<?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-110270091007452386</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:13:54.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Buletinul unui suflet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-1694714704171136657</id><published>2008-08-25T10:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:14:42.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"In noapte"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SLLoHKC7LrI/AAAAAAAAA3I/qPkEbKyqnoI/s1600-h/in_noapte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238504526238658226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SLLoHKC7LrI/AAAAAAAAA3I/qPkEbKyqnoI/s400/in_noapte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sunt o visatoare incurabila mandra de statutul meu.Ca orice 'pescar'de iluzii,nu fac decat sa caut pesti misteriosi intr-un ocean cu valuri fara maini albe dar care vorbesc.In batalia dintre undita si vise,am gasit un japonez,si niste cuvinte.De fapt am gasit mai multe lucruri:un vant ce fumeaza pe ascuns,tineri pierduti in posterele din propria lume,iubiri neimplinite,lumi ireale s.a.m.d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Japonezul meu drag,e scriitor.Cuvintele,sunt ale lui.Si le poseda.Le domina.Le iubeste.Le daruieste visatorilor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Azi,mi-am dat seama ca pot scrie si descoperi despre un om la infinit."Iubita mea Sputnik" ii apartine tot lui si e cu cateva posturi mai jos,la 'congelat' in pagina blogului meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Acum...vreau sa vorbesc,sa iubesc si sa scriu despre "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In noapte".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romanul este un puzzle de personaje cum nu se poate mai diferite: Eri Asai, un fotomodel cufundat intr-un somn care dureaza de luni de zile, sora ei, Mari, o studenta pasionata de lectura, un trombonist de jazz, o tinara prostituata chinezoaica brutalizata salbatic si abandonata intr-un love hotel, un marunt angajat la o firma de calculatoare. Toti sint oameni ai noptii bintuiti de secrete si dorinte nelamurite, iar legaturile dintre ei se lamuresc incetul cu incetul pe parcursul romanului, construind un univers nocturn plin de farmecul, subtilitatea si umorul caracteristice romanelor lui Murakami. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Un roman al aventurii erotice şi intelectuale, o carte romantică şi seducătoare." (Kirkus Review)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"În noapte face parte dintre acele romane scurte, tulburător de intime şi sensibile ca o rană deschisă în care Murakami descrie cu o minuţiozitate de bijutier toate nuanţele singurătăţii şi ale existenţei tainice ale protagoniştilor. O carte ca o piesă de jazz, în care fiecare personaj dezvoltă solitar propria sa temă, reunindu-se cu ceilalţi doar în scurte pasaje intense şi pine de semnificaţie. Geniul lui Murakami constă tocmai în această capacitate de a le comunica cititorilor săi o experienţă în acelaşi timp străină şi familiară." (Booklist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lectura aceste carti...am inceput-o de curand.Coincidente absurde...o atmosfera magica....o carte fascinanta ca si celelalte de Murakami de altfel...pentru care merita sa uiti de tine,cufundat in tainele ei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110270091007452386-1694714704171136657?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/1694714704171136657/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=1694714704171136657&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/1694714704171136657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/1694714704171136657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-noapte.html' title='&quot;In noapte&quot;'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SLLoHKC7LrI/AAAAAAAAA3I/qPkEbKyqnoI/s72-c/in_noapte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-3377259902214338260</id><published>2008-08-24T09:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:03:49.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strigat tacut de inima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SLGDO0mwKxI/AAAAAAAAA2w/F3Ip5Yh6zpA/s1600-h/24f02468761643a91f180fd5ef3b9af8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238112132271188754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SLGDO0mwKxI/AAAAAAAAA2w/F3Ip5Yh6zpA/s320/24f02468761643a91f180fd5ef3b9af8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Strigat tacut de inima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Doi indragostiti se tin de mana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Imita fericirea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ploaie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Buzele lor umede,aluneca in saruturi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ea scutura iubire in bratele lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fuge cerul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Incruntat sub pasii lor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Albastrii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;El,sufla peste macii din obrajii ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Campul acela desenat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Adoarme timpul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Si ei miros a inocenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Expirata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In urma lor...o iluzie decojita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Intra la apa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Unghile ei rosii suparate fug peste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Privirea lui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ploaia rece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Le-ar fi cunoscut trupurile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Si gesturile fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ce miros a trandafir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dar tuna si fulgera cerul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cu lacrimi de struguri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Melancolici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Si ii improsca cu sunet mov &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;De toamna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nu-i nimic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Inca nisipul ii asteapta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Umed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;De caldura din pasii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Iubirii lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Strigat tacut de inima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Doi indragostiti se tin de mana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110270091007452386-3377259902214338260?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/3377259902214338260/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=3377259902214338260&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/3377259902214338260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/3377259902214338260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/08/strigat-tacut-de-inima.html' title='Strigat tacut de inima'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SLGDO0mwKxI/AAAAAAAAA2w/F3Ip5Yh6zpA/s72-c/24f02468761643a91f180fd5ef3b9af8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-1948158040804564221</id><published>2008-08-22T05:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:21:45.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doua elice caprui</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;El,un visator cu privirea trista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cu parul cret lipit de umerii goi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Are bratele imprastiate in ploaia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Din iarba verde si melancolica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se uita la mine ratacit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Privindu-ma de parca acum m-ar fi regasit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ca si cum as fi fost un punct ratacit in ploaia aceea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Din vara lui pierduta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In care-si afunda degetele pana la infinit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In albastrul de metil si sticla verde de cer spart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ma vad pe mine in ochii lui caprui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In padurea de firicele visatoare din ochii lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Buzele lui rad cu rosu de amiaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fluturi ies din cuvinte si pe genele lui aluneca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pe genele lui mari,d-un negru curios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ca si cum bulinele gargaritelor ar picta de fapt norii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Palma lui e calda si acolo ninge cu soare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cand il atinge o amintire,sufletul sau tresare;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sufletul lui tremura si rade cu lacrimi triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu il iubesc in imbratisari dureroase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In care bratele se strang tare si suflete trosnesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As venii la el cu trupu-n ghips,conturul sa-mi-l coase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De s-ar ranii si trupurile asa cum se ranesc sufletele noastre.&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/110270091007452386-1948158040804564221?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/1948158040804564221/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=1948158040804564221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/1948158040804564221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/1948158040804564221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/08/doua-elice-caprui.html' title='Doua elice caprui'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-7469540696270359497</id><published>2008-08-21T03:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T04:10:51.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inima de august</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236911046693115010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SK0-2cJ2VII/AAAAAAAAA18/6yEpY-ejtnQ/s320/b04fa9c38de45047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Noi,cei ce avem sufletul nenascut in trupuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Noi,sufocand cu degetele lungi aerul ploii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Noi,dezbracand amurgul din stejarii goi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Noi,iubind zgomotos tacerea cu cefele unghilor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Noi,cei ce crestem cu picioarele pe aripa stelelor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Noi,visatorii ce se-mpiedica in universul incurcat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Noi,mereu noi,un suflet la patrat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110270091007452386-7469540696270359497?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/7469540696270359497/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=7469540696270359497&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/7469540696270359497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/7469540696270359497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/08/noicei-ce-avem-sufletul-nenascut-in.html' title='Inima de august'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SK0-2cJ2VII/AAAAAAAAA18/6yEpY-ejtnQ/s72-c/b04fa9c38de45047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-430767815603593527</id><published>2008-08-12T11:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:24:48.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru ea.</title><content type='html'>Ca un ocean albastru lipit d-un cer bolnav&lt;br /&gt;Imi mangaie plamanii sufletului,zambetul tau suav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii cat de tare iubesc felul in care razi?&lt;br /&gt;Si...cum cu ochii tai caprui infinitul il patrunzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti comica si nepamanteana,cu gesturi coborate din vis&lt;br /&gt;Din cauza asta te admir eu pe tine,esti coltul meu nebun de paradis&lt;br /&gt;Nebun...pentru c-ai mai mult rosu-n suflet ca-n obrajii trupului&lt;br /&gt;Nebun...pentru felul in care-ti viseaza privirea in fata necunoscutului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori noaptea te vad mergand in visele mele&lt;br /&gt;Infingand puternic tocul negru in praful de stele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alergi in lumea mea mai repede decat visatorii cei mai buni&lt;br /&gt;Parca ai fi o stea indragostita ce se-nvarte in semicercul lunii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti jumatate de inger in sfert de lume&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o sala cu aplauze multe si zambete false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al tau suras cald molipseste lumea-ntreaga...&lt;br /&gt;Esti cea mai frumoasa enigma pe care nu o va dezlega nimeni niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La multi ani! Si sa nu uiti niciodata sa fi "crazy" ! :)) &gt;:D&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^.^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110270091007452386-430767815603593527?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/430767815603593527/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=430767815603593527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/430767815603593527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/430767815603593527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/08/pentru-ea.html' title='Pentru ea.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-7013195682393760728</id><published>2008-08-08T03:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T05:16:59.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJwo5alIeSI/AAAAAAAAA0U/kAuxAp8Ua3k/s1600-h/S_l_o_w_m_o_t_i_o_n_by_fulviutza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232101833950394658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJwo5alIeSI/AAAAAAAAA0U/kAuxAp8Ua3k/s320/S_l_o_w_m_o_t_i_o_n_by_fulviutza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Stelele mele s-au inecat cu roua neagra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cerul meu s-a izbit violent de pamant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Fluturii mei numai au aripi de ceara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Zborul trupului meu din senin s-a frant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pielea mea,poarta seva norilor inecati in mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ochii mei risipesc noaptea culoare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Visele mele sunt acum de nerecunoscut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Lumea mea,e un continent de mult pierdut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Muzica mea e un fum roz;s-o fredoneaza ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hainele mele,doar niste pete colorate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Iubirea mea acum numai inseamna nimic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sperantele?-Regretele sferice ale unui pustnic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cine sunt?-Un roman politist cu accente romantice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Prieteniile mele:cuvinte triste dar cu semne comice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ma ratacesc des,si am ajuns sa ma pierd de mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cat de inalt am putut sa visez,nimeni nu stie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vreau sa ma topesc in pete de lumina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sa impodobesc cerul cu vise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vreau sa am aripi cu buline verzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sa pot atinge infinitul in zbor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sa plec si sa ma-ntorc mereu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110270091007452386-7013195682393760728?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/7013195682393760728/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=7013195682393760728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/7013195682393760728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/7013195682393760728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/08/eu.html' title='Eu.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJwo5alIeSI/AAAAAAAAA0U/kAuxAp8Ua3k/s72-c/S_l_o_w_m_o_t_i_o_n_by_fulviutza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-6128489489552290733</id><published>2008-08-06T05:13:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:20:54.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat de inalt e cerul?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJmhUQToxCI/AAAAAAAAA0M/K0wz96RkPOw/s1600-h/climax_by_sunnyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231389811514328098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJmhUQToxCI/AAAAAAAAA0M/K0wz96RkPOw/s320/climax_by_sunnyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vreau nori de vata de zahar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Si iubire pe bat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vreau sa imbrac cerul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dar,altcineva i-a stricat decorul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vreau sa ma intrec cu un vis pufos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dar,universul meu e mult prea somnoros!&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa ma gandesc doar la tine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dar,imaginea ta nu se vede prea bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vreau sa vad cum se decoloreaza visele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cum oamenii pierd amintirile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Si-si uita iubirile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vreau sa privesc inca o data in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Stiu...am sa te vad doar pe tine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cu fruntea incertita si chipul sifonat de soare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cu sufletul cald si plin de culoare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vreau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sa ma ude marea din sufletul ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sa-i redescopar vocea in roua verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In timp ce alerg in lanul de flori de hartie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vreau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sa-mi pictez unghile in curcubeul universului&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Si sa las urme de zahar,acolo in lumea lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vreau...sa am un camp plin de flori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Care se topesc cand cad lacrimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Din cerul sufletului albastru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vreau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sa plec spre prietenele mele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Caci...am zabovit destul la usi imaginare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Si m-a inghitit strigatul linistii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cand ascultam stropii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;De ploaie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Care se rostogoleau si-mi spuneau basme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110270091007452386-6128489489552290733?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/6128489489552290733/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=6128489489552290733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/6128489489552290733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/6128489489552290733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/08/astazitrebuie-sa-cos-norii.html' title='Cat de inalt e cerul?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJmhUQToxCI/AAAAAAAAA0M/K0wz96RkPOw/s72-c/climax_by_sunnyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-7650305997434941164</id><published>2008-08-05T12:30:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:45:12.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma ofer sa visez!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJisGyU1_lI/AAAAAAAAA0E/czfvc2mE5Pg/s1600-h/Mr__Multicultural_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231120199779221074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJisGyU1_lI/AAAAAAAAA0E/czfvc2mE5Pg/s320/Mr__Multicultural_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Unghiile tale erau rosii,cand eu am plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Peste degetele tale;capul mi-l tineai strans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Intre bratele albe pe care curgeau suvite blonde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Fire impletite cu cerul de amiaza si raze blande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Iti rezemai umerii dezgoliti de zidurile batrane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tu!faceai anii sa se prabuseasca-n praf pe mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pe mine sa cada noptile lor,cu tot cu stele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pe mine sa ma inghita luna,sufletul si visele mele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Un ocean verde,se arunca grabit in fata ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Semana atat de tare cu privirea ta;ma deruta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Hai sa ne iubim cu cerul!Sa magaiem norii!" iti spuneam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Zambeai.De mana strans ma tineai;ne imbratisam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Radeam tare si zgomotos dar visam;pe aripi de vant pluteam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Plang si norii dorul meu de tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nu mai e atata soare ca-nainte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dar te astept!Pentru tine tin noaptea visele-n brate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Te asteapta toate dar...oare ce mai e cu iubirea din sufletele noastre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pentru tine,Luiza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sTii? Te-am visat azi noapte...:*^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110270091007452386-7650305997434941164?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/7650305997434941164/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=7650305997434941164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/7650305997434941164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/7650305997434941164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/08/ma-ofer-sa-visez.html' title='Ma ofer sa visez!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJisGyU1_lI/AAAAAAAAA0E/czfvc2mE5Pg/s72-c/Mr__Multicultural_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-4413336328075288660</id><published>2008-08-04T12:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T00:24:59.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJdQ7eaA_7I/AAAAAAAAAz0/Xa7mmkNSDtE/s1600-h/mustdi2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230738474918805426" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJdQ7eaA_7I/AAAAAAAAAz0/Xa7mmkNSDtE/s320/mustdi2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110270091007452386-4413336328075288660?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/4413336328075288660/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=4413336328075288660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/4413336328075288660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/4413336328075288660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJdQ7eaA_7I/AAAAAAAAAz0/Xa7mmkNSDtE/s72-c/mustdi2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-308981527602975238</id><published>2008-08-02T13:17:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:58:14.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Iubita mea,Sputnik"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230004870450854754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJS1uEzJO2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/_J4o1BF5y1c/s320/maike_on_my_sofa_by_wordsforsnow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Intr-o primavara,la varsta de douazeci si doi de ani,Sumire s-a indragostit pentru prima oara in viata.A fost o dragoste coplesitoare,ca o tornada ce se napusteste peste o campie intinsa,trantind la pamant tot ce-i iese in cale,luand pe sus obiecte,distrugandu-le,facandu-le praf si pulbere/....../&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Persoana de care se indragostise era cu saptesprezece ani mai in varsta ca ea si era casatorita.Mai mult decat atat,era femeie.Aici a inceput totul si s-a sfarsit totul.Sau aproape totul."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cateva citate care mi-au placut in mod deosebit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;„Am închis ochii şi mi-am încordat auzul, gândindu-mă la urmaşii satelitului Sputnik, ce străbat şi acum spaţiul, legaţi de Pământ numai prin gravitaţie. Suflete singuratice într-o închisoare de metal, se întâlnesc în bezna infinită a spaţiului, trec unul pe lângă celălalt şi se despart pentru totdeauna, fără vorbe, fără promisiuni.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"„De ce suntem atât de singuri? De ce trebuie să fim atât de singuri? Suntem atât de mulţi oameni pe lumea asta, toţi avem nevoie de altcineva şi totuşi ne izolăm. Pentru ce? Oare Pământul se roteşte numai pentru a ne alimenta singurătatea?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sumire si Miu(tipa cu 17 ani mai mare) se cunosc,se indragostesc,si Miu o angajeaza pe Sumire la firma ei.In " interes de serviciu" cele doua pleaca in Grecia. La un moment dat, Sumire dispare fara urma. Nimeni nu reuseste sa o gaseasca sau sa explice disparitia misterioasa. In cautarea ei porneste si K, un prieten foarte apropiat. Este singurul care intelege ca, pentru Sumire, aceasta era singura solutie de a-si implini dragostea. Ramine totusi speranta reintilnirii intr-o lume posibila si „de partea cealalta a oglinzii”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJS2IgOjitI/AAAAAAAAAyU/nn0WuOHuZpU/s1600-h/London_by_afihara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230005324490181330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJS2IgOjitI/AAAAAAAAAyU/nn0WuOHuZpU/s200/London_by_afihara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(Haruki Murakami-Iubita mea,Sputnik)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110270091007452386-308981527602975238?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/308981527602975238/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=308981527602975238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/308981527602975238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/308981527602975238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/08/iubita-measputnik.html' title='&quot;Iubita mea,Sputnik&quot;'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJS1uEzJO2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/_J4o1BF5y1c/s72-c/maike_on_my_sofa_by_wordsforsnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-7060880147556921633</id><published>2008-08-01T10:57:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T05:38:49.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerul meu cu picatele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJNVN5-sRPI/AAAAAAAAAx8/bqNH_mWz0iI/s1600-h/8a73cec842c1fa8e3e09586554079f4b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229617289697707250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJNVN5-sRPI/AAAAAAAAAx8/bqNH_mWz0iI/s320/8a73cec842c1fa8e3e09586554079f4b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Aluneca usor in sufletul meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Chiar si asa albit de trecerea vremii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Stand lipit cu greu d-un gand mereu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Privind cu ochi senini sfarsitul iubirii:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Numele tau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Chiar de va veni si un alt anotimp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sa regasesti acum e prea tarziu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Iubirea ce s-a ratacit in timp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Dragostea...e ca si cum ai creiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Chipuri de oameni in campuri de flori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Alergand deasupra unui platou cu nori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Contururi surazand ce din suflete stele inalta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Spre cer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ce cald era sufletul lui;atat de cald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Incat topea trupurile norilor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cu bratele fierbinti ale sentimentelor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Deasupra mea ploua cu lacrimi de smarald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;In cerului lui as fi vrut inima sa-mi scald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Arunc benzina peste amintiri&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJNVvlY7tiI/AAAAAAAAAyE/I7IvR213fug/s1600-h/Dandewrecklion_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229617868286178850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJNVvlY7tiI/AAAAAAAAAyE/I7IvR213fug/s320/Dandewrecklion_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;S-as vrea sa cred ca"noi" vom lua foc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Insa,ma chinui in zadar departe sa arunc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anii cei mai frumosi si plini straluciri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Am visat prea mult.Prea multe planuri....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E prea tarziu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Nu-mi pasa chiar de stiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ca o stea se va desprinde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Din imbratisarea celorlalte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cazand pentru noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Pentru amandoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E prea tarziu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ce forme nedefinite a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;re azi fericirea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Din coastele norilor vise ar vrea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sa desprind,si sa se-nalte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sus spre cer,departe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Inima mea,iubirea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Scame de soare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cad peste clipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Se-ntuneca totul uneori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Si-ti taie aripile:numai poti sa zbori!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cerul meu duce prea multa iubire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Imi e teama uneori sa nu cada peste mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sau...sa ma ratacesc eu in ochii lui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;In aceea privire scamosata,doua pacate caprui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cerul meu are picatele albe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Si contur gri;e plin de vise imorale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cerul meu are brate calde si nori pufosi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Are privirea blanda si pasii zgomotosi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cerul meu e barbat si nu plange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cu ochii lui caprui aprinde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Un incendiu in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ori de cate ori revine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;In sufletul meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cerul meu e mereu albastru inchis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Si are broboane verzi de sudoare pe frunte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E o bucata de rai,s-un fruct interzis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Imbratiseaza calduros;atingerea lui nu minte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cerul meu uita sa iubeasca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Fericirea o cauta,si spera s-o gaseasca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E orb,nu vede ce e in fata lui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sau poate e ceata la poarta raiului...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cerul meu nu sforaie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cerul meu zambeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cerul meu ma mangaie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cerul meu creste.&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/110270091007452386-7060880147556921633?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/7060880147556921633/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=7060880147556921633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/7060880147556921633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/7060880147556921633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/08/cerul-meu-cu-picatele.html' title='Cerul meu cu picatele'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJNVN5-sRPI/AAAAAAAAAx8/bqNH_mWz0iI/s72-c/8a73cec842c1fa8e3e09586554079f4b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-7612695365748196466</id><published>2008-07-30T04:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T05:05:04.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimineata unei cesti de jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228760073604160930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJBJlXLr3aI/AAAAAAAAAxw/tI-UQcYJzmk/s320/tea__by_bittersweetvenom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fum se imprastie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In camera pustie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Peretii au cioburi negre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lipite ca niste visuri funebre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Daca ametesc acum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tu vei stii;am sorbit din fum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ma uit la cartea neagra ca la un film...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Cuvinte intregi se ineaca in cafea,si nu stim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cat o sa mai reziste cerneala albastra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In lumea mea in care ingerii s-arunca de la fereastra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Si e atat de liniste incat aud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Refrenul unei piese vechi si ma-nfund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cad,si ma ratacesc in abisul jazzului&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In aceea gaura neagra plina de placerile lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Si din ceasca cafenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Buzele mele fura sarutarile cafelei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rapind din ultimele guri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cateva randuri imorale,cu aroma de struguri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Simt mireasma intunericului&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cum ma invaluie usor,cu soaptele lui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Afara e zi,dar in a mea camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Noaptea unei carti e stapana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si stiu ca azi am sa fug departe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cu suntele in mii de soapte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pe un camp verde si lipsit ce nori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Intr-un loc de creta colorata si mii de culori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As vrea sa  pot patrunde usor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Printre coastele albe ale norilor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Iar noaptea tarziu,pe holul pustiu,sa nu ma sperii nicicand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;La vederea lunii-rinichiul bolnav al cerului -tipand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ieri m-am simtit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;De parca as fi inghitit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Un cer innourat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dar azi am chef de iubit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cestile portocalii stau aruncate peste carti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Peste cartile care n-au mai incaput in alte parti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Si cu ultimii lor stropi amarui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dau concerte de jazz:nimanui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dar eu le-aud,dar nu sunt atenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Doar pisicuta mea,Biju`,se crede vedeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Daramand tot ce-i sare-n cale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stricand concertul cestilor sarmane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Strivindu-mi si mie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sunetele din paginile imorale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110270091007452386-7612695365748196466?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/7612695365748196466/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=7612695365748196466&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/7612695365748196466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/7612695365748196466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/07/dimineata-unei-cesti-de-jazz.html' title='Dimineata unei cesti de jazz'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SJBJlXLr3aI/AAAAAAAAAxw/tI-UQcYJzmk/s72-c/tea__by_bittersweetvenom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-8570876003589053855</id><published>2008-07-29T06:32:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:12:30.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunete albastre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SI8i2hWibvI/AAAAAAAAAxo/xTjVHMQd9PE/s1600-h/DSC01466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228436012461616882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SI8i2hWibvI/AAAAAAAAAxo/xTjVHMQd9PE/s320/DSC01466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E o zi ca un camp auriu plin de praf.Si deja e prea tarziu pentru un apus de soare,dar eu il astept incurcata in cuvinte,ganduri..imagini.Iti amintesti de mine,cand vantul iti mangaie pielea?Daca toata viata mea s-ar concentra intr-o singura zi,atunci toate clipele acelea le-as petrece sarutandu-ti buzele,trecandu-mi usor varfurile degetelor deasupra pieptului tau cald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Amintirile ma rascolesc de ceva vreme.Toate imaginile dragi mie se rostogolesc in umbre pe tavanul galben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In ultimul timp simt o nevoie nefireasca sa stau inconjurata barbati.Ziua imi place merg prin diferite locuri,cu sticle de ceai dupa mine si o traista mov cu mp3-ul,telefonul,si portofelul albastru de piele plin cu jumatati nefolosite de bilete R.a.t.c.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Micile mele "escapade" la mare,devin din ce in ce mai dese.Mai fac vizite scurte catorva prieteni care nu si-au luat "zborul" prin tara,in aceasta vacanta,profitand de ocazie incep sa depanez amintiri.Seara ma cufund in discutii pe mess.Fac multe lucruri,in general mi se intampla multe lucruri.Ca toate vacantele de altfel,si aceasta are un parfum deosebit.Miroase a flori de camp si-a muzica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Azi noapte a fost bizar.Simteam ca in camera e o femeie sau mai bine zis o stafie.Am speriat-o pe varamea si pe mama care n-au inchis un ochi toata noapte in timp ce eu aveam halucinatii,vazand tot felul de forme albe miscandu-se in diferite coleturi ale camerei.Cel mai ciudat e faptul ca,in noapte aceea nu bausem nimic.Am stat intinsa in pat pana la 3 dimineata,cu sticlele de vin alb sigilate langa patul meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De ceva timp,privesc des norii si am senzatia ca soarele e gelos.Si imi e dor...imi e tare dor de clipele in care alergam in lanul auriu,de mana cu tine.De mana cu el.Au trecut cateva zile.Eu simt ca au trecut ani.Ani de cand am visat ca noi doi alergam asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seara,cand privesc lanul verde de porumb,vad copilaria alergand deasupra lui.Agatandu-se de varfurile norilor.Mi-am dat seama ca intre mine si el,acolo,sta ceva ce eu am spart de mult.Poate prietenia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dar,sufletul meu stie,chiar daca trupul minte.El stie ca odata vom alerga impreuna prin lanul auriu de grau,asa ca in visele mele.Ca ma vei tine strans de mana si vei simti sudoarea palmei mele.Ne vom amesteca in soapte,topindu-ne intr-o imbratisare...Mi-ar dori atat de mult sa se intample totul acum.Ani vor trece,si poate ca daca voi alerga inapoi la tine,nu ma vei recunoaste.Poate atunci voi pierde toata roua din prospetimea adolescentei mele.Imi e teama ca vei simti si tu atunci...ca timpul pe care-l pretuiesti acum..a trecut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Imi e teama sa treaca timpul si sa pierd candva tot ce am mai frumos acum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ma duc sa citesc...si voi lasa din nou fiecare sunet,fiecare litera si imagine,sa se lege de amintirea chipului tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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albastre'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SI8i2hWibvI/AAAAAAAAAxo/xTjVHMQd9PE/s72-c/DSC01466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-4341246143636918816</id><published>2008-07-11T02:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T03:25:43.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marionete incoltite</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si era o zi super calduroasa de vara(ca toate de altfel).Pe mare,valuri nebune alergau in vesminte verzi.Nisipul frigea talpile turistilor.Soarele ardea ca in Sahara.Si nu era nici un nor care sa prevesteasca picaturile racoritoare ale ploii.Si eram intinsa pe nisip,cu trupul la soare si privirea aruncata undeva pe mare/.../Si ma gandeam la haosul din vietiile noastre.Si la sensul a tot ceea ce ni se intampla zilnic.Se intampla sa i-au 42,si sa cobor la a 3 statie.In jurul meu,roiesc trantori si albine mega-extra-active.Sunt doua extreme.Si aud mereu oameni care se plang;oameni care sufera;oameni care nu cred in nimic dar si oameni care cred ca viata e very very pink.God,se rotesc atatea vorbe fara rost in jurul meu si atata lume care uneori se razvrateste degeaba.Spun,ca nu suntem responsabili....dar suntem,suntem chiar prea mult.Suntem gazdele propriei noastre vieti.Si impreuna suntem gazdele vietii.Sa incercam sa fim o gazda buna.Nu stiu ce e dincolo,dar nu poate fi ceva bun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Diavolul sta in pragul usii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Le spune tuturor cum sa-si traiasca vietile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Invartindu-se pe autostrada fiecarei zile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ne fura visele si,nu vrem sa credem ca e vina lui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ramanem uneori atat de singuri aici,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In acest spatiu infinit pe care-l numim lume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Caci ceva mai presus de noi reuseste sa ne fure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Viata cea adevarata,lasandu-ne pustiiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Credem mereu c-a fost vina lumii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Si ca,de cate ori cazi e vina celorlalti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ca nu poti sa te ridici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Continui sa crezi ca realitatea e ceea ce e normal;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Daca dincolo tot vei fi doar un muritor banal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sparge in aceasta viata orice bariera din fata ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Orice te opreste sa mergi linistit pe calea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Unde-ti dorm visele indeplinite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Si totul e frumos,asa cum trebuie sa fie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Si degeaba,sunt oameni care se cred experti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In capitolul "lume",n-are nici un sens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nimeni nu stie nimic din ce inseamna sa traiesti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dar toti stiu ce inseamna sa mori;si iar dam gres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Crezand ca exista oameni mai buni ca alti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;La scoala vietii,unde de fapt nu exista limite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Si unde oricine poate iubi cat de mult poate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Unde libertatea inseamna mai mult decat nebunie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Si viata mai mult decat libertate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Totul se invarte in jurul puterii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dar nimenii nu poate sa domine dragostea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Toti cred ca detin controlul asupra vietii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dar destinul,e mereu imprevizibil,si grea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mai e de luat decizia,in a te schimba total&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Si a-i privi pe ceilalti in mod egal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Suntem atat de responsabili fata de viata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cadem de atatea ori si nu ne putem ridica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Intrebandu-ne ce e locul pe care-l numim casa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Privim mereu spre lucrurile care ne lipsesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Si niciodata spre ce avem;mintile noastre pacatuiesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sterge-ti sufletul de praful pacatului lumesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Si daca poti,da-ti seama cat de mult oamenii gresesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jQEnt8aJ84"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jQEnt8aJ84&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/110270091007452386-4341246143636918816?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/4341246143636918816/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=4341246143636918816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/4341246143636918816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/4341246143636918816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/07/marionete-incoltite.html' title='Marionete incoltite'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-3467328162114408459</id><published>2008-07-10T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:29:10.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Si...eram noi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SHZUfokzEqI/AAAAAAAAAt4/E57QhYk7lZQ/s1600-h/autumn__by_ryussei23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221453720427106978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SHZUfokzEqI/AAAAAAAAAt4/E57QhYk7lZQ/s320/autumn__by_ryussei23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Stii ce mare este dorul dorului meu de tine Luia? :X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Luia,luiu,luy,blonda,iza...doar "ceva" din poreclele blondei mele care acum umbla prin coclauri in Italia.Mai tii minte?Noi doua.Spaima profei de mate intra 5 si a 6;intr-a 7 profu` ne muta impreuna de buna voie si nesilit de nimeni :X (doar ne iubeste nu?).Paaaaii...prostii noi am facut destule(chiar prea multe,dar asta-i alta poveste).Si mai tii minte tu,mai blondo,cand iti placea de tipu` ala care acum zici ca are freza funky(care da mai degraba spre girls decat spre boys)..(as povesti dar e looongg stoorrryy) ...si mai tii minte tu cand ne-a dat afara diriga de la dirigentie ca eram machiate? am stat o ora pe hol,si radeam de ziceai c-am scapat de la spitalu` 9( dar si asta e un long story)...siiiii...ultimul test la franceza blondo :)) yo :"fataaa,cum se zice la 50...? :-s faattaa" tu: ~ceva ce n-am inteles :)) ~ profa: "diaaanaaa,minus un punct!"...siii mai tii minte tu ce frumoasa era ora de civica?&gt;:) :)) &gt; si pe calea asta,dragul meu prof tibi,sa stii ca noi nu faceam asta "intentionat" adica...:)) acum sa-ti zic pe bune(chiar daca ma dezoseaza blonda:-s ) : despre orice vorbeam noi sau u...noi ne gandeam la chestii nu tocmai ortodoxe ;;) orice-ar fi :x iti iubim ora! &gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Assaaa si mai era o faza la civica : profu: "si de ce origine e prietenul lui Mayte`? " eu:" sunt iubiti dom profesoorrr! " profu" diana...fiecare vorbeste despre ce-i lipseste" =)))=)) lol.........deci sa moara yo de eram atenta atunci (prin spatiul ala mare si albastru cu picatele..ca de obicei! *.* )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Siiiii....blondo..veneam(s-am sa mai vin offff couuurseee :X` ) la tine,si papam(ca doar suntem in crestere! ) si....vorbeam,barfeam(tipic girls ) siiii... visam si etc etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Deci,au fost(si vor fi) super multe faze.faze % nicE :X&lt;br /&gt;Si blondo...e tarziu.Sunt de ceva zile la mare si parca mi-e dor de casa.( dar e doar o aparenta psihica&gt;daca exista asa ceva&lt; ...) siii...acum sunt singura.Azi am trecut pe langa Nadir si nu ne-am salutat.Da muzica la maxim si uneori cand ne intalnim prin bloc,uneori ma priveste super-fix si ma enerveaza.Parca mi-ar citi jurnalul intim.Uite,acum apune soarele.Sau a apus de vreo` doua ore.Azi marea a fost prea linistita.Imi era frica sa ma scufund.Parca acolo erau lacrimi,nu apa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ti-am strans cateva scoici,dar esti departe si le-am lasat acolo;la capatul staiunii."Zmeul" de la Vama Veche e data pe "repeat"/.../ si-mi aminteste de toate acestea si de multe altele.Orasul e doarme cand de abia acum trebuia sa rada.Sa rada de veselia tinerilor.Sa planga cu ei.Sunt niste norii albastrii pe un cer portocaliu.Ma privesc.Ii privesc si eu.Pozele amintirilor din trecut ruleaza in mintea mea.Dar le vad in suflet.Acum plec.Vreau sa ma imbat cu puful piersicilor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Si acum te las.Noapte buna!Orasul e linistit.Imi e prea dor de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110270091007452386-3467328162114408459?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/3467328162114408459/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=3467328162114408459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/3467328162114408459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/3467328162114408459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/07/sieram-noi.html' title='Si...eram noi'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SHZUfokzEqI/AAAAAAAAAt4/E57QhYk7lZQ/s72-c/autumn__by_ryussei23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-54651570320049842</id><published>2008-07-08T01:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T02:44:07.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miroase a vara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SHMo06jmqRI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-8GjjKpY2H0/s1600-h/96fdeeccb4d0e17f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220561282589436178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SHMo06jmqRI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-8GjjKpY2H0/s200/96fdeeccb4d0e17f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ma gandesc la ea.Nici nu stiu daca ne-am certat,sau pur si simplu e doar o faza trecatoare."Ne trebuie o pauza".Prieteniile i-au si ele pauze?Poate ca si iubirea simte uneori nevoia sa leneveasca pe un sezlong cu o sticla de Beck's in mana/.../&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Zilele astea am muscat din vara dar,parca nimic numai este cum era odata.Imi amintesc ca,fiecare inceput de vara il primeam cu emotie in suflet si cu un minunat sentiment al imprevizibilului de insoteste fiecare clipa de vacanta.Vroiam intotdeauna sa fac atat de mult lucruri...imi propuneam sa citesc,sa calatoresc,sa-mi fac prieteni noi si sa ma distrez"maxim".Insa de cate ori luam o carte in mana,ma blocam efectiv si intotdeauna o lasam pe mai tarziu(poate si din cauza ca,cartile"copilariei" nu m-au atras niciodata cu adevarat).Toate verile incepeau si se terminau la fel in sensul ca,toate erau alcatuite din emotii,trairi,sentimente,oameni,lucruri simple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Desi mereu fiecare dintre aceste lucruri,era nou venit in viata mea.Imi petreceam vacantele la Piatra Neamt,Suceava...in diferite locuri din moldova si nu numai.Insa cele mai frumoase clipe au fost intotdeauna cele in care stateam la hotelul Parc,impreuna cu unchiul meu si baietii de la liceul sportiv atunci cand acestia aveau antrenament.Verile mele erau simple,dar totusi pline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As da orice,ca vara aceasta sa treaca greu...sa am timp sa ma bucur de tot.Sa mi se intample atatea lucruri ca sa nu-mi ajunga un roman intreg sa le povestesc!&lt;br /&gt;Zilele astea le-am petrecut cu Diana...prietena mea blonda ^^ pe care am senzatia ca o cunosc de-o viata desi,prima noastra "intalnire" a fost intr-una din zilele din vacanta intersemestriala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Am fost de cateva ori la mare.Marea mea,iubita mea mare...ce dor imi era de ea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ieri,am furat o ora din timpul lui,ca sa ma duca sa ma ratacesc printre valuri.Si am facut poze.Mie.Lui.Lor.Plaja.Nisip.Soare.Bar. As putea sa scot un album intreg de vacanta,cu poze artistice,cu valuri,nisip si oameni si eu.Am facut atatea poze.Si am sa mai fac,caci stiu c-am sa plec din nou,undeva departe.Iar am sa fug de ei si de iubire.Dar o sa-mi fie dor s-am sa ma intorc inainte sa ma gaseasca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pff!..am inceput sa citesc"Douasprezece povestiri calatoare" de G.G.Marquez...desi initial,sunt atrasa de alte carti:romane de dragoste,jurnale,carti despre crime si calatorii.In cartea asta,se regaseste oarecum un pic din fiecare....din unele un pic mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ah! Si mai e ceva:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Azi,8 iulie,simt ca ma usuc de dorul unui robotel mic si dulce!Ma intreb,de ce atunci cand iubesti pe cineva mult,mult de tot,esti parca tot mai departe de aceea persoana...e trist! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Si iar...visam cum il sarut,iar apoi,amortita de placere,ii cad in brate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110270091007452386-54651570320049842?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/54651570320049842/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=54651570320049842&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/54651570320049842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/54651570320049842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/07/miroase-vara.html' title='Miroase a vara!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SHMo06jmqRI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-8GjjKpY2H0/s72-c/96fdeeccb4d0e17f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-1101618380302456841</id><published>2008-07-07T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:17:56.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soapte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunt departe de lumina chipului tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si vreau sa-ti sarut pleoapele mereu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cu soapte.Pe buze sa-ti picur fericire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si zambet,si tot ce inseamna frumusete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Odata,nu peste mult timp,eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Iti voi simti trupul cald lipit de al meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Voi simti cum curg in centrul raiului&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Plutind in continuu pe aripile vantului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Candva,vom schimba totul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Voi incepe sa-ti sarut buzele...paradisul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se va prabusi peste mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si stiu ca te vei simti la fel de bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunt plecata mereu si mult.Ca o pasare calatoare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Noaptea adorm tarziu,cu zgomot de motoare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si pescarusii ma trezesc devreme din betia viselor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M-ai imbatat in vis cu un sarut.Asa cum aroma valurilor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Imbata uneori scoicile.In noptile acelea lungi si calduroase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De vara tarzie.Mi-e dor de tine.Stii prea bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si...visez ca te i-au in brate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si incet iti sarut buzele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apoi trupurile noastre se unesc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se unesc acolo...pe malul unui lac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si...e atat de frumos...incat mai vreau odata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nici un vis n-a mai fost vreodata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asa cum este el.Si parca e atat de real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Incat il simt cu totul,imi daruiesc si sufletul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si te simt acolo.Atat de aproape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spune-mi...cand ne vom uni in soapte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/110270091007452386-1101618380302456841?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/1101618380302456841/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=1101618380302456841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/1101618380302456841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/1101618380302456841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/07/soapte.html' title='Soapte...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-8698875402783978224</id><published>2008-06-27T08:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:53:00.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditatie cu ingerii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;...M-am intins in pat.Era un pat albastru cu ursi gigantici si frunze de salcam.Era o dimineata intunecata.Frunzele erau de un verde mort.Ma pierdeam in trunchiuri.Zarea era un cerc inchis.Acolo mai fusesem odata,odata demult.Dar numai imi amintesc cand.Si se auzeau coruri de ingeri.Da ii auzeam printre flori de hartie creponata.Aveam un ceas albastru.Era la mana stanga.Dar cand l-am privit,acele au cazut.Pamantul era rece si le-a inghitit.Crengile imi despletisera parul.Era roua.Multa roua.Imi udasem rochia.Purtam o rochie veche.Nu-mi amintesc culoarea.Ma uitam dupa ingeri.Oricat ma infundau pasii cu pensula albastra acolo,nu vedeam pe nimeni.Am alergat dupa ei in pasi marunti o dimineata intreaga.Nu era soare.Nu era timp.Doar un munte de frunze.Mii de voci ma chemau.Uitasem sa vorbesc.Desluseam doar chemarea simturilor.Ca niste sageti albe,voci ce se pierdeau in departari ma faceau sa le caut.Mai mult.Probabil era deja seara.Probabil eram singura acolo.Soarele era mort.Culorile se vedeau.Am intrat intr-o cabana.Nici acolo nu era nimeni.Din sicriele sunetelor,ieseau visele mele.Cineva le vanase.Erau toate acolo.Unele erau deja expirate.Dar imi era frica sa le arunc.Am vrut sa plec de acolo.Usa de afara dadea spre nicaieri.Ingerii tacusera.Numai imi simteam gleznele.Atunci,am gasit o scara.Am coborat.Peste cateva secunde,imi simteam din nou gleznele.Puteam vorbi.Eram din nou acolo.Acasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A fost doar un vis.Memoria mea e full de vise.Unele sunt deja expirate.Altele dau pe-afara.Candva.Visam frumos.N-am mai luat demult un bilet pentru sufletul meu.Probabil ii e dor sa calatoreasca.Noaptea,cand nu il vede nimeni ca pleaca.Aveam 5 ani.Daca ti minte 9 ani un vis,inseamna ca ti-e dor de ingeri?.Mi-e mie dor de Rai.Dor de lumea unde nu exista nimic.Decat suflete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110270091007452386-8698875402783978224?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/8698875402783978224/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=8698875402783978224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/8698875402783978224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ne-am ratacit in zari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Iubirea e vie,nimic nu s-a pierdut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si cred ca e noapte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acum,macar acum ar putea fi usor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Imposibilul de a ma strange in brate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sarutul ce-l visez noaptea cand dorm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O dragoste a stapanit nebuna,o copila...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Va exista timp pentru amandoi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Un timp in care totul sa fie usor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De mana sa ma ti,in brate sa-ti adorm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fara cioburi de inimi frante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pe podeaua vietii noastre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Un timp in care sa fiu si eu iubita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Un timp in care,cu tine sa fiu fericita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E greu sa ma iubesti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E greu sa ma ierti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunt asa de departe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si fiecare pas pe care-l fac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Duce spre tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Azi am ras prea tare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si te-am iubit prea mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am visat la tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si la un prim sarut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vreau sa numai fim straini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Straini de pasiune si de iubire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chiar daca este atat de greu sa deschizi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Viitorul,si sa nu privesti spre lume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spre ceea ce distruge ea..&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/110270091007452386-2160352203870687288?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-5238478756569597888</id><published>2008-06-17T06:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T07:53:44.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotelul parasit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SFe98oY6S6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/MUWNaHeSXsM/s1600-h/NO_smoking_II_by_LightOfAKind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212843943036341154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SFe98oY6S6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/MUWNaHeSXsM/s200/NO_smoking_II_by_LightOfAKind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Locuiesc acolo.In hotelul parasit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Prietenii.Ei,imi spun c-ar fi pazit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;De fantomele din trecut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ce-au trait acolo,de mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nu le vad,totusi lor le e teama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Si mie mi-e frica.Daca fumul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Fumul acela alb,isi pierde drumul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Nici nu-i ascult uneori...eu vreau sa visez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Welcome to My Paradis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Le zic de cate ori ii intampin jos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Acolo...la parterul cu aspect monstruos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;La picioarele copacilor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Unde se aud sunetele frunzelor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ei cred ca aceste zgomote sunt bizare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Dar,stiu eu...de fapt,se iubesc plantele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Se iubesc pietrele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Si pe fiecare perete,daca nu s-a daramat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Poti vedea scris numele celor ce m-au adunat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;De pe strazile pustii.de creta roz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Si m-au lasat aici,in palatul de rogoz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;La ultimele ore nu mergeam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Si prin padurea asta mare ne aventuram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eu si ea,sau toti prietenii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Si mergeam la hotelul vechi;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;La hotelul parasit,si locuit de mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Si ne pierdeam vremea,la ultimele etaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Rezemati de ziduri,printre cioburi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Si inscriptile ciudate de pe pereti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mi-era frica sa ma uit in jos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Padurea era prea verde.Noi prea sus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sunteti cu toti vinovati!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Am pierdut atatea clipe intre peretii daramati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Atatea tigari,s-atata fum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Prea mult muzica.vorba.visuri.Acum toate-s scrum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Si,acum e vacanta,si eu vreau la mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Dar ma mai odihnesc cu discurile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cu tigarile,si cu visurile mele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Acolo.Departe de ei. Si parca daca ma uit la soare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;O proasta impresie am:ca sunt la mare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Pacat:lipseste nisipul.Lipsesc scoicile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Dar macar mai am visele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Macar mai pot sa sper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Si pot sa privesc noaptea spre cer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Chiar daca-mi amintesc de filmul acela incest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;De refrenele noastre,si de tine.Ai mai plecat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ce loc adorabil!Ce vara lunga!Amintiri patate cu noroi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Un hotel prea mare.O sa-mi fie dor de noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Inca mai ingan un refren.Tu nu-l auzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Parca mi-e dor de tine,sau de ea,dar amandoi sunteti surzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oricat as striga la cer.Norii n-or sa plece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oricat as vrea sa uit.Juramintele n-or sa se dezlege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cuvinte.Dor.Splendid.Bizar.Amestecat.Iubire.Vara.Ploaie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;..........................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;coridor.hotel.parasit.fericire.zambet.fum.nor.cer.pierdut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asta e pentru mine.Asta e pentru &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Va iubesc!&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/110270091007452386-5238478756569597888?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/5238478756569597888/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=5238478756569597888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/5238478756569597888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/5238478756569597888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/06/hotelul-parasit.html' title='Hotelul parasit'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SFe98oY6S6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/MUWNaHeSXsM/s72-c/NO_smoking_II_by_LightOfAKind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110270091007452386.post-6893597214711998037</id><published>2008-06-16T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:06:23.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>% Love sick %</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SFbHj6dow1I/AAAAAAAAAqY/tc89u8TzZ7Q/s1600-h/retro_rainbow_by_amsterdam_jazz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212573038530839378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SFbHj6dow1I/AAAAAAAAAqY/tc89u8TzZ7Q/s200/retro_rainbow_by_amsterdam_jazz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;El e bucata mea pufoasa de cer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;O bucata mare cu cireaza in varf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cand il iubesc,musc din Paradis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Si beau zambetele din chipul lui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Il vad in fiecare zi la teatrul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Din coltul mintii mele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Il simt in fiecare minut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cum sta agatat de aripile sufletului meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Si cade cand ma scutur de lacrimi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cade.loveste.doare.plange.ridica.zambeste.iarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Si cred in viata de dupa dragoste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dupa primul priveghi al sufletului propriu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Chiar daca fumez prea mult.si acum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Prea mult din mine.prea mult din cer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Si pe el..il ratacesc printre frunze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aripi verzi de natura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aprind tacerea intr-un bat de chibrit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Si i-a foc un mormanul de ganduri.bolnave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Iubire.atractie.bolnava.bizar.frumos.noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;te iubesc,robotel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/110270091007452386-6893597214711998037?l=lsickyellow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/feeds/6893597214711998037/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=110270091007452386&amp;postID=6893597214711998037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/6893597214711998037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/110270091007452386/posts/default/6893597214711998037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lsickyellow.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-sick.html' title='% Love sick %'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283853997675759474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2dXi6wt2HJY/SFbHj6dow1I/AAAAAAAAAqY/tc89u8TzZ7Q/s72-c/retro_rainbow_by_amsterdam_jazz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
