<?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-6155892440734592189</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:36:36.489-07:00</updated><category term='cafea'/><category term='void.'/><category term='ne-am despartit'/><category term='scorpion'/><title type='text'>Special needs</title><subtitle type='html'>Tell me, we both matter, don't we?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-105751289732459020</id><published>2010-07-30T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:08:24.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cu timpul le invatam pe toate.</title><content type='html'>asa parca toate amintirile au ajuns ca si scrumul de tigara.. am acum in minte fumul de tigara pe care eu il detest si totusi il ador.la fel imi trecuse prin cap ploaia aia marunta si obositoare pe care nu o iubeste nimeni,dar pe care in unele momente si-o doresc atatia..&lt;br /&gt;totul s-a stins asa intr-o clipa! si nu imi vine sa cred. s-a facut mult prea liniste dintr-o data si parca am mai mult timp sa respir. parca de abia acum incepe cea mai importanta calatorie prin viata..parca de abia acum dupa ce am gresit atatea,incep sa invat cate ceva.incep sa imi dau seama ca timpul ajuta.si doar el ma va ajuta mereu.&lt;br /&gt;azi am citit ca nu e bine sa te gandesti la viitor,si tre' sa traiesti prezentul.mi-e asa greu sa traiesc prezentul,pentru ca vreau sa ma vad o data in viitor.cel apropiat. maine, de exemplu.cand o sa ma trezesc cu o pofta de viata pe care nu am mai simtit-o de ceva timp.simt ca am nevoie de o schimbare radicala in viata mea..sau poate trebuie sa ma intorc la my old ways.vremurile alea in care uitam de mine,eram pierduta printre rasete si uitam ca in 5 minute rasare soarele.vremurile alea in care nu imi pasa de absolut nimic.&lt;br /&gt;in fine.azi am invatat ca nimeni nu va avea sau are grija de mine, ci doar eu tre sa am grija.azi am aflat ca nu le pasa daca ma simt bine sau rau.am aflat ca nici mie nu-mi pasa de cum se simt ei!&lt;br /&gt;astazi renunt la toate lucrurile care m-au facut odata sa plang.&lt;br /&gt;cum sa iti explic..ma simt asa, la inceputul primaverii.dupa o iarna mult prea incarcata cu prostii si dificultati,vad si eu primul pom inflorit.si stiu ca e de abia primul,si acum urmeaza partea frumoasa a tuturor lucrurilor.&lt;br /&gt;nu mai vreau amintiri,nu mai am nevoie de nimic,decat de mine.suntem eu si eu.si impreuna vom trece peste tot. &lt;br /&gt;si toate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-105751289732459020?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/105751289732459020/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/07/cu-timpul-le-invatam-pe-toate.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/105751289732459020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/105751289732459020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/07/cu-timpul-le-invatam-pe-toate.html' title='cu timpul le invatam pe toate.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-5822317883681100596</id><published>2010-06-09T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T12:01:05.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scorpion'/><title type='text'>Hm,hm,hm.</title><content type='html'>Nativul Scorpion este sceptic, secretos, greu de inteles si de patruns. Pe fata lui adeseori nu poate fi zarita nici o reactie care sa ii tradeze sentimentele. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acasa s-ar putea sa se poarte ca un tiran, dorind ca totul sa fie pe placul lui. Scorpionul considera ca numai el are intotdeauna dreptate si nu va tolera nici o disensiune. Are tendinta de a-si impune parerile si vointa in cercul sau de cunostinte si rude, crezand cu incapatanare ca ideile sale proprii sunt in interesul tuturor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpionul este senzual, dominat puternic de placerea fizica. Este in permanenta atras de sexul opus si isi manifesta instinctul cu primitivism si forta. Poate fi dur si exigent, neadmitand jumatati de masura. In dragoste, el vrea ori totul, ori nimic, iar daca nu primeste totul, e in stare sa distruga si ceea ce a obtinut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nativul Scorpion nu se implica intr-o relatie pana nu este pe deplin sigur ca celalalt merita atentia sa. Abordeaza dragostea din punct de vedere emotional si se gandeste chiar la povesti de dragoste. Isi doreste compania unei persoane artistice, spirituale, de ajutor, linistite, idealiste, rafinate, receptive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpionul este in general fidel, dar daca este inselat, isi coace razbunarea cu o forta diabolica. Are tendinta de a-si manifesta excesiv instinctele erotice, este inclinat spre experiente originale si ciudate, inclusiv pe plan erotic, dornic de schimbari in cuplu. Nativul Scorpion este un partener misterios, secretos, pasional. Are o putere pasionala iesita din comun, fiind bantuit de fantezii erotice intense. Are sentimente foarte puternice legate de familie si camin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problemele din interiorul familiei unui Scorpion vor ramane intotdeauna secrete, departe de ochii indiscreti ai lumii, totul din cauza tendintei sale protectoare si loialitatii fata de membrii familiei. Daca e nevoie sa sara in apararea partenerului, Scorpionul nu se va da niciodata inapoi de la nimic. In schimb, asteapta respect si loialitate din partea partenerului. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nativul Scorpion este atras de persoane puternice, cu multa influenta asupra sa, chiar agresive. Este totodata critic si pretentios, dominator si ambitios, incisiv si capabil sa citeasca din prima caracterul oamenilor cu care intra in contact. Foarte putini ii castiga increderea si cu atat mai putini prietenia, deci nu se va bucura de un cerc prea mare de prieteni, si putini dintre ei ii sunt prieteni apropiati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpionul poate fi totusi o fire foarte romantica. Si-ar putea intalni partenerul la teatru, la muzeu, in cluburi de noapte, in spital, in laboratoare, la biserica, la mare, pe plaja, la piscina, la dans, la acvariu, in statii de benzina sau in magazine de pantofi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relatiile cu partenerul, nativul Scorpion este foarte hotarat si direct, uneori fiind capabil de sentimentele extreme, cum ar fi gelozia si posesivitatea. Se implica total intr-o relatie sentimentala, este dominator, incearca sa preia complet controlul asupra vietii partenerului si pretinde angajare totala si din partea acestuia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nativului Scorpion nu ii place sa iasa prea mult in oras, ci il intereseaza mai mult relatiile "de interior". Nu va accepta niciodata ca prieteni persoane cu un caracter slab. Il atrag experimentele stranii pe plan erotic, astfel incat nu s-ar da in laturi de la perversitati, orgii sexuale sau droguri si alcool in timpul partidelor de sex. Este atras de secret, deci oricand ar accepta o relatie clandestina, doar pentru a-si satisface dorintele sexuale puternice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-5822317883681100596?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/5822317883681100596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/06/hmhmhm.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/5822317883681100596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/5822317883681100596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/06/hmhmhm.html' title='Hm,hm,hm.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-2746775647308732284</id><published>2010-06-05T01:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T13:09:38.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ne-am despartit'/><title type='text'>Alta dimineata..</title><content type='html'>*Ieri ne-am certat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar in dimineata asta m-am trezit cu ochii mici si parca prea obositi ca sa mai clipeasca.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate vor sa doarma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-2746775647308732284?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/2746775647308732284/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/06/alta-dimineata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/2746775647308732284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/2746775647308732284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/06/alta-dimineata.html' title='Alta dimineata..'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-1959445470312531313</id><published>2010-05-28T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:56:06.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu ne mai pasa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TAAt02VdW0I/AAAAAAAAA0k/v1bBoSD6ejs/s1600/BILD0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TAAt02VdW0I/AAAAAAAAA0k/v1bBoSD6ejs/s200/BILD0031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476427532844489538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inainte stiam sa pastrez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am trecut peste multe impreuna.. si as avea atatea de spus..&lt;br /&gt;Atatea lucruri marunte pentru care sa iti multumesc.. si atatea lucruri marete pentru care as lupta plina de puteri si acum. &lt;br /&gt;Si atatea fleacuri din cauza carora ne-am certat si pentru care vreau sa ma ierti.&lt;br /&gt;Si atatea locuri vizitate cu tine,pentru prima data.&lt;br /&gt;Si atatia pupici la care am simtit fluturi in stomac.&lt;br /&gt;Si atatea imbratisari indispensabile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si atatea lucruri..care acum incep sa imi lipseasca..&lt;br /&gt;Si simt ca usor,ma indepartez de tine mai mult decat sunt deja..&lt;br /&gt;Si poate vom plange amandoi.&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate vom rade mai tarziu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mai pierdut inca o zi, gandindu-ma la tot ce a fost. Reamintindu-mi toate lucrurile frumoase si felul meu de a fi. Sau felul tau de a fi.&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am schimbat atat de mult.. Doamne, cat ne-am schimbat..&lt;br /&gt;Unde mai sunt zilele alea? Cand ne certam din fleacuri, doar ca sa vedem cine cedeaza primul.. Jur ca mi-e dor. Ne certam mai des, dar ne iubeam mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum nu ne mai certam, parca nici nu ne mai pasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-1959445470312531313?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/1959445470312531313/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/05/nu-ne-mai-pasa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/1959445470312531313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/1959445470312531313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/05/nu-ne-mai-pasa.html' title='Nu ne mai pasa.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TAAt02VdW0I/AAAAAAAAA0k/v1bBoSD6ejs/s72-c/BILD0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-2063246105023566590</id><published>2010-05-09T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T13:05:44.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Din categoria "Unde esti,iar?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S-cVHv0QeGI/AAAAAAAAAzM/zNXF2f5avNA/s1600/898db5129c6e4d1130a4cfdca93235ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S-cVHv0QeGI/AAAAAAAAAzM/zNXF2f5avNA/s320/898db5129c6e4d1130a4cfdca93235ed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469363495303673954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram trezita pe un camp imens, alb.. si mi se parea ca e iarna. pana cand... Dring! suna ceva.. aa,ceasul. Ma gandisem ca poate e dimineata si tocmai m-am trezit. pun mana pe ceas si il scap pe genunchi, ca sa vad apoi ca e ora... 8. 8?!&lt;br /&gt;ma speriasem. imi era frica sa nu fi pierdut ceva. si scot capul pe geam. si vad oameni grabiti, unii cu umbrele, altii fara. Vad un soare rosu care arde puternic. imi tot puneam intrebarea "De cand e soarele rosu, si nu galben?". ma rog. Ma intorsesem rapid in urma mea ca sa vad ca patul deja era facut, iar ceasul disparuse. Pe vaza goala, sedea un fluture. Era asa speriat.. cred ca l-am speriat. Si ma apropii sa il iau in mana, si pooof! Zboara. Totul parea sa fie contra mea.. Cam tarziu observasem ca dormisem cam mult, iar luna aprilie trecuse deja..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-2063246105023566590?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/2063246105023566590/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/05/din-categoria-unde-estiiar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/2063246105023566590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/2063246105023566590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/05/din-categoria-unde-estiiar.html' title='Din categoria &quot;Unde esti,iar?&quot;'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S-cVHv0QeGI/AAAAAAAAAzM/zNXF2f5avNA/s72-c/898db5129c6e4d1130a4cfdca93235ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-5340922471264149032</id><published>2010-03-03T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T09:16:21.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The common part of us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S45U4iZN8TI/AAAAAAAAAuc/SNoqSq2sZBo/s1600-h/6b181efa6d7abf24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S45U4iZN8TI/AAAAAAAAAuc/SNoqSq2sZBo/s320/6b181efa6d7abf24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444382329819492658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am convins iar.&lt;br /&gt;multi exprimam iubirea in culori,zambete,batai puternice ale inimii,rasete,lacrimi de fericire,stropi de ploaie,curcubeu.si ne intindem la nesfarsit cu acel nemuritor "te iubesc.esti tot."; in timp ce durerea o poti exprima altfel..mult mai amanuntit,mai neagra,mai urata,mai puternica.Ne pierdem printre fraze si majuscule,declansand sentimentele negative sa iasa la suprafata.si nu mai avem mult pana ce rupem tastatura.ajungem sa nu mai fim stapani pe noi,uimiti de ceata provocata de siroaiele de lacrimi.si ne simtim mult mai filozofi cand vorbim de tristeti,dezamagiri,despartiri sau altele.mai multi suferim,decat sa ne fie bine.uitam ca fericirea e undeva, aproape..ne asteapta.evitam sa o intalnim.uneori de teama.de frica de final.uitam sa pretuim fiecare clipa.cand acea durere se face simtita,uitam usor tot binele de care am avut parte.ne axam doar pe sentimentele din acel moment,doar pe gandurile acelea murdare si ilogice.ne grabim sa dam click pe winamp si sa ascultam cea mai trista piesa posibila, existenta in pc,ca sa putem plange mai bine.ne inchidem in camera o zi,o saptamana,nu vrem sa stim nimic de nimeni..toti au murit.tu ai murit.tot ce a fost bun in tine, a murit si el.&lt;br /&gt;ne amintim de clipele bune,o fractiune de secunda,dupa care brusc se sterge tot.si plangem iar.&lt;br /&gt;te simti ranit,furat,jignit,murdar.poate chiar o bataie de joc.si parca ai vrea sa faci ceva sa fie la fel,asta in caz ca nu ai orgoliu mult prea mare (ca mine).dar te retine ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii FERICITI uita sa mai scrie.profitand la maxim de fiecare particica din timp.si incearca sa se agate de cat mai mult timp si fericire..&lt;br /&gt;Uitam de unde am plecat,uitam ca inainte de a fi fericiti,am fost niste tristi iresponsabili.uitam ca toate trec.&lt;br /&gt;Inclusiv fericirea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ANGelInThEMiRoR/eac2fe233988d0.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=218&amp;titluEmbed=Ashley%20Tisdale%3AX%20-%20Suddenly"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ANGelInThEMiRoR/eac2fe233988d0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=218&amp;titluEmbed=Ashley%20Tisdale%3AX%20-%20Suddenly"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-5340922471264149032?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/5340922471264149032/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/03/asa-sunt-si-eu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/5340922471264149032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/5340922471264149032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/03/asa-sunt-si-eu.html' title='The common part of us.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S45U4iZN8TI/AAAAAAAAAuc/SNoqSq2sZBo/s72-c/6b181efa6d7abf24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-4737849964442306965</id><published>2010-02-21T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:36:35.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu imi spune asta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S4GZTEtVL-I/AAAAAAAAAtM/96qIoW1ErZ0/s1600-h/Love_Is____by_circle__of__fire23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S4GZTEtVL-I/AAAAAAAAAtM/96qIoW1ErZ0/s200/Love_Is____by_circle__of__fire23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440798377800708066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi veni cu d'astea.&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu ai avut timp, ca te-au retinut ai tai sau ca...prietenii tai, stiu eu ce. (?)&lt;br /&gt;Nu te cred cand spui ca nu ai nevoie de mine. Nici cand imi spui ca nu mai iubesti. Sau ca nu sti sa iubesti si ca tu esti vinovatul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma lua cu abureli de genu' "Avem nevoie de o pauza..." . Nu exista pauze!&lt;br /&gt;Nici nu ma mai fa "cinica" , cand sti si tu prea bine ca nu sunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai bine spune-mi ce facem maine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-4737849964442306965?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/4737849964442306965/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/02/nu-imi-spune-asta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/4737849964442306965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/4737849964442306965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/02/nu-imi-spune-asta.html' title='Nu imi spune asta.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S4GZTEtVL-I/AAAAAAAAAtM/96qIoW1ErZ0/s72-c/Love_Is____by_circle__of__fire23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-2585402334607710631</id><published>2010-02-17T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:55:43.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a late Valentine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S3vnNdrUvVI/AAAAAAAAAss/4TX6TU5kRv8/s1600-h/P1100580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S3vnNdrUvVI/AAAAAAAAAss/4TX6TU5kRv8/s320/P1100580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439195193470664018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S3vnNNLEVkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/xVBeGk3SEIc/s1600-h/P1100579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S3vnNNLEVkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/xVBeGk3SEIc/s320/P1100579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439195189040404034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S3vnMyqkQLI/AAAAAAAAAsc/N2yKgNXDdAw/s1600-h/P1100573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S3vnMyqkQLI/AAAAAAAAAsc/N2yKgNXDdAw/s320/P1100573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439195181924761778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-2585402334607710631?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/2585402334607710631/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/02/such-late-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/2585402334607710631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/2585402334607710631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/02/such-late-valentine.html' title='Such a late Valentine.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S3vnNdrUvVI/AAAAAAAAAss/4TX6TU5kRv8/s72-c/P1100580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-2219570956725932372</id><published>2010-02-07T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:59:25.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vreaaaaaaaau!</title><content type='html'>E asa.. gri. Totul.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de soarele ala puternic.. De iesirile in oras, seara tarziu. De norii aia pufosi de vara. De pomi infloriti, dupa care mult prea inverziti.. &lt;br /&gt;Perfect. &lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de razele de soare. De umbra. &lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de caldura. Spune-i sa vina!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-2219570956725932372?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/2219570956725932372/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/02/vreaaaaaaaau.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/2219570956725932372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/2219570956725932372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/02/vreaaaaaaaau.html' title='Vreaaaaaaaau!'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-6353689131569749079</id><published>2010-01-25T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:07:39.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realitate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S14PHcSj23I/AAAAAAAAAsM/6AzQFQfO_XA/s1600-h/Stingher_by_my_eyes_your_windows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S14PHcSj23I/AAAAAAAAAsM/6AzQFQfO_XA/s320/Stingher_by_my_eyes_your_windows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430794821182937970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" - Andra, cand vei creste.. te vei da cu curu' de pamant urat de tot. Si n-o sa iti placa.. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe bune? Apropo, persoana de mai sus fiind mama. &lt;br /&gt;Ma rog.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu cum sta treaba cam in tot ce se petrece in lumea asta in care traim.. Politicienii aia sunt de tot cacatul, toti se bat intre ei ca animalele sa ajunga ei in frunte, dar ca sa ce? Nu se schimba mai nimic. Tara e la fel de cacat ca intotdeauna, banii la fel de putini. Dincolo suntem tot vazuti ca ultimii oameni, ca niste hoti nesatui si in cautare de mai mult. Logic. Ce film ai in fata ochilor cand auzi cuvantul "roman" ? Acelasi care il am si eu, daca esti cu capul pe umeri. &lt;br /&gt;Si se spune ca doar noi putem schimba asta. Generatia de azi. Poate nu au observat prea multi ca generatia de azi e mult mai de rahat fata de celelalte. Macar odata,demult se stia de frica de parinti, de ascultat cat de cat. De ajuns la ora exacta acasa, si de pedepse poate prea dure. Nu ca as fi de acord cu pedpesele alea, ca ar fi ilogic.. Dar asta e adevarul. &lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Tineretul din ziua de azi era tot asa? majoritatea in conflicte cu familia, de e nevoit copilu' sa plece de acasa, pt ca mama a uitat sa ii cumpere un redbull, daca tot a fost la magazin.. si nu numai. Poate cazuri mai naspa, cum ar fi bataia, pentru ca ai luat un 2 in loc de 9. Foarte trist.&lt;br /&gt;..si toti beau la fel de mult? si ii vedeai cu punga la colt de strada, inconstienti? Ciudat. Dupa cum ziceam mai sus, asta e generatia de azi.&lt;br /&gt;In concluzie, cred ca lumea se va duce usor pe apa sambetei, ca sa nu zic pe... altceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ca sa readuc in discutie, ce imi baga in cap tata mai mereu, faptul ca inca nu m-am gandit la ce faculta o sa dau, pentru ca e foaaaarte important sa stiu pe ce sa ma axez. Da, stiu asta. La fel cum mai stiu, ca multi care au terminat turismul sau dreptul, sau cu tot cu medicina lor, stau acasa si plang ca n-au de lucru, sau sunt vanzatori in Kaufland, sau poate au noroc si pun marfa pe rafturi in Real. Da, asa e.&lt;br /&gt;Nu o zic doar ca sa o zic, si pentru ca stiu cazuri. &lt;br /&gt;Sau mai stiu persoane care s-au lasat de facultate, pentru ca nu erau in stare sa o duca la bun sfarsit, pentru ca in timpul liceului, resp. gimnaziului, erau prin stiu io ce baruri, la o tigara. Sau comentau profilor, ca sa-si amuze colegii, sau mai chill, nu invatau. Na, si dupa cum ziceam.. persoanele astea au acum un salar bun, pentru ca au avut noroc si si-au gasit post ca agent de vanzari, si iau ceva banuti frumosi si au un program la fel de frumos. Sau cazuri mai generale, a avut tata pile. &lt;br /&gt;Da, e trist ca eu m-am gasit sa vorbesc despre toate astea, eu care nu-s adepta invatatului. Ideea e ca ma straduiesc cat pot, cred. Chiar daca de cele mai multe ori nu imi prea iasa.. dar mai sunt si exceptii. Thanks God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa schimb subiectul.. Mama ma face imatura. Ma rog, mai mult tata, dar nici ea nu e prea departe, si in plus, e tot aia. Mi-a spus ca nu am ajuns la varsta la care sa stiu sa iubesc. HA! &lt;br /&gt;Apropo de asta... ce mult se schimba omul. Nici nu vreau sa imi amintesc cum eram acum cativa ani.. La ora 2 aveam intalnire cu x. Seara ieseam la o bere cu y. Iar a doua zi, acelasi program doar ca ... cu z. &lt;br /&gt;Si imi placea asa. Simteam ca uau, asa e varsta si tre' sa profit. Ca la urma urmei, si "ei" fac la fel. ("Bate-ti joc, Andra.. toti merita. Fara jena.") &lt;br /&gt;M-am inselat inca o data. Mai sunt si exceptii. 2%. :D&lt;br /&gt;Parerea ca toti,mai intai de toate,vor sex.. nu mi-am schimbat-o nici acum. Cu atat mai mult, cu cat cresti si "prinzi forme" . Exceptie face Alex . [Nu pentru ca sunt cu el, ci pentru ca il cunosc.] &lt;br /&gt;Si ce trist.. "Ei" sunt niste tristi. Lucrul bun e ca in final, poate-poate se indragostesc si vad si ei ce... bine se simte. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un ultim lucru, nu sunt imatura, mm. Ca sunt cel mai penibil copil uneori, e alta parte. Sunt pentru ca.. de ce nu? E dreptul meu sa ma exprim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/DeeaFatuk/0cfef7287301a0.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/DeeaFatuk/0cfef7287301a0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-6353689131569749079?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/6353689131569749079/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/01/realitate.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/6353689131569749079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/6353689131569749079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/01/realitate.html' title='Realitate.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S14PHcSj23I/AAAAAAAAAsM/6AzQFQfO_XA/s72-c/Stingher_by_my_eyes_your_windows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-2178213398691636877</id><published>2010-01-20T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:59:23.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taci, am spus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S1dkUPzSJ3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/g3fSwtr8nUY/s1600-h/legs_and_shoes_by_Kelsey_Anne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S1dkUPzSJ3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/g3fSwtr8nUY/s320/legs_and_shoes_by_Kelsey_Anne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428918174820214642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu simteam ceva ce nimeni..&lt;br /&gt;TACI !&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu am cum sa.. Taci am spus! Am fost si.. TACI si tu! Nu am cum, pentru ca.. Pentru ca taci! Iti amintesti ziua aia cand.. Ti-e atat de greu sa taci? Cand ti-am zis ca.. TACI! NU! pentru ca eu.. Inceteaza, te rog! ..pentru ca eu te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;minti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-2178213398691636877?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/2178213398691636877/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/01/taci-am-spus.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/2178213398691636877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/2178213398691636877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/01/taci-am-spus.html' title='Taci, am spus.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S1dkUPzSJ3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/g3fSwtr8nUY/s72-c/legs_and_shoes_by_Kelsey_Anne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-8751176774043671375</id><published>2010-01-20T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:34:24.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce esti mare acum?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S1c9gSOiBhI/AAAAAAAAAqU/c3i1vRzS3y4/s1600-h/The_Morning_After_by_abraxaslove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S1c9gSOiBhI/AAAAAAAAAqU/c3i1vRzS3y4/s320/The_Morning_After_by_abraxaslove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428875500676318738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" - Ninge? "&lt;br /&gt;" - Acum 5 minute ningea. Acum nu stiu.. "&lt;br /&gt;" - De ce nu sti ? "&lt;br /&gt;" - Pentru ca nu stiu.. Nu am mai fost afara. "&lt;br /&gt;" - Dar tu le sti pe toate! Asa imi spuneai odata.. "&lt;br /&gt;" - Erai mica, pe atunci.. Acum ai crescut, ar trebui sa iti dai seama ce stiu si ce nu stiu.. "&lt;br /&gt;" - De aceea poate nu-mi doream sa cresc niciodata.. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-8751176774043671375?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/8751176774043671375/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/01/de-ce-esti-mare-acum.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/8751176774043671375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/8751176774043671375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2010/01/de-ce-esti-mare-acum.html' title='De ce esti mare acum?'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/S1c9gSOiBhI/AAAAAAAAAqU/c3i1vRzS3y4/s72-c/The_Morning_After_by_abraxaslove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-573012420728723910</id><published>2009-12-19T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:00:33.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninge iar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/Sy09yVRvo8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/_RAYTh3E6X8/s1600-h/First_Real_Snow_by_Banasre25001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/Sy09yVRvo8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/_RAYTh3E6X8/s200/First_Real_Snow_by_Banasre25001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417053861710898114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10:44 PM. &lt;br /&gt;Afara e frig... viscoleste.&lt;br /&gt;Zapada coboara, urca... dependenta de bataia vantului.&lt;br /&gt;Fulgii de zapada sunt imensi, iar afara ai impresia ca noaptea nu se va mai lasa niciodata. La becul din fata casei, daca privesti atent, observi ce lupta groaznica se da acum intre fulgi. Scopul lor e, poate, bucuria noastra. Sau a copiilor, a cat de incarcate vor fi maine saniile. Azi am vazut zeci de sanii trase de caini sau de masini, ce treceau prin fata casei. Veselia reiesea din sunetele pe care le scoteau fiecare. &lt;br /&gt;Totul e de un alb, stralucitor. Totul e perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS: Wish you were here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-573012420728723910?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/573012420728723910/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/12/ninge-iar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/573012420728723910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/573012420728723910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/12/ninge-iar.html' title='Ninge iar..'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/Sy09yVRvo8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/_RAYTh3E6X8/s72-c/First_Real_Snow_by_Banasre25001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-7464879101537730150</id><published>2009-12-13T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:54:11.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poem.</title><content type='html'>Ca ea-i a ta,&lt;br /&gt;nu-i singura-mi mahnire;&lt;br /&gt;Ca esti al ei,&lt;br /&gt;e marea mea jelire.&lt;br /&gt;Si-i pierderea in veci ne-nlocuita.&lt;br /&gt;O, cruzi amanti, stiu gandul ce va iarta:&lt;br /&gt;tu&lt;br /&gt;o iubesti,&lt;br /&gt;stiind ca draga-mi este.&lt;br /&gt;Stiind ca te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;ea doru-ti poarta.&lt;br /&gt;De dragul tau,&lt;br /&gt;eu iert toate aceste.&lt;br /&gt;Daca te pierd, &lt;br /&gt;iubita mea castiga.&lt;br /&gt;Pe ea de-o pierd,&lt;br /&gt;lui,&lt;br /&gt;soarta i-o aduce.&lt;br /&gt;Voi va gasiti si-am sa va pierd,&lt;br /&gt;mi-e frica.&lt;br /&gt;Voi amandoi ma rastigniti pe cruce.&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu esti eu, &lt;br /&gt;si-s bucuros, asa.&lt;br /&gt;Suav miraj...&lt;br /&gt;Si ea e tot a mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( W. Shakespeare - "Sonete" ) ( my seventeen's present.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-7464879101537730150?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/7464879101537730150/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/12/poem.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/7464879101537730150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/7464879101537730150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/12/poem.html' title='poem.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-5811109063419129552</id><published>2009-12-13T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:48:30.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotografii..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SyVFBKvS8oI/AAAAAAAAAmM/zipykZ0GnFQ/s1600-h/fotografie-profesionista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SyVFBKvS8oI/AAAAAAAAAmM/zipykZ0GnFQ/s320/fotografie-profesionista.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414810013347803778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Mi-am adus aminte de vremea in care si eu ma ascundeam in spatele unui aparat de fotografiat, preferand in locul realitatii imediate fixarea ei intr-o imagine, ca un fel de distantare, de detasare. De cate ori mi-am dus la ochi aparatul pentru a ma ascunde de un spectacol pe care nu stiam sa-l vad? In spatele fiecarui fotograf se afla, la urma urmei, un mare timid caruia ii e frica sa apara in fata lumii gol si dezarmat. Aparatele seamana cu niste masti, niste lupi la un bal mascat, in spatele carora ne ascundem. Fotografiile sunt acte ratate, cuvinte nepronuntate, saruturi refulate, zambete inghetate, ochi care se inchid. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Laurent Graff - "O singura fotografie" )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-5811109063419129552?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/5811109063419129552/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/12/fotografii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/5811109063419129552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/5811109063419129552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/12/fotografii.html' title='Fotografii..'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SyVFBKvS8oI/AAAAAAAAAmM/zipykZ0GnFQ/s72-c/fotografie-profesionista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-6260073786485732565</id><published>2009-12-12T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:54:44.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trei adevaruri.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SyQaTqVNQ9I/AAAAAAAAAl0/axfQMQk1pmk/s1600-h/1ce82ffcb76e396c9c5e8ba528b727a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SyQaTqVNQ9I/AAAAAAAAAl0/axfQMQk1pmk/s200/1ce82ffcb76e396c9c5e8ba528b727a1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414481577089254354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Ca un om sa iubeasca pe altul e probabil cea mai grea sarcina care ne-a fost incredintata, sarcina suprema, examenul final, opera pentru care toate celelalte sunt doar un preludiu…. Iubirea e un imbold pentru fiecare sa se desavarseasca, sa devina cineva, sa devina o lume el insusi de dragul cuiva.&lt;br /&gt;* Iubirea este cea mai inalta fericire la care poate ajunge omul, caci numai prin ea cunoaste ca el e mai mult decat el insusi, ca e una cu totul.&lt;br /&gt;* Trebuie sa cautam dragostea acolo unde suntem, chiar daca asta ne-ar costa ceasuri, zile, saptamani de deceptii si tristeti. Caci in clipa in care pornim in cautarea iubirii, si ea porneste in intampinarea noastra. Si ne salveaza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-6260073786485732565?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/6260073786485732565/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/12/trei-adevaruri.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/6260073786485732565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/6260073786485732565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/12/trei-adevaruri.html' title='trei adevaruri.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SyQaTqVNQ9I/AAAAAAAAAl0/axfQMQk1pmk/s72-c/1ce82ffcb76e396c9c5e8ba528b727a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-889128957647638384</id><published>2009-12-12T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T13:54:03.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scrisoare pentru moshu'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SyQQ9nou8hI/AAAAAAAAAk8/TShmjjx8Kt0/s1600-h/Merry_Christmas_by_lilhyperbabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SyQQ9nou8hI/AAAAAAAAAk8/TShmjjx8Kt0/s200/Merry_Christmas_by_lilhyperbabe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414471302804075026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti scriu, Mosule, cu ajutorul lu’ mami, pentru ca eu sunt inca prea mica sa stiu sa scriu, am doar 4 ani si 10 luni. Dar mami mai are un bebe in burtica ce se pare ca va fi tot fetita. Mama zice ca nu conteaza ce va fi, atat timp cat e un copil sanatos. Eu as vrea un fratior, pe care sa il cheme George si o fratioara, pe care sa o cheme Georgiana. Am fost si cu mami si tati la biserica, sa ne rugam sa ne dea Doamne-Doamne ce vreau eu. Mama a zis ca doar el poate hotari ce va fi in burtica. Mami si cu tati cheltuie foarte mult cu mine, ei spun ca fac o investitie. Ma duc si la dansuri si la germana si la inot, am fost si la FasTracKids (acolo m-as duce toata ziua). Acum nu mai merg, ca e prea mult timp ocupat si sunt prea multi bani de dat. Si stiu ca mami si tati ar vrea sa faca la fel si cu bebe, asa ca m-am gandit ca poate ii ajut daca iti scriu, tie, Mosule, sa ne aduci macar ceva pentru bebe. Pentru mine nu te rog nimic. Sunt sigura ca imi vei aduce ceva la serbare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu drag, Denisa-Andreea Filip ( 4ani 10 luni, Timisoara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Cred ca mai bine vorbesti cu mami, daca te hotarasti sa ne trimiti cadoul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-889128957647638384?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/889128957647638384/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/12/scrisoare-pentru-moshu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/889128957647638384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/889128957647638384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/12/scrisoare-pentru-moshu.html' title='scrisoare pentru moshu&apos;'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SyQQ9nou8hI/AAAAAAAAAk8/TShmjjx8Kt0/s72-c/Merry_Christmas_by_lilhyperbabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-7438911295378648872</id><published>2009-11-22T04:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:44:29.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end.</title><content type='html'>Si dupa cateva luni de fericire.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Esti al meu?&lt;br /&gt;- Eram, odata..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-7438911295378648872?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/7438911295378648872/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/7438911295378648872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/7438911295378648872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='the end.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-169412950598787961</id><published>2009-11-19T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:06:08.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>part 5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SwWXGK8pxcI/AAAAAAAAAic/2mSkaWZSIgU/s1600/Autumn_Love_by_Criss_Production.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SwWXGK8pxcI/AAAAAAAAAic/2mSkaWZSIgU/s200/Autumn_Love_by_Criss_Production.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405893060001908162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ..urma sa plece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hai, vii cu mine?&lt;br /&gt;- Afara?&lt;br /&gt;- Da. E soare, e frumos..&lt;br /&gt;- A, e soare.. Pai, asteapta-ma putin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isi aruncase esarfa rosie la gat, rochita neagra si sandalutele rosii, pe care le primise de la el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ce frumoasa esti! :)&lt;br /&gt;- Multumesc. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afara era un soare caldut, iar vantul adia usor.. bancile din parc erau pline de tineri indragostiti, iar frunzele de toamna te copleseau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Iuu ba, uite ce fain e! &lt;br /&gt;- Da.. Toamna mereu e frumoasa. Sau faina, cum spui tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niste chicoteli se auzeau discret, din partea ei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ma faci sa rad. :))&lt;br /&gt;- Razi, scumpo, ca ador cum razi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se asezara pe o bancuta mai retrasa, in mijlocul oceanului de frunze, departe de aglomeratie. Acolo, cei doi, usor se pierdeau unul in privirile celuilalt.. Se tineau de mana, iar el ii mangaia degetele fine. &lt;br /&gt;Linistea isi facu simtita prezenta. Nu mai scotea nimeni niciun sunet, doar fosnetul frunzelor care cadeau, le distragea atentia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ce dragut. Incepe sa fie asa dragut cu el, totul.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stii? Mi-e dor de vara.&lt;br /&gt;- Da, si mie.. &lt;br /&gt;- Vara care tocmai a trecut am fost la mare. Si am vazut rasaritul.. M-am trezit cu noaptea in cap, pentru el. :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" nu stiu ce sa zic.. ma simt aiurea.. ok.. ce fac? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...] Si degetele de la picioare imi erau pline cu nisip! Si parul parea imposibil de pieptanat, de la vantul ce era.. &lt;br /&gt;Se simtea briza marii, asa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incepu sa gesticuleze, si sa isi ridice privirea spre nori. El o privea atent, ca sa ii observe fiecare miscare.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" E asa de frumoasa.. si e a mea! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-169412950598787961?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/169412950598787961/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-5.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/169412950598787961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/169412950598787961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-5.html' title='part 5.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SwWXGK8pxcI/AAAAAAAAAic/2mSkaWZSIgU/s72-c/Autumn_Love_by_Criss_Production.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-1134490539092670710</id><published>2009-11-19T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T08:25:17.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>part 4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SwUIklTiZiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/rlpJl7AhU5s/s1600/Love_Look_by_NaturalStoned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SwUIklTiZiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/rlpJl7AhU5s/s200/Love_Look_by_NaturalStoned.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405736352310519330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se simti rusinata, si simtea cum i se aprind usor obrajii. Se simtea copil, chiar daca ea de mult nu mai recunostea faptul ca inca e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usor, isi trecu mainile prin parul ei si o saruta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- De ce nu ai mai dat niciun semn atata timp?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu m-am simtit tocmai bine, si am preferat sa nu stie nimeni nimic.&lt;br /&gt;- !! Trebuia sa imi fi spus, as fi avut eu grija de tine..&lt;br /&gt;- Acum sunt bine. :)&lt;br /&gt;- Da, acum.. dar inainte nu erai.. Iar eu ma gandeam la tot felul de lucruri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cum ar fi faptul ca nu iti mai pasa.. si cat de copilaresc gandesc. Am impresia ca totul se invarte doar in jurul meu, si ca tot ce se intampla e impotriva mea si ca.. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ce fel de lucruri?&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, nu mai conteaza.. Ma bucur ca esti bine. &lt;br /&gt;- Iti multumesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Si e atat de scump si l-as pupa incontinuu. Si il ador, si il iubesc.. si il ador, si il iubesc.. si il iubesc, si il iubesc.. si il iub.. [...] "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Saruta-ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cat de frumoasa e.. Ma intreb oare ce ascunde in spatele acestui chip atat de tandru.. Oare ce gandeste ea acum? Oare ma vrea la fel de mult cum o vreau si eu? Oare ma iubeste? ..sau pur si simplu sunt un capriciu, pentru o fata obisnuita sa i se dea absolut tot ce isi doreste, fara sa se repete.. (?) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si erau pierduti intr-un sarut lung, timp in care niciunul nu mai avea ganduri, ci doar se lasau purtati de val.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Draga mea?&lt;br /&gt;- Da?&lt;br /&gt;- Sunt al tau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-1134490539092670710?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/1134490539092670710/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-4.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/1134490539092670710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/1134490539092670710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-4.html' title='part 4.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SwUIklTiZiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/rlpJl7AhU5s/s72-c/Love_Look_by_NaturalStoned.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-7137847424397256494</id><published>2009-11-16T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:21:08.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafea'/><title type='text'>part 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SwFHwUsFl_I/AAAAAAAAAgc/pivh7Jn91Uc/s1600/coffee_with_love_by_Utzu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SwFHwUsFl_I/AAAAAAAAAgc/pivh7Jn91Uc/s200/coffee_with_love_by_Utzu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404679923334223858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si timpul trecea. si azi se implineau doua saptamani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;degetele ii erau blocate pe telecomanda..&lt;br /&gt;" Nimic interesant.. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deodata o trezi zgomotul de dupa usa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" E el? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se repezi sa deschida usa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" E el! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Buna! &lt;br /&gt;- Hei.. :) ai venit..&lt;br /&gt;- Pot sa intru? &lt;br /&gt;- Sigur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il invita sa ia un loc, in timp ce ea pregatea o cafea. Mainile ii erau inghetate. &lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ti-e frig? &lt;br /&gt;- Da, pot sa spun si asa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ii lua mainile intr-ale ei si ii puse cafeaua in fata. Aburii ii incalzeau mainile si ii mangaiau usor fata.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Multumesc. :)&lt;br /&gt;- Cu placere. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorbea usor din cafea, in timp ce ea il privea pierduta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Te-ai mai incalzit? &lt;br /&gt;- Esti atat de frumoasa.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parul negru ca de matase, ii cadea cu mult peste umeri.. Avea o camasa de noapte alba, pura, ce ii trecea de genunchi.. Fata ii era mai fina ca niciodata, si inspira multa naturalete.. &lt;br /&gt;Statea asezata pe un scaun, cu un picior sub ea, iar altul apropiat de gatul dezgolit.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ah.. &lt;br /&gt;" Il ador.. "&lt;br /&gt;" O iubesc.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Multumesc de cafea, dar te vreau pe tine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-7137847424397256494?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/7137847424397256494/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-3.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/7137847424397256494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/7137847424397256494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-3.html' title='part 3.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/SwFHwUsFl_I/AAAAAAAAAgc/pivh7Jn91Uc/s72-c/coffee_with_love_by_Utzu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-2351971023028638007</id><published>2009-11-13T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T05:03:11.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/Sv1Y7nr0GGI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fk9BIEY1eXY/s1600-h/september_by_piratesdontcry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/Sv1Y7nr0GGI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fk9BIEY1eXY/s200/september_by_piratesdontcry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403572909202741346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..dupa ceva timp de neglijare reciproca, totul parea schimbat.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ii simt lipsa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ..Dor? Pe dracu' .. nu .. nu .. ? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si usor simti cum lipsa lui ii face rau. Si era vorba doar de vreo 4 zile, care ei i se pareau o eternitate. &lt;br /&gt;Ce ciudat. Ea niciodata nu simtise dor pana atunci. Nu stia semnificatia acestui cuvant, pe propria piele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ..si sa vad cat timp va mai trece fara el.. Lui oricum nu-i pasa.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bine, il astept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-2351971023028638007?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/2351971023028638007/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/2351971023028638007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/2351971023028638007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-2.html' title='part 2.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/Sv1Y7nr0GGI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fk9BIEY1eXY/s72-c/september_by_piratesdontcry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-254597643530745722</id><published>2009-11-11T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T05:25:55.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a story to tell. part 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/Svq7OTnr8QI/AAAAAAAAAfs/8Ry2MMgSGPU/s1600-h/Rain_paused_on_the_window_by_bloody_bubble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/Svq7OTnr8QI/AAAAAAAAAfs/8Ry2MMgSGPU/s200/Rain_paused_on_the_window_by_bloody_bubble.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402836557443625218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..si ploua afara.&lt;br /&gt;- Uite,vezi?&lt;br /&gt;- Da. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;dupa o pauza de cateva clipe in care ea isi aprinse o tigara, adauga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daca esti putin atent, poate observi cum cade fiecare strop de ploaie pe geam, prefacandu-se parca intr-o ceata care usor se strecoara la caldura.. &lt;br /&gt;- Ceata? Ah..&lt;br /&gt;- Da! Tu nu vezi?&lt;br /&gt;- Ba da. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Si ma mai iubesti? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luand-o de mana, parca ii atinse inima.. si fara sa lase timpul sa zboare, ii raspunde: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Da! :) &lt;br /&gt;- :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si simtea ceva in piept, ca si cum i-ar fi fost dor de acest raspuns.. si isi apleca capul pe umarul lui..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;dupa cateva minute, se facu o liniste profunda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nu mai ploua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-254597643530745722?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/254597643530745722/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/11/story-to-tell-part-1.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/254597643530745722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/254597643530745722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/11/story-to-tell-part-1.html' title='a story to tell. part 1.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/Svq7OTnr8QI/AAAAAAAAAfs/8Ry2MMgSGPU/s72-c/Rain_paused_on_the_window_by_bloody_bubble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-110328397317152125</id><published>2009-10-21T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:21:06.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/St9C2URuLhI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Ns1fL6u7U9w/s1600-h/This_is_Love_by_eXcer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/St9C2URuLhI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Ns1fL6u7U9w/s320/This_is_Love_by_eXcer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395104379536551442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-110328397317152125?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/110328397317152125/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-love.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/110328397317152125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/110328397317152125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-love.html' title='This is love.'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/St9C2URuLhI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Ns1fL6u7U9w/s72-c/This_is_Love_by_eXcer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155892440734592189.post-1285987135288821211</id><published>2008-08-25T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:00:31.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='void.'/><title type='text'>Past..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/Su1VJj5MUXI/AAAAAAAAAe8/l-3vYIOC-Cw/s1600-h/8ab040800315b60316791218f597a22e.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/Su1VJj5MUXI/AAAAAAAAAe8/l-3vYIOC-Cw/s320/8ab040800315b60316791218f597a22e.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399065151029399922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi doresc mai mult ca orice, in momentul de fata, o discutie intre patru ochi, la o cafea, cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;In care sa imi exprim gandurile si sa vorbim despre nemurirea sufletului.&lt;br /&gt;Probabil au vreo legatura.&lt;br /&gt;Sa iti aprinzi o tigara, sa ma servesti, sa te refuz usor cu un 'Nu fumez.' .&lt;br /&gt;Si sa ajungem sa vorbim despre ignoranta ta. Despre tine.&lt;br /&gt;Sa imi relatezi cu cele mai mici detalii, viata ta.&lt;br /&gt;Dorinta mea, in momentul de fata e sa fiu 'autorul' tau.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa fi sursa mea de inspiratie.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa iti citesc gandurile prin privire. Prin ochii tai negrii...&lt;br /&gt;Imi doresc sa te aud doar pe tine. Sa fie liniste si sa fim doar noi.&lt;br /&gt;Si cafeaua.&lt;br /&gt;Sa inghitim amaraciunea ei in sec.&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu se termine niciodata, ca momentul acela sa fie etern...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sa inchidem ochii.&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma agat de mana ta si sa nu iti mai dau drumul.&lt;br /&gt;Sa visam impreuna. Sa avem acelasi vis.&lt;br /&gt;Noi doi. Impreuna. Intradevar un vis...&lt;br /&gt;Ca intr-un final sa te sarut. Sa te simt.&lt;br /&gt;Sa iti mangai parul si sa zambesc. Sa zambim, amandoi.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi sa ne intoarcem la cafeaua noastra si sa ne privim adanc in ochi.&lt;br /&gt;Sa iti spun cat tin la tine, iar tu sa taci.&lt;br /&gt;Sa iti apleci privirea si sa te prefaci ca nu ai auzit.&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma trezesc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155892440734592189-1285987135288821211?l=i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/feeds/1285987135288821211/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2008/08/la-o-cafea-noi-doi.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/1285987135288821211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155892440734592189/posts/default/1285987135288821211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-promise-i-will-be.blogspot.com/2008/08/la-o-cafea-noi-doi.html' title='Past..'/><author><name>andra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13197913839767665162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/TCJy5HIPz0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5knii630BU4/S220/Froggy_by_stardixa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gb_kOJrWlPo/Su1VJj5MUXI/AAAAAAAAAe8/l-3vYIOC-Cw/s72-c/8ab040800315b60316791218f597a22e.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
