94/s72-c/Picture+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-8908993398624621503</id><published>2009-04-29T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:04:29.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SfjH04VeVyI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZpjLgrRvIys/s1600-h/life_like_a_paint_by_aLittleOfMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SfjH04VeVyI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZpjLgrRvIys/s320/life_like_a_paint_by_aLittleOfMe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330229870282561314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;De ce absolut toata lumea incerca sa gaseasca raspunsuri la anumite intrebari..... de ce nu vrem sa ne obisnuim cu ideea ca viata nu are raspunsuri, stim dar nu vrem sa recunoastem. Ne omoram timpul cu intrebari de genul: "De ce suferim?", "De ce nu putem fi fericiti?", "De ce am starea asta de cacat?", "De ce e ala rau?", "De ce sa nu strig?", "De ce sunt las?", "De ce iubesc?", "De ce urasc?", "De ce nu pot avea tot ce imi doresc?", "De ce sunt asa?" , "De ce nu ma pot schimba?". Eu personal m-am saturat. Si acum intervin si eu cu niste intrebari....de ce nu putem fi fericiti? de ce nu traim viata asa cum e ea, cu bune si rele? de ce mereu ne dorim altceva decat cea ce avem? de ce suntem egoisti? de ce nu intelegem faptul ca  viata, starile si sentimentele nu sunt facute sa fie intelese, sa aiba logica sau explicatie ci doar sa fie traite..... Acum putem fi fericiti? Putem sa traim si sa intelegem!!? Daca chiar am sti tot, ce sens ar mai avea viata, unde ar fi misterul?!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-8908993398624621503?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8908993398624621503/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=8908993398624621503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8908993398624621503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8908993398624621503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-your-life.html' title='Live your life'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SfjH04VeVyI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZpjLgrRvIys/s72-c/life_like_a_paint_by_aLittleOfMe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-5647688758979767339</id><published>2009-03-06T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:46:45.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirosuri.. Arome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SbGDp8n3VNI/AAAAAAAAABI/74FCepR59nA/s1600-h/sunset_by_onlyphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SbGDp8n3VNI/AAAAAAAAABI/74FCepR59nA/s320/sunset_by_onlyphoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310170192317732050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Am citit intr-un articol mai multe variante despre mirosuri, arome.... S-a gadit vreodata cineva ca si sufletul norstu are un miros anume? Mirosul fiecarui suflet...fiind el bun sau rau, pur sau murdar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Apoi am propus un joc. A intrebat mai multe cunostinte a ce miroase sufletul lor.. Fiecare a incercat sa raspunda cat mai frumos posibil si sa arate laturi angelice. Mi-am dat seama ca toti isi descriau mirosul sufletului ca fiind calitatile care le detineau si lucrurile care ii faceau fericiti in viata, carora le facea placere si aducea satisfacti sufletului, intr-un fel sau altul.. Prima reactie era una de blocaj, apoi raspundeau dupa care incepeau sa se gandeasca daca exista intr-adevar asa ceva... Raspunsul la intrebarea asta se afla in sufletul fiacaruia. Alegeti de asemenea daca vreti sa credeti sau nu, daca vreti sa jucati sau nu, daca vi se pare o prostie sau chiar e ceva interesant. Atat timp cat este un joc de cunoastere de sine sunt de parere ca e foarte interesant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mirosul sufletului meu e unul aromat, contine multe ingrediente, miros de culoare.. de zambet.. de primavara.. de mar cu scortisoara.. de mare.. de apus.. de visator.. de amintiri.. de fericire.. de dragoste. miros putin piperat si de multe ori dominant. miros de libertate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Dar sufletul tau ce miros are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-5647688758979767339?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5647688758979767339/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=5647688758979767339&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5647688758979767339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5647688758979767339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/mirosuri-arome.html' title='Mirosuri.. Arome...'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/SbGDp8n3VNI/AAAAAAAAABI/74FCepR59nA/s72-c/sunset_by_onlyphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-18390912230003472</id><published>2009-03-03T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:33:17.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegeri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sa107ENeneI/AAAAAAAAABA/e4D02RQ5USs/s1600-h/time_to_love_by_Chibasenka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309028093831060962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sa107ENeneI/AAAAAAAAABA/e4D02RQ5USs/s320/time_to_love_by_Chibasenka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cer sau pamant, luna sau soare, lumina sau intuneric, frumos sau urat, bun sau rau, rai sau iad....&lt;br /&gt;Ce e acela iad?...Nimeni nu detine acest raspuns, poate doar sufletul atunci cand se desprinde de trup si se lanseaza spre ceva complet nou, ceva necunoscut....care iti da fiori si de care esti foarte curios sa il afli. Dar totusi nici el nu iti poate impartasi secretul!&lt;br /&gt;Dar raiul? L-ai vazut? L-ai simtit? "NU". Nici aici nu sti ce raspuns sa dai! Asta ramane la alegerea fiecaruia, in ce vrea sa creada, ce spera....&lt;br /&gt;Stau si ma gandesc....toti ne intrebam. Ce e una? Ce e alta? Unde se afla? Cum arata? Intrebari fara raspuns.&lt;br /&gt;In viziunea mea, iadul poate fi chiar viatsa de pe pamant... pentru ca noi, oamenii, ne facem viatsa urata, dificila, nu privim decat partea goala a paharului....uitam sa profitam de lucrurile care ne fac placere, lucruri care ne inconjoara, lucruri simple... care ne fac cu adevarat fericiti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce atata minciuna? Cand o sa ne maturizam in adevaratul sens al cuvantului!? Traim ascunsi dupa niste masti, nu aratam sentimente si pierdem foarte mult din cauza asta.... uitam ca avem doar o viata si trebuie traita in totalitate nu in episoade. Suntem egoisti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Timpul e singurul lucru care se pierde intr-adevar!" Mircea Eliade&lt;br /&gt;"Egoismul e singurul sambure rau din om" Mihai Eminescu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Traiti-va fiecare clipa, ca si cum ar fi ultima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-18390912230003472?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/18390912230003472/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=18390912230003472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/18390912230003472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/18390912230003472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/alegeri.html' title='Alegeri...'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/Sa107ENeneI/AAAAAAAAABA/e4D02RQ5USs/s72-c/time_to_love_by_Chibasenka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-7046353064526298676</id><published>2009-01-23T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:43:40.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifetime moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Camera goala, plina de amintiri de vise, de trairi, de sentiminte, de emotii...pare goala dar e plina de noi...fotografiile vechi inca mai impodobesc peretii....am strans atatea lacrimi si clipe de dor, am strans visele in pumni si ma doare sa sterg amintirile. Vreau sa retraiesc tot....sa dorm pe umarul tau, sa te gasesc pe salteaua moale, invelit cu un cearsaf in care ne ascundeam in noptile cu luna plina, iar cand ploaia batea in geam, eu ma ascundeam in bratele tale, facem parte din tine....iar tu erai o parte din mine. Diminetile ne ascundeam de razele soarelui ce navaleau peste noi, ca si cum am fi vrut sa nu fim descoperiti... Cate dorinte aveam si in cate vise credeam....cate si mai cate!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Privesc acum in gol...nu mai recunosc nimic din ce era. Geamul care ne pazea de exteriorul invalit in mister acum este spart....ma apropii. Imi privesc chiplu care se oglindea in cioburi... nu mai era acel chip pe care il stiai tu, acel chip care il adorai cand iti zambea, cand te privea....acel chip de care erai hipnotizat, care emana fericire, dorinta, placere, iubire... "Ochii sunt oglinda sufletului!" mai stii? asta imi sopteai de fiacare data cand ii priveai....iar eu nu puteam sa imi ascund dorintele, emotiile, trairile....mereu stiai ce simt. Oare acum daca i-ai vedea ce ai crede ca simt?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Imi e atat de greu... m-ai lasat intr-un vis cu sufletul frant....se pierde toata dragostea. Dar amintindu-mi, inca mai retraiesc emotiile ca niste cai salbatici care imi navaleau trupul, care imi dadeau fiori la fiecare atingere si care ma faceau sa rosecs asemeni unei copilite in fata ta....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mi-e dor de un sarut, de o atingere....vin aici pentru ca filmul nostru inca mai ruleaza intre acesti patru pereti....inca se simte parfumul dragostei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Toate astea le-am scris pentru tine...pentru ca te-am vazut si pe tine intrand aici. Iti e dor si tie, de tot! Pentru ca o dragoste adevarata trebuie retraita la infinit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Cuvintele sunt goale la fel ca si sufletele noastre..unu in absenta celuilalt.....dar simt ca dorim amandoi acelasi lucru....ne dorim sa retraim....pentru ca ne-am grabit sa traim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-7046353064526298676?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7046353064526298676/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=7046353064526298676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7046353064526298676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7046353064526298676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/lifetime-moments.html' title='Lifetime moments'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-5125079804322083277</id><published>2009-01-15T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:12:26.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fericirea este compusa doar din lucruri simple....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    "Progresam si uitam sa fim fericiti....ingropam bucurii". Lucruri simple, bucurii:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;amintiri, vise, sperante, atingeri, mangaiere, timiditate, nopti albe, nopti calde, ploi de vara, raza de soare, picautra de ploaie, Marea Neagra, rasarit, plaja, foc, dragoste, fum, iubire, aerul sarat, pielea sarata dupa baia in mare, cristalele de nisip, adierea blanda a vantului care iti alinta parul, roua diminetii,firele de iarba, floarea soarelui, lacrimi, alunita de pe obraz, privirea dragastoasa, sticla de vin, cerul senin, fotografiile, soaptele noptii, iuluzia lunii, covorul de stele, parfumul lui, buze, rasuflare, disperare, nepasare, hohote de ras, lupta, ideal.&lt;br /&gt;   Traieste-ti clipa!....pretuieste fiecare moment, timpul nu asteapta pe nimeni!&lt;br /&gt;   Ieri este istorie, maine este mister....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-5125079804322083277?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5125079804322083277/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=5125079804322083277&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5125079804322083277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/5125079804322083277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/progresam-si-uitam-sa-fim-fericiti.html' title='Fericirea este compusa doar din lucruri simple....'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-8434976175348387818</id><published>2009-01-14T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:20:56.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capable... ou pas capable?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Simt nevoia sa ma copilaresc...Sa devin copil, sa traiesc, sa zambesc, sa ma joc, sa ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;bucur ca un copil...Sa pun intrebari la care sa le aflu raspunsul si sa dau frau liber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;imaginatiei, emotiilor si sentimentelor....Sa fac tot ce vreau, cum vreau, cand vreau si unde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;vreau....iar acum... am crescut! E ca si cum cineva spune "STOP!", nu ai voie sa...., sa...., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;sa.... si sa... De ce? Pentru ca ai crescut, te-ai maturizat,sau cel putin incerci, dar in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;schimb ce capeti....aroganta, nesimtire, ipocrizie si asa mai departe... pe langa asta si mai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;multe intrebari...fara raspuns evident... la care te zbati sa le dai un raspuns iar ele parca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;se incapataneaza sa nu le recunoasca. Si ce faci? observi ca nu razbati... renunti? sau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;continui sa lupti? Capabil sau nu capabil? Nu o sa ascult incapatanarea lor... o sa continui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;pentru ca am fost crescuta cu deviza "Orice intrebare are raspuns!" si "Daca vrei, poti!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Acum e randul meu sa te provoc...."Intri in jocul vietii?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;    Capabil, sau nu capabil ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-8434976175348387818?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8434976175348387818/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=8434976175348387818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8434976175348387818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/8434976175348387818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/capable-ou-pas-capable.html' title='Capable... ou pas capable?!'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-3295027372558635951</id><published>2009-01-14T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:18:53.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentu ca existi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Definitie"... asta mi-a venit acum in minte... tot ce ne inconjoara are o definitie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;o explicatie....dar oare a putut cineva vreodata sa gaseasca definitia "iubirii". Parerea mea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;este ca "NU"....IUBIREA se simte si se arata.... nu se explica, iar daca iti este impartita e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;si mai bine si mai placut...e cu adevarat o emotie puternica, ceva ce simti intens, cum vrei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;si cum iti place. Acum vine intrebarea: "Tu cum o simti?" Fiecare are felul lui de a simti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;de a iubi, de a gandi, de a visa, de a alinta, de a zambi de a mangaia, de a atinge, de a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;saruta....Toti suntem diferiti, chiar daca ni se pare ca cineva seamana cu altcineva.... in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;adancul mintii, inimii, trupului sau sufletului avem ceva diferit de celalalt... care ne face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;speciali.... care ne da dreptul sa fim asa cum dorim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;    Combin patru elemente: "mintea", "inima","trupul" si "sufletul" pentru ca se leaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;intre ele... nu pot functiona una fara alta... iar atunci cand trebuie sa iei o hotarare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ele se sfatuiesc si i-au o hotarare impreuna... totul depinde de ele... nu le &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;potsi "folosi" separat... au aceeasi importanta....Aceste patru elemente se regasesc si in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;mine, ma ajuta de fiecare data, imi dau putere si mai multa incredere in propriile forte....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ma simt de patru ori mai puternica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;    Aud de fiecare data : "Sunt un om ca toti ceilalti!" GRESIIIT!!! "Esti doar tu! un om &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;special, diferit si important! esti TU... esti UNIC!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-3295027372558635951?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3295027372558635951/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=3295027372558635951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3295027372558635951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/3295027372558635951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/pentu-ca-existi.html' title='Pentu ca existi.'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-7641148231705375246</id><published>2009-01-13T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:33:46.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lumina'/><title type='text'>Reintoarcere in viitor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Dansul fluturilor de nea...ii urmaresc intrebandu-ma "ce ii determina sa ne incante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;sufletele cu minunata lor prezenta?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Doi fulgi se opresc in fata mea.... ma uit la ei, intind palma...erau lipiti unul de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;altul. Formau un singur fulg....ca si cum vroiau sa isi arate afectiunea unu fata de celalalt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ii priveam si mi-a venit in minte cuvantul "TU",acel "TU" pe care il spui cu multa dragoste si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;pasiune....care este doar al tau si care merge doar in combinatie cu "EU". Este acel "TU" care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;iti este aproape, care te priveste, te mangaie, te saruta, iti daruieste un zambet cand ai nevoie  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;de el, care te tine strans in brate cand itsi e frica,care te doreste exact asa cum esti....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;chiat daca nu iti vine sa crezi.....caruia ii e frica atunci cand nu esti cu el, care tremura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;cand il atingi, caruia inima-i bate in piept ca si cum ar vrea sa o ia la fuga atunci cand te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;vede, care atunci cand te atinge ii e frica sa nu te raneasca....acel "TU" care este al tau, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;care itsi apartine in totalitate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Acest joc la cuvintelor formeaza unul singur "NOI", un singur trup, pe care nimic nu il &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;poate dizolva. Trupul nostru....format din "TU" si "EU".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Acum ma regasesc in bratele tale....ma mangai, iti place sa te joci in parul meu, mi-l &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;desfaci ca sa il poti alinta in nestire...ma privesti in ochi, imi spui uimit, ca de fiecare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;data, ca au culoarea oceanului,ma privesti atat de patrunzator incat am impresia ca vrei sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;imi citesti gandurile, vrei sa intri in mintea mea, in capul meu, in sufletul meu.... dar te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;opresti la inima...pentru ca deja esti acolo, sti bine asta. Continui sa ma privesti, vreu sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;stiu de asemenea ce gandesti, sa te inteleg. Iti apleci privirea la buzele mele....le atingi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;incet, le mangai cu o frica evidenta...ca si cum ti-e frica sa nu le ranesti. Ele te vor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;tu sti asta....te supui, ma sarutsi...atat de frumos cat sa imi mai doresc, dar nu te potsi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;abtsine sa nu le musti, sa simti ca sunt ale tale, ca iti apartin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Ma opresc, te privesc, te ating si ma gandesc... cu inima, mintea, trupul si sufletul meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;s-au hotarat. Te vor, te vor pe tine.Te privesc in ochi...privesc in tine, vreu sa stiu ce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;gandesti....oare o sa reusesc? Dar in acelasi timp aud acele cuvinte magice: "TE IUBESC"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-7641148231705375246?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7641148231705375246/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=7641148231705375246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7641148231705375246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7641148231705375246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/reintoarcere-in-viitor.html' title='Reintoarcere in viitor!'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296837442706248971.post-7731991672096076297</id><published>2009-01-13T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:22:06.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speranta'/><title type='text'>Speranta moare ultima!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;    E atat de intuneric. Precum in cel mai adanc abis al idealului....dar privesc in sus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;sperand la o calauza. Totul era pustiu, chiar si acolo sus in lumea titanilor nemuritori,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;dar stiu....stiu ca esti acolo si incerci sa ma gasesti in lumea mea rece si parasita chiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;si de scanteia sperantei. Ma prabusesc la pamant...in mai putin de doua secunde desi pentru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;mine ....a durat cat o cadere in cel mai adanc abis. Apoi am avut o presimtire....ca si cand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;o mana ma tragea la EL, acel EL care te urmareste pana la ultina scanteiere a dorintei de a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;mai zambi pentru o speranta. Dar nu am cedat. Am supravietuit. Nu mi-am indurat soarta.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;m-am zbatut pana la sfarsit in acest rece si in acelasi timp arzator abis. Simteam ca si cum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;niste ace ma strapung incercand sa-mi suga si ultimul suflu. Cu cat sunt mai inlantuita mai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;mult cu atat stiu ca tu esti acolo si de aceea nu voi renunta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;    Arunc o ultima privire spre lumea ta....acolo in acel colt indepartat, zaresc din nou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;lumina sperantei. Esti TU. Sunt EU. Acel joc de cuvinte din care rezultam NOI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;    Dintr-o data ochii mi se umezesc si un suflu rece dar usor precum petalele florilor de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;cires, imi da acea sperata putere de a te prinde de mana si de a ma lasa calauzita in lumea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;pe care ai creat-o, pentru noi, lumea noastra....doar a noastra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;    O lacrima se lasa purtata pe obrazul stang... imi ajunge pe buze, le umezeste. Imi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;mangai usor buzele cu limba din pura curiozitate....sa vad daca mai are acelasi gust sarat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;si dulce, in acelasi timp. Memoria nu ma insala.... imi duc aminte perfect acel gust, dar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;exista o mica diferenta intre aceasta si cele anterioare. Lacrimile de pana atunci aveau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;gustul si amarul supararii si suferintei.... in schimb aceasta avea un ingredient special, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ba chiar magic,pot spune....avea gustul fericirii....dorintei de iubire si pasiune care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;imi mistuia sufletul....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;    Totul e rezultatul unui singur lucru: "EL"... e ca o punte intre lumea reala si cea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;imaginara, e magicul fiecarei povesti, e magia pasiunii noastre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296837442706248971-7731991672096076297?l=noiseheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7731991672096076297/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296837442706248971&amp;postID=7731991672096076297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7731991672096076297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296837442706248971/posts/default/7731991672096076297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noiseheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/speranta-moare-ultima.html' title='Speranta moare ultima!'/><author><name>Negru ca vanilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11849145166626848724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoa5vXQ33Nc/TN7UfFlfhlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hTXSp666FDw/S220/IMG_6700.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
