<?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-3469469665691060417</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:22:30.480+02:00</updated><category term='Virgos...te ador'/><category term='Autumn shade'/><category term='November'/><category term='Special Needs'/><title type='text'>Glimpse of Me....</title><subtitle type='html'>"Se spune ca timpul vindeca. Mai corect ar fi insa..timpul repeta. E un exercitiu de repetare. Repeti unul si acelasi lucru, pana cand, in cele din urma uiti cum a fost la inceput. 
De aceea nu a avut voie Orfeu sa priveasca in urma. Vazand-o iarasi, a supus-o repetarii si astfel a suprimat-o"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-6666410643831346459</id><published>2010-06-13T02:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T02:28:27.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anglia vs USA</title><content type='html'>Desi nu sunt o mare fana a fotbalului, astazi am decis sa break the habit si sa ma duc sa vad marele meci al saptamanii..Anglia vs Sua....&lt;br /&gt;Ciudat...2 tari care sunt mereu in competitie si legate pentru totdeauna prin radacini istorice...intr-un fel e ca si cum ai vedea stramosii si urmasii pusi unii langa ceilalti, luptandu-se mereu pentru a obtine acelasi gol : putere si renume.&lt;br /&gt;De-asemenea, astazi am luat decizia sa suport echipa americana , numai pentru a sfida ideea de Anglia, tara mea adoptiva de aproape 2 ani. De ce? Pentru ca ...nu e acasa..&lt;br /&gt;Lasand jalea si dorul la o parte, meciul a fost distractiv : 3 lions on our T shirt vs god bless the constitution, god bless america.&lt;br /&gt;Strategia Angliei : putin cam...trista...cel putin asta e parerea mea. Au inscris un gol repede, im mai putin de 10 minute, dupa care au adoptat un aer mai lejer, subestimand jucatorii Statelor unite. Gerrard, you did a great job scoring a goal...but it just wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;Jocul americanilor a fost....mai bun decat al englezilor in orice caz... &lt;br /&gt;Portarul...el a fost vedeta jocului...save those americans' asses...&lt;br /&gt;Good game..sper ca Anglia sa joace impotriva Brazilei sau Germaniei...would be fun :)&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-6666410643831346459?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/6666410643831346459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=6666410643831346459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/6666410643831346459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/6666410643831346459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2010/06/anglia-vs-usa.html' title='Anglia vs USA'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-7559167269009948619</id><published>2010-06-12T14:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:43:24.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3 lions on our shirts :)</title><content type='html'>England...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yV2AtpPris0"&gt;this is England :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-7559167269009948619?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/7559167269009948619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=7559167269009948619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/7559167269009948619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/7559167269009948619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-lions-on-our-shirts_12.html' title='3 lions on our shirts :)'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-2919223174336748185</id><published>2010-06-12T14:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:42:36.422+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3 lions on our shirts :)</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yV2AtpPris0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-2919223174336748185?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/2919223174336748185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=2919223174336748185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/2919223174336748185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/2919223174336748185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-lions-on-our-shirts.html' title='3 lions on our shirts :)'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-2565107927832696633</id><published>2010-05-12T01:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T01:11:29.345+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si mai sunt desigur lucrurile pe care nu ti le-am zis....dar pe care am incercat sa te fac sa le simti printr-o singura atingere...&lt;br /&gt;Bratul tau ma cuprindea din nou in timp ce mana mea lenesa ateriza pe umarul tau...te puteam simti cum respiri, si mai ales cum iti batea inima...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt lucrurile pe care nu le-am putut aprecia la timp, si pe care sa le regret...&lt;br /&gt;Lenesa mea dreapta se inalta ca sa iti ajunga in par...asta pentru ca nu m-am jucat niciodata in parul tau...&lt;br /&gt;Ochii mei iti cautau privirea, pentrru ca imi era mult prea dorde ochii tai negrii....&lt;br /&gt;Si acum.....acum inima mea te cauta din nou :)...mereu prea departe, dar in acelasi timp atat de aproape&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-2565107927832696633?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/2565107927832696633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=2565107927832696633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/2565107927832696633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/2565107927832696633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-mai-sunt-desigur-lucrurile-pe-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-5089092784464080302</id><published>2010-02-09T09:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:25:23.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alarma suna....ora 7:59 AM..&lt;br /&gt;O mana rasare de sub plapuma si incearca sa ajunga la telefonul de pe noptiera...in final reuseste sa opreasca alarma ,si mana se retrage incet catre acel loc cald de unde a venit...&lt;br /&gt;" Mi-e lene..de fapt, sunt prea obosita sa mai incep o noua zi".....&lt;br /&gt;Perdeaua, in continuare trasa, ascundea cerul mohorat al acestei noua zi de iarna...macar a incetat sa ninga...&lt;br /&gt;Ea reuseste sa adune un pic de energie si sa se ridice din pat..buimaca se uita in jur...tigarile erau pe noptiera lui alaturi de un bilet care ii purta semnatura...Nici nu se grabeste sa il mai deschida..stia pe de rost mesajul tiparit pe acea foaie : " Sper sa te trezesti la timp si sa incepi glorios inca o noua zi din viata ta...al tau mereu, Z"....zambeste inocent la gandul acestui inceput glorios al unei zile de marti...&lt;br /&gt;Facultate? intr-o ora..insa inca nu stie daca vrea sa se duca...poate o sa lipseasca de la prima ora si o sa se duca de la 11 pentru seminarul ei preferat...insa in loc sa se schimbe, decide sa se arunce din nou in pat...&lt;br /&gt;" Imi place viata mea...nu e prea goala, nu e prea plina insa e mereu plina de evenimente. As vrea ca unele aspecte sa nu se schimbe deloc, si altele sa se schimbe complet."&lt;br /&gt;Plapuma era asa de calda...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-5089092784464080302?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/5089092784464080302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=5089092784464080302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/5089092784464080302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/5089092784464080302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2010/02/alarma-suna.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-1990179963105787703</id><published>2009-12-22T02:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:49:17.012+01:00</updated><title type='text'>maxim :)</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca ai fost, esti si in continuare vei fi Maxim pentru mine, iti mai dedic inca o postare. Will all my love, from abroad...&lt;br /&gt;Si nu ma pot abtine sa imi aduc aminte cum ma furisam de revelion sa te vad...o alee intunecata, imbratisarea ta, si saruturile..glumele si zambetele inocente..ai fost si vei fi mereu cineva special in viata mea, indiferent de circumstante, cum esti persoana de care imi aduc aminte cu cel mai mare drag..&lt;br /&gt;Stii, azi mergeam, intr-o zapada infernala, atipica tarii in care sunt rezidenta, si nu m0-am putut abtine sa imi aduc aminte de mica noastra escapada...in prima zi a acelui an&lt;br /&gt;Strazile inzapezite ale orasului unde locuiesc nu au putut sa nu imi aduca aminte de drumul in masina spre munte, bara la bara, sau cum ne-am dat " cu saniutza" pe partia din azuga cu Sandu si prietena lui...sunt momente pe care o adolescenta fascinata nu poate sa le uite....&lt;br /&gt;cabana unde am baut vin fiert, cum te plangeai de sale sau cum ma tineai de mana...&lt;br /&gt;sper ca esti bine si ca iti mai aduci aminte de mine din cand in cand asa cum imi aduc si eu aminte de tine...&lt;br /&gt;all my best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-1990179963105787703?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/1990179963105787703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=1990179963105787703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/1990179963105787703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/1990179963105787703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/12/maxim.html' title='maxim :)'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-1971045345765835053</id><published>2009-10-17T08:31:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:38:13.127+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Buna Dimineata</title><content type='html'>Si uite asa, tu ai fost cel care mi-a dat drumul....desi mie mi se pare prea greu sa renunt acum&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate, esti esential in viata mea. Nu imi pasa de ce zic ceilalti, mie imi place in continuare sa te visez.&lt;br /&gt;Vezi tu, nu era doar varsta ta care sa ma atraga...erai si inca esti tu....tot pachetul...aspectul, vorbele, discutiile, alinturile, fuga si uitarea :)&lt;br /&gt;Chiar m-ai inteles, mi-ai dat aripi in timp ce eu ti le taiam pe ale tale, eu cautam sa fug si tu cautai solutii...si, daca stau bine sa ma gandesc....chiar existau insa eu eram prea oarba sa le vad,si acum din pacate este prea tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;Insa tot ce stiu este ca mereu vei fi o parte din mine, si mereu vei aduce in zambet pe buzele mele. Nu vreau sa dau un nume, B., insa sper ca intr-o zi, ochii tai sa vor asterne pe aceasta pagina, si iti vei aduce aminte de mine, zambind, ca un copil visator ce am fost....si sa iti aduci aminte ca pentru o vreme, am fost copila ta :)&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce vroiam sa iti zic este ..Buna Dimineata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-1971045345765835053?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/1971045345765835053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=1971045345765835053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/1971045345765835053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/1971045345765835053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/10/buna-dimineata.html' title='Buna Dimineata'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-1931568887618105397</id><published>2009-07-14T20:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:14:05.441+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Atac la persoana.</title><content type='html'>Si se intampla ca eu sa fi spus "I do"...I do want to love you for the rest of my live and I do want to live like this. Oricum, situatia este aceiasi de poate prea mult timp.&lt;br /&gt;Insa, frica este ucigasul mintii si din pacate este si a mea. Frica de a nu ma ridica la inaltimea viselor tale pe care le ai despre mine, despre succesul meu si despre potentialul meu. Dintre toti esti singurul care mi-a dat forta necesara de a merge mai departe intr-o societate unde domneste ipocrizia intelectuala. Nu esti nici cel mai destept, si nici cel mai bogat...esti la fel ca mine...talent ascuns in prea multa insecuritate.&lt;br /&gt;Si am zis " da"..nu am ce sa pierd...deja nu imi mai pasa de prejudecatile oamenilor care m-au cunoscut odata si acum pleaca capul cand ma vad si se fac ca nu ma cunosc. In definitiv, ma intreb cati dintre ei se ridica la inaltimea mea, sau a ta si pot zice ca au realizat cate am realizat noi, ca persoane fizice, dar si ca "aceiasi persoana"&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca vorbeste vanitatea din mine, dar cand vine vorba despre rasism, nu cred ca am intalnit deloc forma pe care o dezvolt eu...rasismul intelectual.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt judecata adesea pentru culoarea pielii tale si multe critici mi-au fost adresate. Dar, la ce sa te astepti de la niste oameni care nu au iesit niciodata din granitele tarii in care traiesc, sau din propriul lor intuneric intelectual?&lt;br /&gt;Numele meu este Sonia, am aproape 20 de ani si de 6 luni sunt intr-o relatie cu tine, un cetatean britanic. Cireasa de pe tort insa este culoarea pielii tale. Cetatean britanic insa ghanez pana la ultima picatura de sange care iti curge prin vene( stii cumva unde este Ghana?eu da). Esti negru...vad ca lor le pasa mai mult decat imi pasa mie. In definitiv, nu suntem cu toti oameni? De ce trebuie sa fie tu mai prejos decat toti cei care ti-au adus injurii si prejudicii?..Doar pentru ca poporul tau a fost popor de sclavi? Ei nu vad, ca in esenta, comportamentul si vorbele lor demonstreaza ca de fapt ei sunt sclavii unei societati sub- dezvoltate? Si, mai presus de toate ei sunt vinovati pentru situatia in care se gasesc, dar prefera sa dea vina pe alte persoane...&lt;br /&gt;Au varsta pe care o au, dar nu au realizat nimic durabil...durabil ca simbol.&lt;br /&gt;Da ,va judec in aceiasi masura in care si voi ma judecati pe mine....oameni simpli, fara ambitii si fara o viata adevarata, prinsi in muncile de jos, mizere, blamand intelectualii pentru societatea inchisa pe care au creat-o. Dar nu se gandesc ca ei sunt cei care au abandonat orice sansa de a ajunge mai sus decat sunt acum. Trebuie sa fie mereu vina noastra, a celor care au avut sansa de a se descurca, prin propriile noastre forte si preocupari.&lt;br /&gt;Cei ca noi scumpule, suntem considerati a fi plictisitori, nu stim sa ne traim viata si ocupatiile precum cititul sau incercarile noastre de a ne dezvolta cultura sunt pur si simplu anoste.&lt;br /&gt;Lasa, avem nevoie si de oameni ca ei....cineva trebuie sa faca si muncile de jos, nu-i asa?&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie, mon pot....mereu nedreapta si stratificata social...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-1931568887618105397?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/1931568887618105397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=1931568887618105397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/1931568887618105397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/1931568887618105397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/07/atac-la-persoana.html' title='Atac la persoana.'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-2543019625582338088</id><published>2009-05-09T01:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:55:18.627+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dieu, je T-ai tue</title><content type='html'>Sunt unele momente in care se intampla sa iti pierzi credinta....eu mi-am pierdut-o. Vad monocrom, fara nici un strop de culoare.Suntele trec pe langa mine, insa eu nu le mai aud. Viata trece asa de repede pe langa noi incat nici nu ne mai dam seama. comitem greseli peste greseli, care intr-un final ne aduc la un pas de prapastie.&lt;br /&gt;eu....am cazut deja. Mi-am pierdut cheful de a mai trai, de a mai pastra legatura cu unii oameni..de fapt cu toti. Traiesc....abl negru. &lt;br /&gt;Fericire? exista asa ceva? NU! nu mai exista. Nici macar ideea de utopie. exista sentimentul de multumire, de satisfactie, dar nu fericire.&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea? cea mai mare iluzie a umanitatii. Nu mai exista nimic care sa coordoneze un univers odata aprins. Je t'amais jadis...mais jadis. Maintenant, je te deteste....esti un nimeni pentru mine, un nimeni si un nimic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-2543019625582338088?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/2543019625582338088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=2543019625582338088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/2543019625582338088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/2543019625582338088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/05/dieu-je-t-ai-tue.html' title='Dieu, je T-ai tue'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-1880828133829151433</id><published>2009-04-02T22:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:22:54.829+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>Poate nu am mai scris de mult...nu am simtit sentimentele curgandu-mi prin vene. nu am simtit focul necesar pentru a mai asterne pe hartie..&lt;br /&gt;am ajuns acasa, am stat cu cea mai buna prietena a mea, si un parfum ma rascoleste...vine de la asternuturi. poate suna banal,dar mie imi trezeste amintiri mai mult decat uitate...un nume, un sentiment, o traire si o serie de evenimente care s-au tinut lant.&lt;br /&gt;o vara de care poate imi este dor, sau este prea plina de dezamagiri....insa tot ce stiu ca acel miros ma face sa ma gandesc la partile bune, la minciunile pe care i le ziceam lui mama ca sa scap si sa fiu cu el...chipul imi este vag dar numele in rasuna clar in minte...nu numele, mai bine zis porecla...4 litere, care reprezinta ceva maretz, pentru un om prea marunt...&lt;br /&gt;insa tot ce stiu e ca desi a durut...macar a fost bine pentru o perioada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-1880828133829151433?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/1880828133829151433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=1880828133829151433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/1880828133829151433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/1880828133829151433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/04/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-8222879973116395399</id><published>2009-03-04T03:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T04:07:27.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/Sa3wYyltl4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/fiodXEy6lsk/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/Sa3wYyltl4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/fiodXEy6lsk/s200/Image021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309163844427159426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daca stau sa ma gandesc bine viata mea s-a schimbat radical din vara. am avut prieteni care au disparut odata cu dara lasata deasupra Bucurestiului dupa ce avionul meu a decolat cu destinatia London Heathtrow. Putini au stiut sa imi ramana fideli, cum si eu am stiut sa raman fidela lor. Insa viata este plina de surprize, de suisuri si de coborasuri.&lt;br /&gt;Viata de student intr-o tara straina este destul de grea...mereu trebuie sa se iveasca cate o situatie in care sa nu stii ce sa faci si sa vrei sa fii acasa. La inceput, cand puneam capul pe perna, ma gandeam " Doamne ce bine ar fi ca sa vina mama maine dimieata si sa tipe la mine ca nu am facut nu stiu ce"&lt;br /&gt;Insa acum nu ma mai plang. In anumite situatii, viata este chiar frumoasa aici, si nu as schimba-o pentru nimic in lume.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca majoritatea postarilor mele au un singur centru, dar nu ma pot abtine, mai ales pentru ca acest centru a devenit focarul fericirii mele.&lt;br /&gt;2 studenti, 2 vieti diferite, 2 culori diferite...alb si negru, dar atatea pasiuni in comun. De-abia am terminat sa ma uit la cel mai nou episod din Smallville, care este serialul nostru preferat... :) cand avem timp luam tot serialul de la inceput.&lt;br /&gt;Si ironia sortii..niciodata nu am fi crezut ca am ajunge unde suntem acum. Azi, inainte sa plece (dupa 4 nopti si 5 zile petrecute impreuna) ne-am uitat la " The holiday"....Cameron Diaz, dupa ce il saruta pe Jude Law, isi da seama ca niciodata nu a mai sarutat pe cineva pe care nu stia...si il intreaba  C.D : Have you ever kissed a stranger before? J.L : I do it on a regular basis :). Atunci mi-am dat seama ca prima oara cand ne-am sarutat, chiar eram straini...de-abia ne cunoscusem, si desi mai lucrasem o singura data impreuna (dupa numeroase ture de-ale mele in The White House Luton), era prima oara cand ieseam ca 2 cunostiinte, care aveau sa se lege unul de celalalt in felul in care am facut...&lt;br /&gt;au trecut 2 luni de atunci, 2 luni care par ca niste ani, pentru ca am descoperit rutina, increderea si dragostea impreuna. ceva complet nou dat fiind ca ne-am miscat prea repede...din 2 luni, o luna jumate am petrecut-o impreuna 24/7, descoperindu-ne, aprofundand ce avem acum&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa vin noaptea tarziu de la munca si sa il gasesc dormind, sa il trezesc cu un sarut pe obraz si sa ii zic ce am facut in seara respectiva...imi place sa am pauza de 30 de minute si sa ma repede acasa numai sa il sarut pe frunte si sa mai fumam o tigara...&lt;br /&gt;ducem acea viata de studenti, liberi, indragostiti, mereu faliti, dar mereu impreuna...am descoperit in el atat un iubit cat si un prieteb care sa stie sa ma asculte atunci cand am nevoie de sprijin. parfumul lui ma urmareste si dragostea lui imi da incredere in mine. si imi place ca ma apreciaza pentru ceea ce sunt eu cu adevarat si nu ma judeca cand sunt rea cu cei din jurul meu.&lt;br /&gt;tot ce ne trebuie este o camera dintrun camin de studenti, junk food...si avem nevoie unul de celalalt...poate sunt prea obijnuita sa il am aici mereu, dar deja mi-a intrat pe sub piele. cerul este mai senin si zambetul mai larg stiind ca in curand o sa il vad...la fel ca si motivatia....&lt;br /&gt;mi-e greu sa adorm acum stiind ca nu este aici fizic sa ma tina in brate...si stiu ca acum doarme bustean sau isi invata pentru examenul de maine....dar stiu la fel de bine ca de fiecare data cand iese pe usa, se va intoarce la mine....&lt;br /&gt;asta e viata de student....o slujba infecta de barmanita, o cutie de chibrit pe post de camera, si 2 brate care sa te stranga tare in zilele ploioase si reci...&lt;br /&gt;poate visez prea mult cu ochii deschisi, sau poate deja am picat prada somnului de fabulez atata, dar gandul meu acum se indreapta asupra lui, sperand ca ii va fi bine pana data viitoare cand ne vom vedea, adica duminica la ora 3-4 dimineata :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-8222879973116395399?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/8222879973116395399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=8222879973116395399' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/8222879973116395399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/8222879973116395399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/03/uni-life.html' title='Uni life'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/Sa3wYyltl4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/fiodXEy6lsk/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-2467033690784055369</id><published>2009-02-28T11:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:00:37.134+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa lu Peste (in cazul asta Ilana)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://oglinzi-paralele.blogspot.com"&gt;Ilana&lt;/a&gt;, te urmaresc insa eu nu mai tin minte asa de bine datile la care am primit cele mai tari saruturi, asa ca mai bine  numesc cele 10 persoane care m-au sarutat in feluri in care nu pot uita, si le voi clasifica intr-un fel daca a fost bine sau rau&lt;br /&gt;1) Iulian Milea ( haha daca razi te omor)....primul sarut am dat dinti in dinti, deci de cacat =)) ( nu imi aduc aminte ca saruturile care au urmat cu el au fost better)&lt;br /&gt;2) Victor...primul meu prieten din clasa a 9-a....nu prea m-a pasionat felul in care sarura si stii ca mie imi place sa sarut&lt;br /&gt;3) Mircea...un ani de saruturi care sa ma ameteasca...mai ales ultimul sarut, cand i-am zis sa ma sarute ca si cum a fost ultima oara, si chiar atunci a fost ultima oara :)))&lt;br /&gt;4) Horia aka Horica =)) Horia Matei...not my kind of type of kiss...prea isi tinea gura inchisa si parca incerca sa penetreze cu limba =)) (gandea cu capul limbii=)))&lt;br /&gt;5) Daria, copila saruta demential si are o limba asa de moale =)&lt;br /&gt;6) Simona ( nu mi-e jena, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-K1y4xoyJg"&gt;I kissed a girl and I liked it&lt;/a&gt;) saruta super marfa:P&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://cladit-pe-cenusa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monkey &lt;/a&gt;, sarutul inocent de copil&lt;br /&gt;8) Mahay...sarutul dragostei vietii mele pe atunci...&lt;br /&gt;9) Scott in Liquid :)) pntru simplu motiv al dansului lui de JT combinat cu atingeri patimase si un sarut wow&lt;br /&gt;10 ) Theo, un coleg grec de la munca cu care mai flirtez la munca ( Zach stie asa ca nu ma ucide ca stie ca e inocent)...eram in Glass wash si ma pregateam sa scot niste pahare si el spala barul, si iam zis kiss me baby si mi-a bagat limba pe gat=))&lt;br /&gt;11) ultimate best kiss....la asta tin minte data ..de fapt este un interval 5 ianuarie pana acum...Zach...buze carnoase si pasiune....za beeeest :X... :P&lt;br /&gt;asa ca no comment:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-2467033690784055369?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/2467033690784055369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=2467033690784055369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/2467033690784055369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/2467033690784055369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/02/leapsa-lu-peste-in-cazul-asta-ilana.html' title='Leapsa lu Peste (in cazul asta Ilana)'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-641106401632080206</id><published>2009-02-26T08:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:00:50.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fara sa fiu surprinsa ma trezesc intr-o camera goala, neatinsa de parfumul lui. imi intorc privirea catre perete si oftez adanc. in cap imi rasuna propriile cuvinte "it would be better if for a while we focused upon our studies"...masca perfecta poate pentru inceputul sfarsitului sau sfarsitul unei etape din viata noastra...&lt;br /&gt;dupa 10 ore de somn inca mai simt nevoia sa imi pun capul pe perna si sa dorm...parca asa infrunt mai usor ceva ce nu vreau sa recunosc. Sa vreau sa imi las capul pe perna si sa nu ma mai trezesc pentru o saptamana...Insa parca si de somn mi-e teama pentru ca reflecta starea mea de acum, deci vise ciudate imi trec prin minte.&lt;br /&gt;insa cred ca e mai bine sa mai dorm un pic....desi am dormit prea mult inca ma simt obosita, ma simt infranta de propriile mele ganduri, si vremea de afara nu e nici ea favorabila pentru o zi in care sa pun un zambet pe fata...&lt;br /&gt;am plecat...catre perna si plapuma...mai incolo chiar ca ma apuc de tema&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-641106401632080206?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/641106401632080206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=641106401632080206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/641106401632080206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/641106401632080206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/02/fara-sa-fiu-surprinsa-ma-trezesc-intr-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-2704868278336847448</id><published>2009-02-25T21:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:54:39.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>usa se tranteste in urma ta...stiu ca nu o sa te mai vad o vreme, dar in definitiv este decizia mea.o sa imi fie dor, o sa imi fie greu, dar trebuie sa imi demonstrez ca pot trai fara tine, macar o anume perioada de timp.iti aud pasii cum se indeparteaza de usa mea catre iesirea din apartament, aud cum cobori scarile, si in final tragi usa de la iesirea principala dupa tine. tu nu stii ce o sa urmeze, tu nu stii ca o sa te evit si o sa gasesc orice scuza sa nu te vad in afara orelor de munca.&lt;br /&gt;Incepe introspectia si tehnica oglinzilor paralele. Readuc totul la momentul in care curiozitatea a inceput sa se nasca, si am inceput sa devenim noi doi. am atatea intrebari pentru care tu ai dat un raspuns promp si definitiv....destinul.&lt;br /&gt;si daca m-as fi dus acasa de craciun, si daca nu as fi inceput sa lucrez cu tine, si daca nu as fi iesit la ziua ei sa te vad acolo si sa te iau in brate....si daca nu am fi iesit cu totii impreuna....si daca...marca ipotezelor..insa tu mi-ai zambit si mi-ai zis clar...e mana destinului asa ca nu ai de ce sa te mai intrebi atata...&lt;br /&gt;daca nu s-ar fi intamplat asta, nu as fi avut curajul sa fiu cine sunt eu cu adevarat, nu as fi avut curajul sa recunosc ca viata e prea scurta si ca merita traita, nu as fi avut curajul sa recunosc ca am nevoie de cineva care sa fie alaturi de mine in permanenta, cand am nevoie...&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata a fost obositoare...somnul chinuit de decizia pe care aveam sa o formulez...aceasta saptamana sau ce a mai ramas din ea , o sa ne dedicam studiilor noastre...tu nu stii ca de fapt am vrut sa zic ca nu vreau sa te vad in afara orelor de munca.&lt;br /&gt;totusi camera mea iti poarta amprenta...prosopul pe spatele scaunului meu, periuta ta langa a mea...cravata langa camasa mea, inelul si lantul tau la gatul meu...&lt;br /&gt;e mai bine asa...mai bine pe dracu..ma doare :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-2704868278336847448?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/2704868278336847448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=2704868278336847448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/2704868278336847448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/2704868278336847448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/02/usa-se-tranteste-in-urma-ta.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-916229649316748813</id><published>2009-02-25T16:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:21:54.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sa te fut &lt;a href="http://oglinzi-paralele.blogspot.com"&gt;Sage&lt;/a&gt; ca sa o zic pe romaneste&lt;a href="http://oglinzi-paralele.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SUNT:  cine vreau eu sa fiu asa ca obisnuieste-te cu idea ca nu ma poti schimba&lt;br /&gt;2. AȘ VREA: as vrea…..as vrea prea multe dar in mare parte ma gandesc ca el este centrul dorintelor si pasiunilor mele&lt;br /&gt;3. PĂSTREZ:  pachete de tigari cumparate la negru, am déjà unu din Polonia, unul din Lituania&lt;br /&gt;4. MI-AȘ DORI: sa gasesc un job mai bine platit&lt;br /&gt;5. NU ÎMI PLACE: cand cineva care nu e la acelasi nivel social sau cultural cu mine ma critica si imi zice cum sa imi traiesc viata&lt;br /&gt;6. MĂ TEM DE: nu este “de” este “sa”…ma tem sa il pierd &lt;br /&gt;7. AUD: voci in fiecare seara inainte sa adorm. Dar asta e pentru ca stiu ca vorbeste in somn si nu ca am innebunit de cand am plecat din tara&lt;br /&gt;8. ÎMI PARE RAU: nu stiu daca imi pare rau&lt;br /&gt;9. ÎMI PLACE: de ce sa mint? sexul&lt;br /&gt;10. NU SUNT: lasa….cred&lt;br /&gt;11. CÂNT: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;12. NICIODATĂ: nu as fi crezut ca mistoul pe care il aplicam mamei va deveni realitate&lt;br /&gt;13. RAR: mananc mai nou&lt;br /&gt;14. PLÂNG: de fiecare data cand cineva la care tin are probleme sau trece printr-o perioada greas&lt;br /&gt;15. NU SUNT:  iarasi nu sunt…..&lt;br /&gt;16. NU ÎMI PLACE DE MINE : in general&lt;br /&gt;17. SUNT CONFUZĂ: dimineatza cand ma trezesc si simt ceva tare in spatele meu (peretele desigur;)))&lt;br /&gt;18. AM NEVOIE:iarasi nu mi-e jena sa recunosc…de sex draga, de sex&lt;br /&gt;19. AR TREBUI:  sa mai tai din dependenta&lt;br /&gt;20. AȘ PUTEA: as putea sa ma apuc de tema, dar cred ca ma duc la somn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-916229649316748813?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/916229649316748813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=916229649316748813' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/916229649316748813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/916229649316748813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/02/sa-te-fut-sage-ca-sa-o-zic-pe-romaneste.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-2190594099581808174</id><published>2009-02-18T23:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:00:55.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>citam pe andu " it's like instead of kissing you, i started snowing" cool snow flakes coming down my face. i look around me, everything is white...bit still there is no sign of you. the snow is fresh, is pure, but not like "this love". I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;it's like instead of huggin you, it started rainiing. cold raindrops coming down my face. I take a peak around me. The grass is so green and the air is so fresh, just like "this love". But I don't want to wake up this time.&lt;br /&gt;it's like instead if caressing your face, you wrapped your arms around me. I look arounf me...I can't see anything. I just feel the warmth and comfort. I finally rest my head down your chest and feel free to go back to sleep. not even the english summer rain or the rainbow's light compares to this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;it's like instead of sayin "I love you" i could say...xdasasfasdfsadvs. I never said that, but it's never too late. either way, in my eyes and heart they would mean the same thing. and never say never, because never might staer now and never end :)&lt;br /&gt;It's like instead going to sleep, i stayed awake and watch you sleep. either way I do this....when the dawn comes i awake from my slumber and feed my hunger of watching you...but i could never clentch this hunger.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how to begin. I'd rather write them down and givem to you so you could read them, because it;s much more easier for me to arrange my thoughts, and i wouldn't be so intimidated by your presence. But I am not going to make them public, because it's not the public's concearn to know what i have to say....just wait for the second part :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-2190594099581808174?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/2190594099581808174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=2190594099581808174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/2190594099581808174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/2190594099581808174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/02/citam-pe-andu-its-like-instead-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-6562754768066142127</id><published>2009-02-17T00:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:47:58.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/SZn3jPgOG5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/BlClAwcYo3A/s1600-h/n676170295_4356263_7067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/SZn3jPgOG5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/BlClAwcYo3A/s320/n676170295_4356263_7067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303542221034625938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piercing eyes and a smile so warm.a hand that always holds mine when I am in need. a voice that softly whispers to me "good morning" and makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;how can I put togather some words and describe a person without being subjective? once you put on love's glasses, everything starts to have a different meaning. everything that is bad seems to go away, the light and positiviness taking the right place in my life.&lt;br /&gt;then you start seeing life in a different light. you seem to see what you have never seen, feel what you have never felt and cry like you have never cried.&lt;br /&gt;that's when you know for sure what has been happening to you. your heart pounds quicker and your breath goes mental. you feel him so close to you even though he is in the other corner of the building, hoping that somewhere in the middle , your paths will come togather...and they do eventually, and they get lost in a smile and in a touch of the hand. then you go back in the same revery, hoping to go back to that middle point.&lt;br /&gt;But there are those other things that take place behind the walls of that prison. the embrace, the touch and the eternal kiss. they all come togather in desire, which burns...&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how many things i can see in his eyes. maybe because this time for sure i can say that I love him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-6562754768066142127?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/6562754768066142127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=6562754768066142127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/6562754768066142127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/6562754768066142127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/02/piercing-eyes-and-smile-so-warm.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/SZn3jPgOG5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/BlClAwcYo3A/s72-c/n676170295_4356263_7067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-3697666592845856405</id><published>2009-02-16T01:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:41:28.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder how long it took me to write this down. I had to look through my friends' pictures...some new and some old, I had to shed tears of anxiety because I miss some of them, and because, right now, I don't feel like I have a proper place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid to leave this city, but I am even more afraid to leave this world. at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;I am  putting my guns down and rest my head on the pillow. I run away and hide in myself for as long as possible. I need to have people around me, but I want to be alone. I smile with tears in my eyes, and I hate because I love so much&lt;br /&gt;But since when do I have to hate because I love? because I have the feeling that I am causing him trouble, and the last thing I want is for him to be in trouble. I just close my eyes and cry again.&lt;br /&gt;DOn't ask me why...I just feel this pain that I have to cry out...pain or join, I lost the sense of feelings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-3697666592845856405?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/3697666592845856405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=3697666592845856405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/3697666592845856405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/3697666592845856405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wonder-how-long-it-took-me-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-6828355716427948468</id><published>2009-02-11T03:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:40:39.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem for a Dream</title><content type='html'>she walks in her flat door, slowly walking to her room. she felt tired, and needed to go to sleep. she unlocked the door of her room, took the postman bag off, and then the coat. she was all dressed in black, because that was her uniform...but black is her favourite colour :)...she slwowly starts undressing, puts a towel on, and heads to the shower...she is missing  him and deep down inside she hopes that by the time she gets out of there, he will be there, waiting for her with his loving arms widley opened. &lt;br /&gt;she lets the water fall down...so hot...she wets her hair and her tired body thinking of the cold nights when he was there for her. she is afraid that this little dream will fall apart and that they will succed in separating them. she leans on the shower's wall letting the hot water falling down on her body. it was this echo that she couldn't shake off :"do you see me where I am standing?where am I? I am here and I will always be. you are my strenght"&lt;br /&gt;She is his kiddo, she is his star...she is so many things to him...She is Carrie from Sex and the City when she writes about them, she is Samantha Jones in bed, Miranda Hobbes when she feels like being mean, and Charlotte York when she cries.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, she cries a lot...she cries when he is in pain, she cries just at the thought that something might happen to him,she cries because she loves.&lt;br /&gt;they created this little universe of theirs in that little room of hers...a refuge from the world, and she loved going back to that room just because it had his fingerprints all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;She snaps from her dream, and turns off the water...slowly puts her towel back on, and all drenched in water walks to a room that she knows that is going to be empty...she sits on her bed,missing him there, missing the man that haunts her dreams, the man for whom she changed her way of being....she just wishes he was there, standing on her side, with his arm around her so she could play with her fingertips on his delicious chocolate skin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-6828355716427948468?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/6828355716427948468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=6828355716427948468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/6828355716427948468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/6828355716427948468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/02/requiem-for-dream.html' title='Requiem for a Dream'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-1409944199665869791</id><published>2009-02-03T00:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:15:05.827+01:00</updated><title type='text'>desire</title><content type='html'>Today it snowed...it was so beautiful...just like the first day i saw the white cover on this foreign, still virgin lands for me. it brought back nice memories, souvenirs that i keep close to my heart just like his ring on my necklace. one month has already passed, one month in which I've learnt to submitt my will to one man, but not by denying my desires...just completing them with what we share.&lt;br /&gt;He calls it destiny...destiny crossed our path in that cold, snowy january night. I longed for him, I lusted him...I wanted him...and I had him....and I thought that everything will crumble once the pendulum will strike 12 o'clock in the night and the magic of that winter day will dissapear....but it went on, and on, to this present day.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt to trust myself and trust him. hard to believe for someone who has been through what I've been. I learnt to be warm again, to smile, to give without asking in return. I've learnt how to live again, in a distinct way of what i was used to.&lt;br /&gt;My ego disappeared. The need of independence as well. All i know is that I am being tied down by his kisses and embrace, my ice cold skin turns burning when I feel that he is close to me. and he is...every day, every minute,every second...he is a part of me already, a part of my way of thinking, a part of my way of leaving...the solitary me has been dissolved, " us" took its' place.&lt;br /&gt;My pride? vanished under one gaze of his&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky..I really am...he makes me want to be better, because in a way I feel that i don't deserve someone like him, a kind soul that really cares about me. he makes me want to be better, for myself and this whole world. here I am, in this cold room, in this cold night, waiting patiently for his return. he is all I need right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-1409944199665869791?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/1409944199665869791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=1409944199665869791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/1409944199665869791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/1409944199665869791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/02/desire.html' title='desire'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-3624251801715806660</id><published>2009-01-29T08:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:26:55.357+01:00</updated><title type='text'>anxiety</title><content type='html'>Anxiety- define it and release  me from it. Time has never been my ally, but now it seems to suffocate me even more…it’s been 7 days since we have been apart, yet this  hour made me feel zillion of kilometers away from you. If I have waited patiently one week for you, now my heart is pounding so fast that I can’t control myself….tic tac tic tac…this is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Me in this bed, and you in that plane, coming back home, but not sure if you’re coming back to me.&lt;br /&gt;21:00…you text me saying to wait for you…I jump out of my bed. Practically I am losing my head…I already imagine the moment you text me saying that you are outside, and you’re waiting for me to open the door. This Audrey Hepburn scenario flashes in front of my eyes…me in my black dress, coming down barefoot, my skin glowing of happiness, you …waiting for me downstairs…dropping your bags when you see me, holding me so tight that I lose my breath…&lt;br /&gt;But it crumbles…it all crumbles…&lt;br /&gt;21:15….i text you with my complete selfishness and tell you to come mines. I’m expecting this answer…yes baby, I will be there in 20 minutes…so hold on and wait for me…&lt;br /&gt;21:25… you text me back : I will come soon for sure, cuz I miss you and I want you…but …I have to sort out some bits and pieces…my mind is already sawing the threads of conspiracy. I don’t know what to say, I don’t know what to do. I am left KO in front of a blank page called confusion. Could it be that he is talking about us? Could it be that he will say…yeah, we had a hell of a time, let’s have another go but then go on our separate ways?&lt;br /&gt;And it got me thinking…could it be distance that really sets the pace when you have feelings for someone? Or could it be that when you are taking it  to fast, distance makes it more obvious that it was all a mistake…&lt;br /&gt;Tic tac…tic tac again…I stare at an empty sheet again…my mind is blank, but at the same time I am filled with emotion. I lack resolve…finally I decide to ask the crucial question, that now sounds silly&lt;br /&gt;21: 45…I text you again…is it about us? Is it something bad? No answer up till now.&lt;br /&gt;I have butterflies in my stomach, and Danielle Steel type of images in my mind…the dirty perverted ones biensur. My room feels so empty knowing that you are around, but that you are not here. My bed misses your scent, and my body missed your arms around me when we go to sleep. All I can think now is that I am going to spend another night alone, maybe another to come. In a strange way I feel like I will lose you anytime soon, and this feeling is like a bomb, ready to burst.&lt;br /&gt;I take a deep breath….i try to relax, not to think and not to sound so clingy and desperate. I love you, I wish I could tell you this, but it’s to soon. This is all I can think off, this is all I can feel. And this hour that just has passed me by, made me realize that is to soon to open up myself. In a strange way, even made me want to erase what I feel and think, not to make this even more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Tic tac, tic tac again…I’m waiting for my mind to come back from Mars. There is where it always go when it comes about you ( or I have a spliff). Release me from what I feel. End this torment and tell me that everything is going to be just swell. Forgive my revery and wake me up with a gentle kiss and a warm hug. That’s all I need now. Words can harm us. I don’t want to talk no more. I just want to hold you and be held….as if it was the last time. Turn off the light and turn me on, give me a part of you so I could be whole again. Close your eyes and fall asleep with me, as I fall asleep with you even when you are not around.&lt;br /&gt;Damn these thoughts. They are spamming my mind and make me go mental…ok…I take my remote…mute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fucking end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-3624251801715806660?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/3624251801715806660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=3624251801715806660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/3624251801715806660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/3624251801715806660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/01/anxiety.html' title='anxiety'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-3248477541572795718</id><published>2009-01-25T05:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:52:46.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia part 2</title><content type='html'>overall i can say that today was a good day...but at the end i still feel empty...it's early in the morning and I still can't find my place. came back from work, a really nice day...and now I am free to let my mind fly...but all my thoughts are being directioned to a single destination, far away from my reach. suddenly i feel empty and confused.&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to write down feelings when you have nothing to say, but it's even harder when you're being overwhelmed by feelings.&lt;br /&gt;si many times you have been taken for granted that suddenly you feel afraid to speak up and say what you trully feel..you slip into an abyss of memories that practically doesn't allow you to admit who you trully are, and what you trully feel. you are hiding and trying to deny what's happening to you just because you are afraid. but fear is the mind killer and maybe that's why you can't think rationally. but there is nothing rational when it comes to emotions. you just feel whether is wrong or not.&lt;br /&gt;nut when you have made so many mistakes, you just try to block evrythinf, until that point when a warm flow bursts into you and you no longer can lie. I wonder..what's wrong? lying to yourself, or lying to that other person?&lt;br /&gt;you go back home from a ling day, you just want to sit dowm and recollect your thoughts. you have that long hot shower that you love, trying in a way to find yourself in every drop of water that drops. and it feels so good in a way to feel so much relief on your skin. you just want to lay there for ever, because it seems to be the only way to find yourself again. you just feel that water cleaning you inside and out, you feel less sad but at the same time you feel like bursting into tears..you walk back to that small room, passinf that empty and long corridor, reedemed in a way, but more and more trapped in this web called life. you sit on that empty back, light a cigarette and wish to be somewhere else. you reveal your fears again.&lt;br /&gt;what takes us to admit that we are afraid?, yes, I am afraid... i am afraid that everything will fall into pieces, I am afraid that this dream will end. I am afraid that I will screw it up...&lt;br /&gt;u just sit there listening to that same tune, and playing with that necklace that has a new "pandative"...&lt;br /&gt;i just wish.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-3248477541572795718?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/3248477541572795718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=3248477541572795718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/3248477541572795718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/3248477541572795718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/01/insomnia-part-2.html' title='insomnia part 2'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-6914864713678818919</id><published>2009-01-24T15:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:18:16.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia</title><content type='html'>you toss and turn in your bed..it's nice, and warm, but you still feel like something's missing. you're trying to reach out and feel him, but this time he's not there. you hug the pillow and try to fall asleep. it's strange how this bed that is so small seems so big suddenly. you go to your side of the bed, waiting and waiting for him to come and lay next to you...it's vague, but in a way you still can feel him there...his scent, his presence, his heat next to your skin cold as ice. &lt;br /&gt;tic tac, tic tac...time goes by and he's not there...you know he won't come...at least for a while. you just lay there, head facing the "prison's" cold wall, missing him and hoping that he is well. you embrace this solitude in a cold January nite, keeping yourself warm with the memories that you rewind in your mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-6914864713678818919?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/6914864713678818919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=6914864713678818919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/6914864713678818919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/6914864713678818919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/01/insomnia.html' title='insomnia'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-2812888674309586347</id><published>2009-01-05T18:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:16:03.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffe au lait</title><content type='html'>It's just funny the way things go. disappointement after disappointement and you still find the way to keep your head up.&lt;br /&gt;But there is the point when you have to cross some lines in order to find yourself again.&lt;br /&gt;Goddiva's creations cannot recreate the colour of his skin, and the sweet scent of the "eternity". His height, his weight, his face, his hands going down her white arms....and it was that night to morning when they both discovered that some boundaries have to be crossed.&lt;br /&gt;The skin's colour has no importance....he called it passion, attraction, instinct...and normal act between a woman and a man, an act of intimacy that some times can reach the depth of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;The innocent game began a long time ago, with a dance...she just loves dancing, and he was a good match for her....hands in hands, gentle sexual movements, sweat and desire....that's how you can define the chemistry between them&lt;br /&gt;His slow gentle voice, careless whispers in her year, slow gentle music.&lt;br /&gt;She was nervous...he was her first experience of the kind, but she was too tempted by his skin like chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;The first snow started comin down....under this white scenario, milk came togather with dark mocca coffee....resulting caffe au lait....after hours of teasing, the pressure was too much for both of them so the final call has been made....under the purity of fresh winter snow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-2812888674309586347?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/2812888674309586347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=2812888674309586347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/2812888674309586347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/2812888674309586347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/01/caffe-au-lait.html' title='Caffe au lait'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-1121294902138501978</id><published>2009-01-02T05:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T05:36:27.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Another page has been turned in this book called life. Another day passed me by, but in a new year...and it got me thinking...what does time mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you never feel it passing you by...you just wake up one week later wondering what the hell happened. Maybe you smoked,drank, slept too much. and you never get to sense time's true meaning until you run out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Every second extra that keeps me awake when I am not supposed to, steals more time from the life and present I am supposed to live.&lt;br /&gt;Already almmost 20 years passed me by...20 years..I don't even know how come time passed me by so quickly...and it's strange....because 20 years seem like a really long time when you say it...but when you're living those 20 years, time seems to be altered.&lt;br /&gt;It's just like saying...I'll meet you in an hour..time might go quickly or slowly...and i reached one conclusion&lt;br /&gt;time is a state of mind, depending on your emotions...time passes by so quickly when you are happy and it seems to crawl when you are in pain.&lt;br /&gt;but everything is depending on time. But what will it happend when we'll globally run out of it? can it be that the end of this present time leaves an opening for a new order?&lt;br /&gt;and how would the time be expresses in that new order?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-1121294902138501978?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/1121294902138501978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=1121294902138501978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/1121294902138501978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/1121294902138501978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2009/01/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-5229328540218225026</id><published>2008-12-19T04:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T04:45:49.754+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring in the city</title><content type='html'>sometimes women have the same urges like men.Besides buying showes, walking down Covent Garden to Picadilly, sometimes women feel like they need a goos shag. and why should be afraid to admit it. But sex for women always has been a tabu subject, and the difference between male sexual domination is still powerful. I cannot stopt to wonder why women who need to satisfy this urge and had many men in their lifes are being called slags, and the guys who got in the knickers of zillion women are just...men.&lt;br /&gt;This masculin pride of men sleeping with as many women possible seems to have contaminated the enviroment of womens' strictness regarding whom they might let sleep in their bed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I even feel like a man trapped in a woman's body, as temptation floats everywhere. Not only man are allowed to turn their head whenever they see a "piece of meat"...common, we cannot honestly say that when we were walking holding our boyfriend's hand we didn't turn our head checking out the guy from the corner.&lt;br /&gt;and so I am trying to start my monologue in a Carrie Bradshaw way, thinking why some girls are so afrad to develop their sexuality in a slagish society.&lt;br /&gt;Men are too proud and to afraid that women might claim the sexual power in the society and be dominant speciment in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Sex is power in the hands of the ones that know how to use it properly. And that's why there is a war before sexes. Females are trying to gain their sexual teritory and status, because a woman that has more men then indicated are not neccessarly slags, but they are starting to gain some more teritory in a savage land.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am at 3 in the morming, tired like hell trying to sleep, browsing tattoos and fileled with all these thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll text him later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-5229328540218225026?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/5229328540218225026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=5229328540218225026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/5229328540218225026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/5229328540218225026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/12/boring-in-city.html' title='Boring in the city'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-5674481272334919851</id><published>2008-12-17T16:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:54:18.321+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am OCD and I love it</title><content type='html'>Society encounters new patterns of behaviour every day...angry shouting people, fake smiling ones, introverts extroverts,narcisists....because that's what they are and they enjoy themselves just like that.&lt;br /&gt;Every one copes in a different way...alcohol, weed, heavy drugs, breaking plates, beating wife, cutting themselves etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;I used to cut myself...not nice..complete insanity...I used to drink, pointless...it only made me really sick and the head aches were unbearable, I smoke,I really do..I am a heavy smoker..I wake up in the morning and light a cigarette trying to remember what I dreamt...I used to hit people for fun, but violence brings you...NO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, being tuesday, was the spilff day...gathered some mates of mine around, testing a new product...everything chill and nice...except one problem...the second they left I started scrubbing...because it was dirty...and i couldn't stand it....eveything off my desk, desinfectant, sponge, new delicate clean scent, clothes on the bed, arranging them all again&lt;br /&gt;YES I AM AN OCD....i have a problem with cleaning...whenever I am stressed, anxious or stuff like that, I just clean...dust, hoover, re-arrange, throw...everything is on the list, because there is nothing better than having a nice hot shower and a cigarette in an extra clean room.&lt;br /&gt;This is me, I can't change...sometimes i mistake it as for a thing of common sense, but sometimes I tend to agree that it's pure insanity...but even this insanity is all mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-5674481272334919851?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/5674481272334919851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=5674481272334919851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/5674481272334919851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/5674481272334919851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-ocd-and-i-love-it.html' title='I am OCD and I love it'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-7804713157318025300</id><published>2008-12-16T03:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T04:37:06.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she said to me that writting helps...clearing your mind, ordering your thoughts, making you feel releaved&lt;br /&gt;But i have so many things to say that I don't even know where to start from...wish I had a white Christmas back home, next to my friends and family....there are so many things that I am longing for, and so many things that I know i can't have...&lt;br /&gt;But still nothing stops me from dreaming and hoping that one day things will go my way...That I will finally say..yes, this is what I trully want..&lt;br /&gt;We are tied to this world by our desires, they are the chains that hold us down...&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when was the last time I sat down and read a good book...&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when was the last time I said I love you and actually meant it, and not saying it because I am used to love the idea of being in love.&lt;br /&gt;They say that time heals..But it would be better to say..time repeats..over and over again. You tend to repeat so many times the things you do, and you end up forgeting how it felt at the beginning. This is the reason why Orpheus was not allowed to look behind. Seeing her again....he submitted her to repeating process, and poor her...she faded away..&lt;br /&gt;That's why I look behind...so i can forget..&lt;br /&gt;and i start asking myself...actually I am asking for the definition of hapiness&lt;br /&gt;Louis Guilloux defines it in a simple way..."The true hapiness is the one that bursts out of one's heart and is being reflected on another...a child to be held in one's arms. One must never see it as a mature woman...make her die for love...as for love...it's even much more easier to be defined..one must conquer her into its' depths,make her weep"&lt;br /&gt;These words are deep though many people might not understand them..but they don't need comprehension...they need to be felt...lived&lt;br /&gt;Ma croyance....etait jadis l'amour...now it's vague.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-7804713157318025300?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/7804713157318025300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=7804713157318025300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/7804713157318025300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/7804713157318025300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/12/she-said-to-me-that-writting-helps.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-1069265292263440080</id><published>2008-12-07T12:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:54:36.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We chose the worst time to fall in and out of love, we chose the worst time for regrets...you never ment to cause me trouble, you never ment to cause me pain. Yet I feel it fully alive in me, all those times we spent togather or separate..&lt;br /&gt;Your urge to protect me from yourself and now the regrets that you let me walk away that day you said that you didn't love me anymore...&lt;br /&gt;But now you are here, back in my life, saying that you can never come between me and him, that you wouldn't hurt me&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one to see me in the purple rain...&lt;br /&gt;Il y a 3 ans, 3 ans sans toi et une nouvelle vie. Mais je ne peut pas controller mes pensees.Je me rappelle la premiere fois quand je t'ai connu dans le parc...les cheveaux bruns et longs, ton visage d'enfant, ton desespoir parce qu'elle ne t'aimait plus.&lt;br /&gt;L'hiver...magique...avec toi, dans tes bras, avec ta voix douce, et ton regarde sourisant. Il faut dire que les deux on fait des erreurs, en choisisant ce moment pour tomber amoreux, quand tu devait passer tes examens, et j'avais deja quelqun dans ma vie...&lt;br /&gt;Povre diable.....tu etait ma neccessite, mon reve d'adolescente, mes pensiers de jeune fille qui amait un Hyperion, une personne sans ame et sains raison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-1069265292263440080?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/1069265292263440080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=1069265292263440080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/1069265292263440080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/1069265292263440080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-chose-worst-time-to-fall-in-and-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-3610952633660421585</id><published>2008-12-02T10:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:50:14.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance...</title><content type='html'>you fool, you old fool...you sit on your chair all alone, having a drag and drinking a beer....you feel alone but you are too afraid to admitt it. You lost everything that ever made sense to you...you might have money now, but you don' have love...you don't have warm arms wrapped around you and a gentle kiss to wake you up in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;you mistreated her, made her feel like a dirt bag and now she's gone for good....she smiles whenever she sees you, but you know it's not the same...you can read the contempt on her lips, maybe hatred in her eyes..&lt;br /&gt;But you know you are not even worth of being hated...she just passes you by, just like she passes a stranger, looks you straigh into your eyes and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;She ..has found her way, a different path from yours. She is still young, and she still has so much to see....you used to call her yours once, but not because you had any feeling for her, but because you knew that that girl's little heart was stupid enough and beat for you. You knew how much she loved to make you smile and spoil you, you knew that she was there for you&lt;br /&gt;But one day..she went away, and left you behind. And it's just now that you start wondering whether she might have been someone that you will regret...&lt;br /&gt;she is happy, trully happy unlike you, unlike you that uses alcohol to drown his sorrow, and uses other women to fill the void that she left....she is so far that you can't touch her anymmore....she is so far and she is not looking back anymore...maybe just to say good bye for good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-3610952633660421585?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/3610952633660421585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=3610952633660421585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/3610952633660421585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/3610952633660421585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/12/remembrance.html' title='Remembrance...'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-3460697287612133066</id><published>2008-11-30T14:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:30:05.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>imagine yourself in a box, nothing to bee seen, nothing to be felt. Complete darkness falls upon your eyes and your heart. But even so, you can't stop the thoughts running along in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You try to escape,you try to forget. Futile...all those feeble feelings in you start to become stronger and stronger, growing inside of you...this life ain't worth living you start thinking..&lt;br /&gt;you are locked so far away, no one can touch you...but you long for warmth. You locked yourself in a world full of regret and hatred, and of wicked games.&lt;br /&gt;You remember that voice in your head, the last good bye and the first tear..it's to much fogg around you, you can't smile... he was asking too much from your side&lt;br /&gt;you just have to forget bout everything, of this world, feeling,soulmates, whispering in the ears, you have to be strong and never let him bring you down&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be some-one else? you claim o have many reasons, but your void..it's just us, in this empty, dark  amd dusty room...both all alone and lacking resolve.&lt;br /&gt;They say that in evey existance there is a point where love meets love, meaning your love for something or for someone. That point is the center of the universe, of philosophers, geologists, imbecils and wise men.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it too late for regrets?Maybe my eyes are wet because of the smoke and I am looking up for words in the past. It's such a mess, what else might be left to say? maybe nothing so I'd better remain silent, I ll let you be the one to hurt me with that last word belonging to a mind that has been shattered by regrets . Why us? why is that so? Why can't I change anything? why are you looking in the ground while you're having a drag and I am asking you to change? And it's all in vain, because you always leave me alone..it's better for me to go on my separate road. &lt;br /&gt;It's just me now, in this dark and cold box, tied to the ground and trying to walk away from the past...better said crawl...I am bleeding, I am cold and I am hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I need shelter from this world I leave in , I need to reach the sun, far away from you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-3460697287612133066?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/3460697287612133066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=3460697287612133066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/3460697287612133066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/3460697287612133066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-6667003244420321651</id><published>2008-11-19T22:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:07:07.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>Nu fiecare inceput inseamna neaparat si punctul de sfarsit...totul a inceput, aici, in mintea mea, dar o sa se sfarseaca prea departe de intelegerea noastra..&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare fugim de cateceva, si anumite actiuni intaresc deciza de a scapa...am fugit, am vrut o viata noua, dar am primit o vacanta prelingita&lt;br /&gt;Prietene, stii oare cat de aproape este Marte atunci cand vrei neaparat sa ajungi acolo? sau cat de adanci sunt regretele si durerea cand vrei sa uiti de ele?&lt;br /&gt;Ganduri si trairi antagonice...te simti ca la margine de prapastie...nici nu stii ce decizie sa iei...stai si te uiti in gol,simti nevoia parca sa zbori,dar lanturile care te leaga de pamant sunt prea grele...prea grele sa te lase sa te desprinzi de tot ce a fost sau de tot ce este...&lt;br /&gt;Tu insati te simti greu...povara devine din ce in ce mai grea pe masura ce clepsidra se scurge. &lt;br /&gt;Stii ce vrei, dar nu stii daca vrei cu adevarat..sunt momente in care ai sta numai acolo, unde te simti tu in siguranta, sau sunt momente cand respingi ceea ce simti...sau ceea ce se presupune ca vrei&lt;br /&gt;dar lanturile sunt acolo, te strang si nu iti dau drumul...te leaga trecutul, prezentul si viitorul...te leaga promisiuni pe care totusi simti ca nu poti sa le rupi, pentru ca ti-ar rupe lanturile si ai fii liber&lt;br /&gt;Ti-e frica de libertate, ti-e frica pentru ca nu o cunosti? ce inseamna sa fii cu adevarat liber? sa nu ai anumite " circumstante atenunate" care sa te lege de viata pe care o duci.&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare gura de aer sa zicem asa, este ca o circumstanta atenuata...fiecare sentiment,fiecare viciu&lt;br /&gt;Libertatea este o utopie...este lantul care te leaga si te limiteaza de fapt..a fi liber inseamna a nu mai fi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-6667003244420321651?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/6667003244420321651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=6667003244420321651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/6667003244420321651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/6667003244420321651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-3691047456386251134</id><published>2008-11-18T01:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:47:58.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that never comes....</title><content type='html'>prea tarziu...prea tarziu sa incerc sa mai rationez, sa ma mai gandesc sau sa imi aduc aminte..trag aer in piept...ma las pe spate si imi dau drumul la par.&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa captez acel moment...pe care nici nu pot sa il definesc. Ma cheama ceva....acel ceva de mult pierdut, de cand eram copila... mai trag o gura de aer...&lt;br /&gt;ceea ce simt si ceea ce gandesc...Metallica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-3691047456386251134?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/3691047456386251134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=3691047456386251134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/3691047456386251134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/3691047456386251134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-that-never-comes.html' title='The day that never comes....'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-5610463416449812333</id><published>2008-11-13T21:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:57:09.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion....</title><content type='html'>A spliff,a man, a little girl, far away from humanity...tall, pale complexion, blond, with rapturing eyes was all she could see in that glass little world..their world came alive only at night...he was all that she could breathe, he was all that she could see and all that she wanted to need. She was the one who used to hug, with warmth, and sometimes with some love. Only at night she uses to be with him...in a long lasting revery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-5610463416449812333?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/5610463416449812333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=5610463416449812333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/5610463416449812333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/5610463416449812333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/11/passion.html' title='Passion....'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-5198050537944671805</id><published>2008-11-11T05:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:48:28.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>it's just one of those nights....when you put your head on the pillow and you try and sleep...when all of those words are coming back and rewinding and fast forwarding in your mind...the satin purple sofa in the oriental salon...coffee and tea served....an infinte dream of what could have been, or still might be&lt;br /&gt;But instead of the purple satin sofa is a cold hard bed, and a naked soul...just a naked soul and it's thoughts wandering around the empty streets of its' conscience...trying to remember....so many things that don't let me sleep, so many feelings that make me twist and turn&lt;br /&gt;I am at a crossroad...I need to take my own decisions, I have to make it right, for my sake and for the sake of the people around me..&lt;br /&gt;You know what they say...what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger...I just wanna reach that point, I wanna be strong for both me and him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-5198050537944671805?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/5198050537944671805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=5198050537944671805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/5198050537944671805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/5198050537944671805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/11/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-4924411274189179667</id><published>2008-11-08T00:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:32:03.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un mic drum catre Marte</title><content type='html'>De ce sa mint? imi este dor de el.....mi-e dor sa il aud cum respira la urechea mea, sa stiu ca nu poate sa doarma daca eu nu sunt acolo sa ma tina in brate...mi-e dor sa ma cuddle in el, sa simt cum imi directioneaza corpul, cum imi sopteste la ureche, ca sa isi strecoara piciorul intre ale mele...sa sa intoarca pe burta si cu toate ca sta incomod, sa-si lase mana sa ma cuprinda...Mi-e dor sa ma joc pe pielea sa fina, sa ma roage sa ma joc in parul lui...sa ma stranga tare in brate si apoi sa isi lase capul pe al meu si sa adoarma...mi-e dor sa il simt dimineatza cum se apropie de mine si ma strange tare, se pune pe spate si sa-mi zica adormit..."pune capul pe umarul meu si strange-ma in brate"&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de prima dimineata impreuna, goi sub plapuma, si el sa ma filmeze in timp ce vorbeam semi ascunsa...mi-e dor sa ne uitam din nou pe acele filmulete, sa rad de fata pe care pot sa o am filmata...mi-e dor sa ma imbrac in graba....sa ma trezesc devreme, sa ma uit la cum doarme, la barbtita blond roscata, si pieptul sau asa de alb....mi-e dor sa ma duc la geamul din sufrageria dezordonata (apartament de burlac) si sa vad cate o colega, si pe care sa o strig incet ca sa nu il trezesc..mi-e dor de mesajele in poloneza..:) in care sa imi zica ca sunt frumoasa lui....&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de el....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-4924411274189179667?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/4924411274189179667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=4924411274189179667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/4924411274189179667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/4924411274189179667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/11/un-mic-drum-catre-marte.html' title='Un mic drum catre Marte'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-3743173358381273346</id><published>2008-10-28T18:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:21:38.411+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memoriam</title><content type='html'>Inca imi aduc aminte clar..un barbat inalt...cu parul grizonat,mereu la costum...cravata lui neagra cu imprimeu mov, servieta in mana si o chipie pe cap...o dacie albastra 1310 care astepta sa ma ia de acasa si sa ma duca in taramul de vis...El...acel barbat, frumos in tinerete,putin cam mai mult decat incapatanat dar cu un suflet bun...acel barbat se numea Popesec Valerian, fost inspector pe platformele de petrol, un barbat care stia sa vorbeasca 3 limbi straine...&lt;br /&gt;Dadi...Valerica....bunicul meu, mai mult decat un bunic...si anume un tata.....&lt;br /&gt;Viata se pare sa se incapataneze sa ia persoanele pe care le iubesti, excat cand incepi sa descoperi ce insemn pentru tine..in cazul meu, am descoperit prea tarziu, cand deja nu mai era drum de intors..si cand regretele nu isi mai aveau rostul...poate sa auda din Cer cat de mult il iubeam si cat de dor imi este acum de el...&lt;br /&gt;Nu am fost nepoate perfecta..nici pe departe...poate pentru ca semanan prea mult...amanadoi incapatanati, cu un orgoliu puternic care se ciocneau la momentul neportivit..&lt;br /&gt;Am avut o copilarie fericita...nu am ce zice...casa la tara...soarele in fata si o imagine paterna puternic accentuata de figura lui...obisnuiam sa facem multe lucruri impreuna...ma plimba cu masina,imi cumpara ce vroiam, mergeam la piata sa luam pepene, ne duceam la Campina, ma ducea la strand...ma sustinea...imi permitea multe lucruri...sa fiu obraznica...rasfatata..desi trebuia sa si lucreze...cand lucra obisnuiam sa il astept cu nerabdare alaturi de bunica mea, Buni, dulcea figura batraneasca pe care o iubesc...&lt;br /&gt;Imi aduc aminte ca...de ziua mea cand am facut 7 ani...a cumparat o masina...nu conta ca era o Dacia break....cumparase ceva mai nou si mai bun ca sa ma plimbe pe mine...cand eram la Bucuresti de-abia asteptam sa vina...sa il vad...sa stau de vorba cu el&lt;br /&gt;Obisnuia sa ma alinte frumos....dadicut, cioculetz...&lt;br /&gt;Am crescut....am devenit si eu isterica si rebela ca orice adolescent....si am inceput sa il supar, fara sa ii dau seama ca ii facea rau, ca avea sanatatea fragila...fuma mult, se enerva la extreme..&lt;br /&gt;Pe masura ce timpul trecea, devenea din ce in ce mai incapatanat, din ce in ce mai irascibil...si eu din ce in ce mai sfidatoare&lt;br /&gt;Pe de-o parte ma simt responsabila....pentru ca l-am enervat mult...&lt;br /&gt;Anul acesta a suferit al 3-lea infarct...si cel fatal...sambata seara...suna bunicutza mea sa ne anunte ca a venit salvarea sa il ia, dar ca o sa fie bine...duminica trece, se stabilizase...apoi..sa sune telefonul luni...sa aud vocea vecinului...de cum am ridicat receptorul si am auzit vocea...am stiut ce va zice....o parte din mine a negat si inca neaga faptul ca nu mai e...a murit intr-o zi de luni...7 ianuarie...in bratele bunicii mele...ai mei nu m-au lasat sa ma duc la inmormantare....nu m-au lasat sa imi iau la revedere de la el....sa il mai vad inca odata...poate nici nu ar fi fost bine, dar as fi vrut sa il mai tin de mana odata...sa ii zic ca imi pare rau ca am fost o nepoata rea, sa ii zic ca l-am iubit...si inca e inima mea...&lt;br /&gt;Culmea e ca l-am vazut cu cateva zile inainte sa moara...era bine...mi-am petrecut revelionu acolo...in acel orasel...unde statea el...si l-am suparat din nou...nici prin cap nu imi trecea ca sa o sa se intample...&lt;br /&gt;de fiecare data cand ma duc la breaza...il caut...il caut acolo...sa ii mai aud odata vocea...&lt;br /&gt;Popescu Valerian (8 nov 1933 - 7 ian 2008)....stiu ca ma vezi de acolo din cer..si mai mult ca sigur ti-e rusine de o persoana ca mine, fara constiinta, viciata...dar vreau sa stii ca te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P si nu uita ca mami si cu mine si mai ales buni....te iubim mult si ne e dor de tine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-3743173358381273346?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/3743173358381273346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=3743173358381273346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/3743173358381273346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/3743173358381273346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-memoriam.html' title='In Memoriam'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-4863663783014192285</id><published>2008-10-28T03:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T03:46:57.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Departare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/SQZ8z_9bWTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qj7Y9bi_Cdw/s1600-h/23032007315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/SQZ8z_9bWTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qj7Y9bi_Cdw/s320/23032007315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262030447413254450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/SQZ7BDKM8YI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FQBeZRTf4TQ/s1600-h/DSC03712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/SQZ7BDKM8YI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FQBeZRTf4TQ/s320/DSC03712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262028472587186562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....da...sunt departe...mai departe decat iti poti imagina...departe de sunete, de lume, de culori..sunt departe de realitate, pentru ca nu o am daca tu nu esti aici...am plecat sa fug de mine, dar niciodata nu am reusit sa fug de tine, pentru ca nu ai cum sa fugi de ceea ce iti este scris.&lt;br /&gt;asteptarea deja devine din ce in ce mai apasatoare...mai maruntesc 2 muguri, ii amestec cu tutunul...rulez...ii dau foc...si ma duce la tine...ma duce cu gandul la noi...ma duce cu gandul la tot ce mi-ai scris....pe perete am toate mesajele cute de la tine...desi pierd focalizarea....stiu ce zice fiecare...pentru ca sunt o parte din mine, o parte din noi....2 saptamani si o zi....atat ne mai desparte....15 zile care o sa se scurga mai incet ca saptamanile....&lt;br /&gt;anxietatea isi face locul...vreau sa te strang in brate mai repede...vreau sa iti simt mirosul de pe camasa, sa iti desfac cravata de la gat si sa o arunc pe scaun...sa deschid 2 beri, sa le servesc...sa ne aprindem 2 tigari si sa ne uitam la Black Lagoon....sa ma cuibaresc la pieptul tau, sa imi intind mana pe gatul tau si cu buricele degetelor sa te mangai...sa nu mai fii virtual....sa fii aici! pentru totdeauna....stiu mai mult ca sigur ca niciodata nu am simtit asa ceva, cum simt pentru tine...m-ai ridicat la cer si m-ai ridicat pe un piedestal...vreau sa te urc alaturi de mine, unde iti este locul...vreau ca aici, unde sunt eu acum sa fie acasa la noi....vreau sa fie departe de tot ce ne-a ranit&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa inchid ochii si ca maine cand ma trezesc sa fii aici....sa ma intorc in decembrie si sa stiu ca sunt acasa....acasa sunt in bratele tale...acasa sunt unde iti simt parfumul , piele, buzele....&lt;br /&gt;acasa sunt unde este iubirea noastra, in timp si in spatiu....&lt;br /&gt;Zambesc....tu esti zanbetul de pe buzele mele, heroina mea, fumul pe care il inspir si il expir....esti focul ce ma arde...apa ce ma ingheatza....&lt;br /&gt;eu te astept sa vii langa mine , sa fim doar noi, sa fie bine, din lumea intreaga doar pe tine te vreau, sub cerul albastru cu tine sa stau&lt;br /&gt;Till death do us part si dincolo de ea....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-4863663783014192285?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/4863663783014192285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=4863663783014192285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/4863663783014192285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/4863663783014192285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/10/departare.html' title='Departare'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/SQZ8z_9bWTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qj7Y9bi_Cdw/s72-c/23032007315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-3811821964438867846</id><published>2008-10-27T14:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:30:01.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of me....</title><content type='html'>"a cauta" si " a gasi"..e verbe ce se intrepatrund, ce sunt legate de soarta, antagonice....iti rad in fata...&lt;br /&gt;Eu am fost adepta lui " a cauta" pana ajungeam la " a gasi"..nu lasam hazardul sa se amestece in actiunile mele...totul se baza pe un scop clar...a " a gasi" dragostea...si tocmai de aceea, de fiecare data greseam...de aceea eram si blocata pe ideea ca trebuie sa o cauti , si nu sa o astepti...si tocmai cand am pierdut speranta de a o gasi, a venit singura la mine&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa numesti destin, coincidenta..nu imi pasa ..tot ce stiu e ca este aici..in mine si in el...si este numai a noastra&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa dau o definitie iubirii, pentru ca inseamna sa o leg intr-un lant...este ca o plimbare in parc, niciodata nu ai de unde sa stii ce se va intampla...de unde te va lovi, sau la ce cotitura te va parasii...insa eu ma plimb printr-un parc imens, numai al mei si al lui..&lt;br /&gt;Dar pot defini niste mici puncte care consolideaza iubirea mea...&lt;br /&gt;Dar ca sa fac asta trebuie sa ma raportez la trecut, cand cei care se presupune ca ma iubeau, nu aveau de gand sa-mi dea drumul pana in momentul in care plecam...si nu la figurat...la propriu...&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea nu tine cont de kilometrii...iubirea face in asa fel incat sa ai curajul sa transformi mii de kilometrii intr-un milimetru...sa stii sa tragi de ea pana la eternitate...pana la cer si inapoi...&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea inseamna sa stii sa asculti...nu sa infrunti..sa asculti la bine si la greu...sa te inkizi in lumea ta acolo cu el , sa iti faca placere cand iti zice ca a vorbit cu nu stiu ce babutza la telefon :)&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea inseamna completare...ce nu am eu ai tu...si tu esti totul meu..&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea inseama sa te chinui pentru 5 zile sa imparti un pat minuscul de student cu o alta persoana...avand in vedere ca patul tau de acasa este mare si ai cum sa te lafai&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea inseamna sa stii sa o suporti cand vine de la facultate stresata de imbecilismul colegilor ei internationali, chinezi in mare parte care nu stiu sa vorbeasca engleza&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea inseamna daruire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-3811821964438867846?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/3811821964438867846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=3811821964438867846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/3811821964438867846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/3811821964438867846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/10/pieces-of-me.html' title='Pieces of me....'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-6294714051170965210</id><published>2008-10-12T17:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:29:45.350+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn shade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='November'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virgos...te ador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Needs'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Astazi vreau sa fiu numai a ta...sa fi panza pe care imi voi picta povestea, cartea pe care imi voi asterne prezentul si viitorul...sa fii trecutul meu,punctul de plecare, si punctul de sfarsit&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa fie o camera intunecata...sa ma ghidez numai prin simturi, si sa ajung la tine...sa imi intind mainile si sa iti ating fata....sa iti simt ochii inchisi, nasul...sa iti simt respiratia calda, buzele umede si calde, obrajii rotunzi, sa imi trec mana prin parul tau...sa imi las mana pe umerii tai, pe pieptul tau...si sa cobor...sa iti simt palmele asudate, calde, bratele tale mereu primitoare si calde, unde ma simt in siguranta....sa iti iau apoi mainile si sa le pun pe talia mea, sa simt cum ma cuprinzi cu toata increderea si dragostea din tine, sa incalzesti un suflet rece si insangerat...sa ma strangi tare in brate, pana cand nu mai am suflare, sa iti simt inima cum bate....inima mea sa bata cu a ta...sangele sa curga din ce in ce mai repede si fierbinte printre vene...sa inghet dar si sa ard in acelasi timp in prinsoarea ta...&lt;br /&gt;sa inceapa sa cante o melodie trista, inceata...sa imi las capul pe pieptul tau, sa ma saruti pe  frunte, si sa incepem sa dansam in intuneric, condusi numai de caldura si iubire...&lt;br /&gt;sa inaintam din ce in ce mai mult in nebuloasa sentimentelor, in prinsoarea sa, sa tragem cu dintii de basmul nostru, si sa fim nemuritori...&lt;br /&gt;Sa fie numai o lume a noastra...eu sa fiu o corabie, si tu capitanul meu, sa fiu un cantec trist sau vesel pe buzele tale&lt;br /&gt;je suis toujours celle que tu respires....&lt;br /&gt;Tu sa fii cafeaua si tigara de pe buzele mele, pasiunea si focul ce ma mistuie, mana care ma domina dar ma lasa si libera...sa fii liberul meu arbitru, si stapanul meu pe veci...cel care printr-o sarutare va sterge lacrimile ce vor veni, si printr-o mangaiere, va alunga norii universului meu.&lt;br /&gt;sa fii parfumul ce ma inconjoara si pe care il ador sa il port mereu, hainele care ma imbraca, si aerul pe care il trag in piept.&lt;br /&gt;Muzica din urechile mele, pixul cu care imi astern acum durerea...lumina ochilor mei&lt;br /&gt;esti universul meu, si numai al meu....te iubesc pana la moarte si dincolo de ea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-6294714051170965210?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/6294714051170965210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=6294714051170965210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/6294714051170965210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/6294714051170965210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-8592540699112671502</id><published>2008-10-10T20:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:52:29.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un gand nastrusnic</title><content type='html'>un sfestnic pe post de lampa, un pergament pe post de o pagina online, o pana pe post de tastatura...o scriosare semnata si inchisa cu un sigiliu, decat un obisnuit mesaj de "te iubesc" o oda adusa unui sentiment, si nu usurinta de a il pronunta...&lt;br /&gt;o ironie a sortii care pe de-o parte o face si mai amara, dar si mai interesanta in acelasi timp...2 persoane, 2 vieti diferite...totul pana la un moment&lt;br /&gt;o intrebare...si un raspuns...o continuare...si nici cea mai mica intentie de a intoarce vreo pagina...oftat, suspin...gol pe dinauntru&lt;br /&gt;Si cum ar fi fost daca ea nu ar fi plecat? poate nu ar fi ajuns sa se cunoasca...si cum ar fi fost daca nu ii raspundea la mesaj? si cum ar fi fost daca...??&lt;br /&gt;vezi, hazardul se manifesta foarte ciudat....mai intai ma arunca in Minas Morgul ca apoi sa ma aduca inapoi la lumina...&lt;br /&gt;si toate bazate pe ipoteze...si daca se intoarce? oare o sa mai fie la fel? daca nu se vor mai iubi si asa?&lt;br /&gt;Gandurile zboara...incerc sa le prind intro plasa dar ma simt prea obosita...rupe din tine, intregeste-ma...&lt;br /&gt;Iarta-mi visarea si trezeste-ma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-8592540699112671502?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/8592540699112671502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=8592540699112671502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/8592540699112671502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/8592540699112671502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/10/un-gand-nastrusnic.html' title='Un gand nastrusnic'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-8677663015438044401</id><published>2008-10-07T12:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:29:28.768+02:00</updated><title type='text'>untiteld</title><content type='html'>Cred ca acesta o sa fie ultimul meu post pentru o vreme...se spune ca dragostea te face mai creativ, mai inventiv,sa ai mai multa imaginatie, sa infloresti..&lt;br /&gt;Adevarul e ca acum sunt in pana de idei...am inflorit, dar nu gasesc cuvintele potrivite sa descriu ceea ce simt sau prin ceea ce trec&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce stiu : e special de data asta, e o stare de vis din care nu as vrea sa ma trezesc...sunt o contradictie continua, dependenta de o voce la mii de kilometrii departare, dependenta de un folder cu poze pe care sper sa il completez in timp, si dependenata de dungi...da, de dungi..de camasa lui, mor de curiozitate sa stiu cum miroase...sa stiu ca va veni si ca ma va lua in brate...si pentru acele cateva zile sa stiu ca este al meu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-8677663015438044401?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/8677663015438044401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=8677663015438044401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/8677663015438044401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/8677663015438044401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/10/untiteld.html' title='untiteld'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-7321583719312537134</id><published>2008-10-01T09:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:59:41.666+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizertatie....</title><content type='html'>Sa aruncam un ochi asupra 2 fecioare....fata si baiat...un eu, si un el...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: stau si ma uit la fereastra pe care o am deschisa cu tine, vreau sa vorbesc cu tine, dar mintea mea e blank in momentele astea..&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: de ce nu zici ce iti trece prin minte?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: orice&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: randomlu&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: randomly&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: incep eu&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: blink 182..&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: lacrimi&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: melancolie..&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: nas infundat&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: scrumiera&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: vid&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: miros naspa de tigara&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: deja vu&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: m'aidez&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: reluare&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: hagi&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: privire&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: atingere&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: inocenta&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: furata...&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: sinceritate&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: crossroads]&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: gand&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: necesitate&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: val...&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: asternut&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: imbratisare&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: sarut&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: privire din care sa citesti numai dragoste sincera, o privire pe care sa o cunosti atat de bine, dar stii ca nu ai mai intalnito niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: o atingere de mana prin care sa ajungi la cer, o mana care sa te mangaie pe par si sa iti ia toate grijile, o imbratisare care sa te faca sa uiti de ceea ce a fost pana acum, un sarut care sa iti creasca pulsul si sa vrei ca acel moment sa nu se mai termine&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: emotiile primului sarut&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: si bucuria de dupa&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: emotiile primei priviri direct in ochi,fastaceala&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: un lucru pe care il cunosti atat de bine, dar pe care nu lai mai vazut niciodata&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: si atunci cand il vezi, te pierzi total&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: canta-mi povestea, sa n=o mai uit nicicand, nicicum..&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: povestea o poti auzi doar soptita...&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: la ureche...sa simti caldura respiratiei celui care ti-o murmura duios&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: sa respiri in acelasi timp cu el...&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: mereu vreau sa ma pierd,mereu in noapte...&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: sar putea sa nu te mai trezesti..&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: sfois cu gandul tau sa stau la sfat...&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: sfios*&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: gandul meu te va apropia&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: mi-e inima valtoare, dau sa urc..&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: dupa ce urci, ai grija sa nu cazi&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: si plans pe sub castanii goi..&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: ploua...&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: it's been a while..&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: .... ii intalnesti privirea, stii ca asta e&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: nimic nu o sa mai fie la fel...&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: e frig&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: plapuma&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: caldura sufleteasca&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: tanjesc..&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: si eu..&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: have a smoke&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: no need&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: culori..&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: intuneric&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: da-mi liniste sa adorm&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: dami mana si o vei avea..&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: cum?&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: tine degetele departate&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: le bag in priza&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: din fericire, e pana de curent, teai speriat degeaba&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: emo&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: exprirat demult..&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: vodka&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: intepator...&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: a&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: ?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: a..litera a&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: inceputul...&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: subdiviziune&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: h8 maths&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: subdiviziune - last for long time...&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: joc secund&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: copilarie\&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: jucarii&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: culmea inocentei&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: pierderea inocentei&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: prima palma&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: indrazneste...&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: persista!&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: lupta&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: indeplinire&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: bruzli il bate pe vandame&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: egalitate&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: spune pe bune&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: zar&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: table&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: novice&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: virginitate&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: fecioara&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: lubrifiant&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: gri spre albastru&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: mov&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: miros&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: neprotejat sexul nu e indicat&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: masaj&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: vreau masaj&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: sarut&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: foarte, foarte subtil&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: aproape fara sa iti dai seama&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: sarutul eschimosilor..&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: gaina&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: ou&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: galben, alb, rosu&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: cozonac pufos&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: nuca&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: stafide&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: cafea&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: u can buy me with a coffee, i'm so cheap...&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: coffee, then&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: in mine -n soapta...&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: celia&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: dissolving bonds&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: lent&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: time will set to fade away ur lives...&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: cross&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: seclussion cuts u just as deep as knives&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: quiet&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: mute&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: impreunare...&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: albastru deschis cu negru&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: singuratae&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: termen&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: abis&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: error&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: sinceritate&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: drum&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: teardrop&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: efect de domino&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: ur words, they make just a wisper, your face is so unclear..&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: blurry?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: ohne dich&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: "te vreau"&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: imprevizibil&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: furtuna&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: calm&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: cer noros&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: placut&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: inner silence&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: dark, touch&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: vezi un copil, vezi copilul din mine&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: unchain my heart&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: fierbinte&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: traire&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: pasiune&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: dorinta arzatoare&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: inclestare...incordare..placuta&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: eliberare&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: sudoare&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: tigara de dupa&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: d dupa pranz...&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: dupa o masa copioasa, o tigara canceroasa&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: ...&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: women on top&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: misoginism&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: control&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: volan&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: skin to skin&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: uuu&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: mhm&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: incontrolabil....&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: conturul fin...&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: iris&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: detalii&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: inconfundabil&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: intrun puls continuu intrun puls dement&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: libertate&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: cine esti&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: gand&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: detin este un cuvant mult prea maret&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: destin*.&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: cine sunt eu/&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: inexplicabil&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: himera&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: nu cred&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: ce simti?&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: inclestare&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: elibereaza-te&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: fum&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: buze umezite&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: oftat&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: gat&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: inaltare... nu foarte brusca, dar placuta&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: coborare periculoasa..&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: nu...&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: euforie incontrolabila&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: inciciu&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: indiciu*&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: satisfactie&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: prea devreme&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: prea tarziu..&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: minti&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: eu?&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: superb&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: divine&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: da&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: ce?&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: cum?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: cand?&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: ordine&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: haos&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: chiar asa&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: ?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: adrenalina&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: doza mare sau mica?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: destula&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: non stop&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: pat&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: saltea&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: perna&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: ptaul meu&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: patul*&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: daca vrei&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: chiar aici&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: chiar acum&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: chiar asa&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: nudiy&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: nudity*&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: as vrea sa ma satur&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: de?&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: de orice&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: pofta&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: putin spus&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: capsiuni cu ciocolata&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: capsunile la cine si ciocolata la cine?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: l cine vreaa&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: poate cine alege, nu ii place&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: atunci sa nu manance&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: pai si ce face&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: ?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: mi le da mie&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: unreachable&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: untouchable&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: cimpoi&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: scotia&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: muzica relaxant&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: relaxanta*&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: lumanari&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: parfumate?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: da&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: dulce foarte vag&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: cap ou pas cap?&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: cap&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: sti filmul?&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: pian&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: vioara&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: perfect combination&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: indubitabl&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: budai&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: egoism&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: ce esti?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: din ceas dedus&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: conteaza?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: nadir latent&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: enumera&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: nu stiu&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: dece?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: invata-ma&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: vii cu mine?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: unde?&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: kn recunoastere&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: in*.&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: da&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: nu tie frica&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: /a&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: ?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: nu&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: de ce tie tie frica?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: de mine&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: tie??&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: mie nu mie frica de tine&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: pentru ca vrei sa vii cu mine&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: ma duci departe/&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: acolo unde te vei simti tu in sigurana&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: siguranta*&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: in brate..&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: culmea e ca si eu ma simt la fel de sigur&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: si e bine sau rau?&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: e perfect&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: la tine cum e?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: genial&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: simti ca iti decoleaza ceva dinauntru?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: nu ma simt eu...&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: plutesc, urc sau cobor..&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: ai auzit de &lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: "infinitul in care vom fi"&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: ?|&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: nu&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: iris&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: hei tu&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: da&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: da sau nu&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: da&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: de acolo&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: e&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: infintul&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: ....&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: vezi ca stii?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: &lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: ce e cu infinitu\/&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: nici eu nu stiu&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: tu stii?&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: nnu..&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: pana&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: subtilitate&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: de ce&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: nu stiu&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: suav&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: degete&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: gadilatura&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: excitare&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: reflex&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: sex&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: carcel&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: delir&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: albul ochilor&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: coma&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: sarut&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: atingerea limbii&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: muscatura&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: &lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: imi plac&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: e&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: ...&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: lobul urechii...soapta&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: furnicaturi nasoale dar foarte placute&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: zambet&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: privire cu ochii intre deschisi&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: cafeua intro dimineatza insorita&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: aer conditionat&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: nu&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: sauna&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: 83 grade&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: nici asa&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: &lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: e ok&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: sa adorm cu cnva in brate&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: cu cine&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: indiscretie&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: )&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: in sauna???&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: in pat&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: dupasauna&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: dupa...&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: calm...&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: pupic&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: poate nu ii plac pupicii&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: tie iti plac?&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: depinde&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: de&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: de la cine ii primesc&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: buze&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: tuguiate&lt;br /&gt;Glimpse of me..: umede si calde&lt;br /&gt;Life in Mono: super&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-7321583719312537134?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/7321583719312537134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=7321583719312537134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/7321583719312537134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469469665691060417/posts/default/7321583719312537134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/2008/10/dizertatie.html' title='Dizertatie....'/><author><name>Sonia - Ruxandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17531671484815870061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3jCd-G_5vbo/StWUVYVhOWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rnk-p8ZC3Ls/S220/DSC01397.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469469665691060417.post-4177912720188428553</id><published>2008-07-28T21:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:17:41.282+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Comunicat apocrif</title><content type='html'>Cred ca mi-a fost destul de greu sa ma decid sa mai astern inca o pagina din viata mea...poate cea mai lunga, si cea mai greu de rostit sa scriu...nu-mi doresc decat sa ma simt intr-un final impacata cu mine si cu deciziile pe care urmeaza sa le pun in practica...Comunicatul meu apocrif are un sfarsit, desi nu stiu daca are exact un final..&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu daca il scriu ca sa fie citit, sau ca sa ma eliberez eu in totalitate de anumite sentimente daunatoare care ajung sa ma macine...&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce stiu este ca de cateva zile incerc sa ma adun, sa-mi gasesc gandurile si sa le astern...este ca o descriere a ultimului an din viata mea asa cum o stiu, fiind acum pusa in fata unei noi experiente pe care am de gand sa o imbratisez cu bratele deschise, fara sa am regrete si fara sa ma mai uit inapoi...&lt;br /&gt;sentimente, deziluzii, prietenii si false prietenii...toate au adus la aceiasi concluzie...ca trecutul nu mai are rost pus in fata unui viitor care se promite a fi promiator..oamenii vin si pleaca din viata ta, insa raman amintirile, bune sau rele, placute sau neplacute....pe unii ii vo purta mereu in minte si in suflet, pe cand peste altii...o sa cada cortina uitarii....I shall cast them into oblivion, and nothing shall save them from the curse of darkness...&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit acum la viata mea si la cea de anul trecut si incerc sa analizez la rece toare schimbarile in bine sau in rau si persoanele care m-au influentat...&lt;br /&gt;Stand alaltaieri..pe stanoaga ( ca in Morometii) am ajuns la concluzia ca nu are rost sa ma amarasc din cauza unor persoane..numai chipul unuia imi ramane in minte&lt;br /&gt;Viata m-a pus la incercare...am in fata o oportunitate pe care nu am de gand sa o ratez, vreau sa devin cineva,sa fac ceva pentru mine.Incercam sa plang....tineam tigara in mana incercand sa ma fac sa plang, sa scot golul din mine , gol pe care il aruncam pe seama altuia..&lt;br /&gt;Insa nu realizam ca acel gol mi-l intretineam eu si ...nu facceam nimic sa scap d el..singura ma adanceam in starea mea, in incercarea de a trece peste anumita situatie prin suferinta, si poate de aceea nu intelegeam de ce nu se duce..&lt;br /&gt;eram blocata in amintirea lui, parfumul lui...cam tot ce tinea de el...&lt;br /&gt;Insa nu deschideam ochii sa-mi aduc aminte de persoana care trebuia si chiar merita...Vara trecuta, in acel mic orasel unde am copilarit...cunoscusem un baiat. care nu arata cine stie ce, dar are un suflet de aur...i se zice simplu...Moto...&lt;br /&gt;( acum am sa ma adresez lui) te respect..te respect pentru ce suflet ai, pentru ca ma iubesti de mai mult de un an...nu trebuie sa o negi, eu o stiu, pentru ca te stiu pe tine, o simt cand ma strangi in brate sau ma saruti. Ma gandeam ca nu are rost sa ma gandesc la ceea ce a fost sau cu cine am fost...nu merita sa mai vars lacrimi, cand imi aduc aminte de cea a fost intre noi :) asa ca ridic capul si zambesc si contiunui sa tin in minte acele amintiri placute cu noi doi&lt;br /&gt;garla, ice, alee, eldiv....parcul..la blocuri...locuri cu mare insemnatate pentru mine...&lt;br /&gt;o sa imi fie dor sa ies din casa de acolo stiind ca ma vad cu tine, o sa imi fie dor de casa asa cum o stiam care intra in renovari,de trandafirii de pe alee, si de cafeaua si tigarile din spatele casei si din gradina.O sa-mi fie dor sa te vad cum zambesti si sa te aud cum imi zici simplu...ubita imi da pup? sau nu te pup ca ai fumat..&lt;br /&gt;fericirea mea adevarata intr-o relatie ai insemnat tu, pentru ca cu tine am rezistat cel mai mult, desi nu cel mai sincer....&lt;br /&gt;Diana mea...ratusca mea cea rosie...desi ne-am certat am reusit sa ramanem impreuna...te iubesc bai &gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe masura ce timpul a trecut insa mi-am dat seama ca imi lipseste ceva, anume o persoana, deci cineva mai bine...acum ma adresez lui Mahay....am avut o relatie....tumultoasa...interesanta...dar pentru mine si cea mai intensa...nu cred ca va exista cineva care sa iti ia locul in inima mea...nici macar Alex...desi ne-am certat, nu mai vorbim, imaginea ta imi vine des in minte...am gresit, nu am vrut sa te pierd, iti simt lipsa, si as vrea sa fiu cu tine, in aceasta camera...unde..unde multe...unde am ascultat portishead this life, unde ti-am zis ca plec la facultate in Anglia, unde parca te-ai intristat ca ti-am zis....unde am dormit cu tine in brate intr-un pat de o persoana...in aceasta casa unde ti-am zis din toata inima ca te iubesc...desi nu ma crezi probabil, si pe buna dreptate...da...de ce sa mint...te iubesc inca si acum, si desi am lacrimi in ochi care se chinuiesc sa se scurga...imi pastrez zambetul pe buze caci esti cat de cat fericit...esti singura persoana cu care am fost pe care nu am fost capabila sa o insel sau sa o mint :) si asta inseamna mult...sper sa fi fericit robotzel...si poate sa sti ca cineva, undeva te iubeste mult..&lt;br /&gt;si ca sa ramanem in familie, Zuzu...mersi ca nu m-ai judecat desi aveai motive...am vorbit si sunt asa de fericita ca am ajuns sa vorbim si sa ne cunoastem...sincer...as vrea sa te vad fericita, successful, mereu vesela si o sursa de buna dispozitie, cu ochii tai albastrii :) ce sa mai zic...fii puternica fata...nu lasa pe nimeni sa te schimbe sau sa te calce in picioare..&lt;br /&gt;A doua blonda cu ochi albastrii....Adina....bhaaa te iubesc bha...stiu ca nu prea stiu sa o arat si ca sunt mai egoista de fel...nimeni nu este perfect...nu incerc sa ma justific, nu as avea de ce mai ales ca tu ma cunosti asa de bine....sunt aceiasi in mare parte numai ca mai impovorata de responsabilitati, de lene si de durere...inca mai resimt anumite lipsuri din viata mea, si nu cele materiale, si anume spirtuale...&lt;br /&gt;M-a durut odata cu tine, cam tot ce ti s-a intamplat...si cateodata ma doare sa stiu ca esti asa indiferenta si nepasatoare...si nu cu mine...cu anumite situatii in general...insa este cea mai buna metoda pe care ai putea sa o adopti....increderea este ceva de nepretuit, si eu am incredere in tine...si desi nu voi mai fi aici in tara, sti ca mereu vei gasi un spriin in mine, asta daca vei vrea sa ma cauti...&lt;br /&gt;Daduuu...stranie coincidenta ne-a adus impreuna si acum simt ca imi esti indispensabil...fratii the brothers, zbanghi zbanghi, in ritm dezordonat....toate sfaturile intelese cu greu...le tin in inima....si pe tine te iubesc creztulina mea...ai adus un nou gust in viata mea si sunt asa de fericita ca am ajuns sa ne cunoastem...de-abia astept sa-mi faci vizita promisa in Anglia..:D sa mergem in fabrica :D "ahaaa..deci asculti d'n'b...acu se intelege de ce esti asa de sucita :))"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy...big boobs aka silviu:D..prietenul sfatos si spatos care mereu sare in ajutor cand ai nevoie de un sfat, de companie...pe tine...pfaaa...mersi de cartofii prajiti de azi si de plimbarile cu rolele si sfaturi, vorbe, ironie...cam asa se sintetizeaza relatia noastra :)&lt;br /&gt;Insa in viata nu ai numai persoane care sa te inteleaga, cu care sa vorbesti si care sa iti fie aproape...cateodata unele persoane se par a fi un munte de dezamagire si durere, fata de care in timp ajungi sa fi indiferent..&lt;br /&gt;Asa simplu, o fratie de 2 ani se duce pe apa sambetei...minciuni, ipocrizie..Radu,tu mi-ai dat cea mai mare lovitura, si picatura care a umplut paharul care m-a determinat sa imi schimb atitudinea complet....Am investit incredere in tine, speranta, si eram dispusa sa imi investesc si sentimentele...bine insa ca am aflat la timp ce iti poate pielea, dupa ce ai mai facut pe cineva care nu merita sa sufere...te vinzi pe iluzii usoare si perisabile, cand de fapt nu esti nici mai mult, nici mai putin decat un simplu drogat..ratat...stiu ca aceste cuvinte nu te influenteaza cu nimic..dar nici ca imi mai pasa...ce a fost a fost si nu o sa mai fie,de fapt nimic nu o sa mai fie intre mine si tine...practic...ai murit...si fratia noastra odata cu minciunile tale...nu iti doresc nimic pentru viitor, pentru ca stiu ca TU nu iti doresti...&lt;br /&gt;...Manki...de fapt nu am nimic cu tine...mi-am facut damblaua...chiar nu stiu de ce crezi ca te-am iubit...numai pentru ca am mintit frumos? nu....intr-adevar..ai fost un test bun sa vad cat de buna actrita sunt, cat pot sa te mint..o singura data am fost sincera cu tine, in baie la citire, cand ti-am zis de....si de bunicul  meu....in rest, cand am plans, ai gustat lacrimi de crocodil..:) vezi tu:)) pot sa plang cam la comanda..:) si daca m-am culcat cu tine..:-?? sincer..pentru mine nu a insemnat nimic...aai fost doar un altul in viata mea...al 4-lea mai clar ..in rest...:-?? nimic...daca am facut sa iti fie rau...nu a facut-o ca am ceva cu tine, ci ca nu aveam ce face...insa nu e frumos sa zici de Bianca ce ai zis si pe urma sa faci pe nestiutorul...sau sa zici ca bran a zis nu stiu ce despre mine, ceea ce nu e adevarat...ca apoi sa mai vb urat si de georgiana...vezi tu....nu e etic....as vrea sa devin lectia ta de morala...te bateai cu pumnii in piept ca mama mama ce responsabil esti si ca poti si si matur..nu mai manca cacat..sau daca o faci. macar fa-o cu lingurita si cat mai departe sa nu puta la noi...&lt;br /&gt;m-ai lasat cand aveam cea mai mare nevoie de tine :-?? deci....nu esti capabil sa faci fata unor realitati...sa fugi de acasa...gimme a break...whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa inchei apoteotic...viata nu este usoara...nici nu trebuie sa fie..altfel ar fi plictisitoare si fara sens...exista 2 categorii de oameni...cei prosti si cei destepti ( citat mama :D) nu trebuie sa fim cu toti destepti, nu trebuie sa ne maturizam cu totii&lt;br /&gt;Imi ador viata...asa cum e...am un acoperis deasupra capului, familie, prieteni...calatorii :) tot&lt;br /&gt;O sa-mi fie dor de moacele adinei si lu zuzu pe motoare, de "daaaa-ul" lui Dadu, de cumingul lui Silviu, de fata Dianei cand o pupi sau o iei in brate, de diminetile la Bran cu cafeaua, plimbarile cu Mifotea, de zambetul lui Mahay, de fata Lui dobosh prin web:)) cand imi zice sa ma duc de partea lu za darc said:))gara din breaza, foisorul, TNB-ul si asa mai departe....toti care va vedeti aici pe lista...VA iubesc si o sa MI fie DOR de voi:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England...here I come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469469665691060417-4177912720188428553?l=e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-mai-tru-asa.blogspot.com/feeds/4177912720188428553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3469469665691060417&amp;postID=4177912720188428553' title='4 Comments'/><link 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