<?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-1284457303760709843</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:37:48.071+02:00</updated><category term='secret'/><category term='personal'/><category term='muzica buna'/><category term='vis'/><category term='folk'/><category term='ciudat'/><title type='text'>Mara</title><subtitle type='html'>Daca nu incetezi sa crezi numai ce vrei,pierzi!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-1817115299354366414</id><published>2012-02-01T21:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:13:06.904+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic!</title><content type='html'>Stiu ca am zis ca voi reveni la scris,dar acum in nici un caz nu fac asta,ci doar o trecere in revista a unei intamplari. Sunt in prima zi de sesiune,inca nu simt panica pe care o aveam acum cateva zile...si sunt din ce in ce mai surprinsa. Astazi,1 februarie 2012,tatal meu,mi-a cumparat primul pachet de tigari! Kent lung! Cu un zambet molipsitor,si ochii aia ai lui albastri,s-a uitat la mine si m-a intrebat "profund": "-si...tigari mai ai? Hai profita de ocazie cat poti. Hmm,ce fumezi tu?!..aa,gata,stiu-Kent lung." iar apoi catre doamna de la casa :"Puneti si un pachet de tigari. Azi e la promotie!"... Deci..azi a fost la promotie. Oare asa va fi si la examenul de maine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-1817115299354366414?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/1817115299354366414/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=1817115299354366414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/1817115299354366414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/1817115299354366414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2012/02/epic.html' title='Epic!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-3946247157280764973</id><published>2011-12-31T02:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T02:18:38.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2012!</title><content type='html'>Dragii mei,incep prin a-mi cere scuze pentru lipsa mea virtuala. Prioritatile au cam fost stabilite deocamdata iar timpul limitat,dar nu am dat la o parte blogger-itul. Promit sa revin cat de curand cu noutati si ceva interesant.Pana atunci sa aveti parte de un an nou plin de intelegere,bunatate,sanatate,comunicare si intelepciune,ca se pare ca ne lipsesc din plin. Sa aveti o imaginatie bogata si putere de schimbare in bine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-3946247157280764973?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/3946247157280764973/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=3946247157280764973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/3946247157280764973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/3946247157280764973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html' title='2012!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-7497309639841682399</id><published>2011-02-21T23:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:59:10.169+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu Z!</title><content type='html'>Si aseara pentru prima oara, mi-am dorit sa fiu intinsa pe iarba,sa aud greierii cantand si sa simt adierea vantului racoros de vara cum imi plimba suvitele de par peste fatza.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am dorit din nou sa simt asteptarea,sa iti spun "bine ai venit" si apoi "pa..ne mai vedem",desi amandoi eram constienti ca era ultima oara cand ne intalneam.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am dorit sa ma topesc in bratele tale,desi afara erau +38 de grade,si mi-am dorit sa ma strangi atat de tare,incat sa am impresia ca imbratisarea ta se va lipi de mine si nu imi va da drumul niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am dorit...si imi doresc,sa ai macar putina incredere in mine.Nu iti promit ca nu te voi deZamagi,nu iti promit ca te voi iubi sau ca nu te voi uita,dar iti spun doar ca acum iti sunt alaturi.&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru prima oara imi doresc ca timpul sa zboare sute de zile,sa ma trezesc intr-o zi oarecare de vara,cu capul pe pieptul tau,afara sa fie noapte,iar noi sa ne invelim doar cu infinitatea de stele!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-7497309639841682399?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/7497309639841682399/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=7497309639841682399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/7497309639841682399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/7497309639841682399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2011/02/si-pentru-prima-oara.html' title='Cu Z!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-7493167888125037297</id><published>2011-02-11T00:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:45:37.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De ce gonim barbatii de langa noi?!De ce nu puteam accepta pe cineva care sa fie alaturi de noi neconditionat? De ce nu ne lasam iubite? De ce nu mai credem in povestile alea frumoase de dragoste in care increderea si sinceritatea primeaza? Si de ce punem atatea intrebari si nu ne multumeste nici un raspuns? (Caci in fond,tot ce e in mintea nostra, credem...Si in momentul in care nimeni nu iti mai poate scoate din cap o idee,gandete te mai bine...Poate ca gresesti,si de fapt nimic nu e ceea ce pare...si totusi...De ce respingem iubirea?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-7493167888125037297?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/7493167888125037297/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=7493167888125037297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/7493167888125037297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/7493167888125037297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2011/02/de-ce-gonim-barbatii-de-langa-noide-ce.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-1015759012628401682</id><published>2010-12-25T18:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:06:11.503+02:00</updated><title type='text'>10 lucruri dorite pentru 2011 !</title><content type='html'>• Mai putine dezamagiri&lt;br /&gt;• Intelepciune&lt;br /&gt;• Bunatate&lt;br /&gt;• Intelegere&lt;br /&gt;• Nota mare la bac&lt;br /&gt;• Sa intru la facultatea dorita&lt;br /&gt;• Un apartament frumos in Bucuresti&lt;br /&gt;• Sanatate pentru parintii mei si fratele meu (desi suna ca un cliseu)&lt;br /&gt;• Sa iesim din criza&lt;br /&gt;• Si poate poate poate o masinuta cu care sa merg ,ca sa nu mai tin permisul degeaba in portofel:”&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-1015759012628401682?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/1015759012628401682/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=1015759012628401682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/1015759012628401682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/1015759012628401682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-lucruri-dorite-pentru-2011.html' title='10 lucruri dorite pentru 2011 !'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-3140679020685696384</id><published>2010-11-27T15:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T16:29:09.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trei puncte..</title><content type='html'>Vroiam de mult sa incep sa mai scriu ceva aici,dar timpul mi-e atat de limitat incat si inspiratia incepe sa paleasca.Nici acum nu stiu ce vreau sa scriu,intru cat ma invart intr-un cerc de sentimente si dispozitii de neinteles...As incepe cam asa : E sfarsitul lui noiembrie  ,si toata lumea incepe sa se lase invadata de spiritul Sarbatorilor...Nici macar nu e decembrieee! Pe langa multi prieteni de ai mei care incep sa se lase coplesiti deja de acesta atmosfera,eu inca am ramas cu picioarele pe pamanat...Chiar prea pe pamanat.Nu inteleg de ce oamenii se simt atat de bine dispusi cand vad acele lumini colorate si mosuleti falsi ( la inceputul lui decembrie ,cand probabil ca mosul cel adevarat inca mai e in vacanta in Miami) si ochii le sclipesc cand trec pe langa vreun magazin care s-a aprovizionat din timp cu tot felul de globuri si cadouri...Poate ca sunt eu mai ciudata sau poate ca nu pot fi in asentiment cu ei...dar mi se pare o mare prostie sa incepi sa faci reclame la Craciun din noiembrie.Ca sa nu mai spun ca multe magazine au si brazi cu tot felul de luminite pe ei. GEN! Si ca de obicei lumea incepe sa se gandeasca ce cadou sa ia (intre noi fie vorba,unul mai ieftin-ca tot ii criza-ieftin.dar atata timp cat atentia conteazaaa...) RIIIGHHHT! Cate femei vor multumi cu acelasi entuziasm la vederea unui stilou sau a unei rame foto,decat la un inel/colier sau cercei?! Si normal ca lumea isi face planuri,oamenii se iubesc cu patima,se plimba frumusel prin oras de manuta,si admira ultimele raze ale soarelui,inainte sa vina zapada (mai trecand pe langa o vitrina cu cadouri si fulgi de nea desenati!) Aici mi-am cam descarcat eu frustrarile legate de anotimpul asta.Sincera sa fiu,URASC IARNA! Nu suport absolut nimic legat de perioadat asta.Daca vreau zapada ma duc la munte,daca vreau cadouri-imi fac in orice perioada cadouri,daca vreau sa inghet de frig..nu fac nimic! Pentru ca nu vreau sa inghet si nu imi place zapada! Trecand peste aceste mici detalii deranjante pentru mine,nu vreau sa stric nimanui entuziasmul molesitor pentru aceast anotimp. Chiar va recomand sa ascultati   Mariah Carey - All I Want For Christmas Is You ,e o melodie draguta si cred ca toti romanticii se regasesc in ea...&lt;br /&gt;   (Trecand de la una la asta),Uitandu-ma mai atenta pe blog,mi-am dat seama ca pentru o persoana care nu se indragosteste sau crede in iubire sau in dragoste la prima vedere,scriu destul de mult si de des despre asta...si incerc sa scriu despre tot ce observ...despre barbati ,despre femei ,despre relatii si despartiri,si o data cu tot ce se intampla in jurul meu,traiesc si eu cu aceeasi intensitoate...Observ cum multe femei ar face orice pentru barbatul de langa ele,si le observ cum suferinta le iese prin ultimul por ca si cum iubirea lui  ar fi totul pentru ele...Si nu inteleg....Chiar nu inteleg cum se ajunge la asta...Cum se ajunge la o chestie atat de profunda incat persoana de langa tine sa iti fie totul,si se contopeasca cu persoana ta,ca atunci cand inevitabila despartire se produce sa simti cum se rupe din tine fiecare bucatica daruita...Stiu ca de la spiritul Craciunului am ajuns la iubirea profunda,dar in mintea mea se produc atat de multe chestii incat incerc sa le pun cap la cap si nu reusesc...Trec printr-o perioada pe care nu o pot explica desi as vrea din tot sufletul ,si daca nu pot sa spun ce simt, pentru ca cineva sa fie langa mine,atunci...sunt eu alaturi de altii! Sper sa va bucurati de ce aveti si daca nu aveti...luptati pentru acel lucru. Pana data viitoare sper sa va pot spune lucruri concrete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NYhIgT8YIrk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NYhIgT8YIrk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-3140679020685696384?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/3140679020685696384/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=3140679020685696384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/3140679020685696384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/3140679020685696384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2010/11/trei-puncte.html' title='Trei puncte..'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-6436155044670624458</id><published>2010-09-27T22:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:15:52.885+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shontelle - Impossible</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/NWdrO4BoCu8/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NWdrO4BoCu8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NWdrO4BoCu8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-6436155044670624458?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/6436155044670624458/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=6436155044670624458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/6436155044670624458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/6436155044670624458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2010/09/shontelle-impossible.html' title='Shontelle - Impossible'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-5404239101574298617</id><published>2010-09-27T21:33:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:33:56.817+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana Blandiana-A Fi sau A Privi</title><content type='html'>"A fi bun nu e o calitate,ci un talent care trebuie exersat si piere din lipsa de antrenament."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adevaratul merit este sa descoperi partile urate ale unei lumi care se lasa cucerita de tine; dezgustul dezinteresat,existand in sine nu ca urmare a faptului ca ai fost respins sau ca nu ai avut succes; sa observi in plin triumf grimasele de admiratie ale celor ce te aclama..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Un melc inainta trudnic prin iarba,tatonand precaut cu cele doua randuri de antene mari si nelinistite centimetrii de aer din fata.Totusi,cand i-am intins un betisor mai solid s-a catarat pe el fara sa se intrebe daca nu-i o cursa.Se grabea deodata,cu cochilia atarnandu-i intr-o parte sau in alta ca o scufie de betiv,iar cand am lasat vreascul din mana,parasaindu-l,nemaijucandu-ma cu viata lui,s-a aratat deodata dezamagit si parca mirat ca lumea mea nu e asa de solida pe cum credea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feminitatea unor femei seamana acelor bijuterii atat de scumpe incat sunt tinute in seifurile bancilor,in timp ce xeroxuri impecabile sunt purtate in numele lor in lume,inlocuindu-le perfect si nascand chiar ideea inutilitatii originalelor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Constiinta ca pot sa-mi pretind mie insami orice ma duce la cea mai severa modestie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Importanta nu e cauza suferintei,ci intensitatea ei.Poti sa suferi pentru o jignire cat ar suferi altul pentru un cataclism.De altfel,suferi de multe ori dupa ce ti-a devenit indiferent obiectul si chiar cauza suferintei."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unul din paradoxurile lumii moderme este ca ne simtim,cu totii,insingurati fara a reusi sa fim singuri."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O bucurie cu atat mai completa,cu cat e mai fara motiv."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exista in noi o continua tendinta de amanare a implinirii,ne place sa impingem transformarea viitorului in prezent cat mai departe,pana la limita in care,nemairamanand destul destul timp,viitorul se transforma direct in trecut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orgoliul meu este atat de mare,incat nu mai lasa loc vanitatii."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sunt lucruri atat de serioase,incat nu pot fi spuse decat in gluma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"De cand exista lumea,cea mai mare problema a desteptilor,este cum sa se faca intelesi de prosti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A fi prieten&lt;/span&gt; inseamna infinit mai mult decat &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a avea prieteni&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A fi drept &lt;/span&gt;este,evident,superior lui &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a avea dreptate&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A fi liber&lt;/span&gt; este mai important decat &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a avea libertate&lt;/span&gt;.Cateva farame aruncate intr-un talgher al balantei care de la facerea lumii incearca sa echilibreze cele doua verbe despre care s-au scris si se vor mai scrie atatea carti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nu faptul ca mint,ci faptul ca incearca sa para sinceri ma scoate din minti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deosebirea dintre a fi indragostit si a iubi este deosebirea dintre talent si geniu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tainele marii nu se dezleaga pe mal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Un prieten mi-a reprosat tonul pe care il folosesc uneori,ton care i se pare lui exasperat,dar de care eu nu-mi dau seama,ba sunt tentata chiar sa nu-l recunosc.M-am oprit inspaimantata.Fiecare ducem cu noi prin lume nenumarati asemenea parametrii,care noua ne sunt necunoscuti,dar care pentru ceilalti sunt poate principala noastra definitie.Este ca si cum am avea o parte din corp pe care nu ne-o putem vedea in nici o oglinda si de a carei existenta,in mod firesc,ne indoim,chiar cand ni se vorbeste de ea.Un element de care noi nici nu suntem constienti este pentru ceilalti &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;noi insine&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suntem nefericiti nu pentru ca ne lipseste fericirea,ci pentru ca absenta ei nu atarna de noi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suportam cu greu frigul,dar am pornit in expeditii la poli; Nu putem suporta foamnea,dar am facut greva foamei; Uram razboaiele,dar plecam voluntari pe front; Putem tacea,dar nu ni se poate impune tacerea; Cunosc oameni disperati de a fi parasiti de femei pe care le-ar fi parasit singuri oricand; Sunt fericita cand reusesc sa fiu singura si sufar cand sunt lasata singura.M-am intrebat adesea,daca fara  interdictia divina, Eva ar fi muscat din mar.Probabil nu,cu siguranta nu,dar faptul ca impotriva legilor a facut-o dovedeste stralucitor ca o fericire impusa inseamna mai putin decat o nefericire aleasa."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-5404239101574298617?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/5404239101574298617/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=5404239101574298617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/5404239101574298617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/5404239101574298617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2010/09/ana-blandiana-fi-sau-privi.html' title='Ana Blandiana-A Fi sau A Privi'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-5626242221374350466</id><published>2010-09-08T12:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T12:28:22.344+03:00</updated><title type='text'>18 ani !</title><content type='html'>Fiecare varsta e altfel…fiecare perioada e diferita…iubesti diferit,simti diferit,privesti lucrurile dintr-o perspectiva total noua si reactionezi altfel…Nu poti compara 15 ani cu 18,un baiat cu un altul,sau marea cu muntele…Pe fiecare iubesti intr-un alt mod,si cu intensitate mai mare sau mai mica,iar amintirile sunt mai intense ..sau nu!&lt;br /&gt; Ajungem la o varsta (in cazul meu ,18 ani) in care nu ne vine sa credem ca intr-adevar am crescut,si ca puteam fi, pe bune, responsabili de noi (nu ca inainte nu eram,dar acum toata lumea tine sa iti aminteasca asta,fiind major,sa nu cumva sa ajungi in puscarie(cu putina exagerare)).&lt;br /&gt; Am 18 ani si nu regret nimic din ce am facut pana acum…Am amintiri frumoasa,am regrete,am deceptii,si am zambete…Le am pe toate si nu le regret.Fiecare experienta,fiecare persoana din viata mea a insemnat ceva.Si am invatat de la toti si din toate.Lucrurile bune le-am ales iar pe cele rele …ei bine..poate ca uneori nu stiam sa fac diferenta,dar ce rost mai avea daca erau toate bune si perfecte?!  Am cunoscut oameni care ma incurajau in tot ce vreau sa fac (teatru) ,sau dimpotriva care imi spuneau ca nu am nici o sansa…nu i-am ascultat.De ce sa iti bati capu’ cu altii,cand poti sa te concentrezi asupra ta?!&lt;br /&gt; Am 18 ani,si simt lucrurile altfel,gandesc altfel,si am asteptari mai mari de la mine. &lt;br /&gt;Tu cum esti/erai la 18 ani?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-5626242221374350466?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/5626242221374350466/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=5626242221374350466&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-6301425163216348030</id><published>2010-04-17T22:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:25:24.843+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r920QgrvfQU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r920QgrvfQU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt mai multe versiuni ale melodiei,dar aceasta imi place cel mai mult.Enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-6301425163216348030?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/6301425163216348030/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=6301425163216348030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/6301425163216348030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/6301425163216348030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunt-mai-multe-versiuni-ale-melodieidar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-6320993204074656395</id><published>2010-04-15T18:08:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:18:47.554+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dub FX</title><content type='html'>Acum ceva timp,un prieten mi-a aratat niste melodii destul de frumoase.Sau mai bine spus,m-a cam obilgat sa le ascult,cu pretextul "asculta si tu sa vezi cum e,poate devii fana".Din curiozitate am ascultat,iar apoi ce sa spun...chiar mi-au placut.Postez 2 melodii,de la Dub FX,si sper sa va placa si voua:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UiInBOVHpO8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UiInBOVHpO8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x9WrXrN47Yg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x9WrXrN47Yg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-6320993204074656395?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/6320993204074656395/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=6320993204074656395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/6320993204074656395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/6320993204074656395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2010/04/dub-fx-love-someone.html' title='Dub FX'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-9106109897793018538</id><published>2010-03-10T01:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T01:36:16.064+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca dragostea dispare!</title><content type='html'>Nu m-ai ramane nimic...de fapt,ba da...mi-a ramas amintirea ta.Mi-au ramas fulgii de zapada de pe buzele noastre si mi-a ramas si vineri...Vechea vineri in care ningea,vineri,15,si noua vineri in care a nins la fel ca si atunci...doar situatia si compania era diferita de data asta...la fel  si zapada.Stii cu ce nu am ramas?..Nu am ramas cu tine,desi imi doream,si imi doresc.Si ma enerveaza ironiile tale,ma enerveaza subtilitatea ta si ma enerveaza ca niciodata nu spui lucrurilor pe nume!Imi pare rau...Nu te-am uitat,pentru ca zapada nu imi da voie.Ti-a ramas amprenta asupra mea, o data  cu toate melodiile in care ne regasim."Amintirile raman",a fost din suflet si reala.A nins tare.A nins vineri,si as vrea sa te obisnuiesti din nou cu mine.Atat teoretic ,cat si practic.Desi e un pic cam imposibil.M-am resemnat deja.:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-9106109897793018538?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/9106109897793018538/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=9106109897793018538&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/9106109897793018538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/9106109897793018538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2010/03/daca-dragostea-dispare.html' title='Daca dragostea dispare!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-8719956345385165433</id><published>2010-02-19T01:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T01:56:23.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tu...</title><content type='html'>Mi-era dor de tine...A fost primul lucru' pe care am vrut sa ti-l spun,dar mi-am pierdut cuvintele printe zecile de explicatii la care ma gandeam...Ai fost mitzili meu...Singurul la care ma gandeam atunci cand alergam pe ploaie in seara cand ai plecat...Singurul care mi-a spus "infinit",si singurul care vroia sa se apuce de cizmarie pentru ca imi placea mie melodia.Mai stii zambetul ala subtil de la ora 14:03?Eu il tin minte ca si cum ar fi ieri...Imi aduc aminte pana si escapada noastra in Turcia pentru o cafea...Doamne..cate amintiri...Pitestiul va fi mereu al nostru...la fel,va fi si Vama,si toate melodiile care tie nu iti plac si pe care eu le ascult,si toate melodiile care mie nu imi plac si tu le asculti...Te-ai schimbat...Imi pare rau ca regreti ca m-ai cunoscut...ti-am spus sa nu te atasezi de mine..nu a fost bine de la inceput...Nu fi sarcastic acum...Totusi nu merit atat de multa ironie...Te-am pierdut si o data cu tine tot infinitul zambetelor noastre!SFARSIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-8719956345385165433?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/8719956345385165433/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=8719956345385165433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/8719956345385165433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/8719956345385165433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2010/02/tu.html' title='tu...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-4691732859243305189</id><published>2010-02-01T01:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T01:59:01.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crezi tu?</title><content type='html'>Crezi ca vreau sa imi spui ca ma iubesti?...Oooo,nu..Vreau doar sa ma iei in brate si sa imi spui ca va fi bine...Nu vreau sa imi stergi lacrima si sa imi spui ca nu suporti sa vezi o fata plangand.Lasa-ma sa plang,daca vreau,si fii alaturi de mine.Nu imi provoci tu durerea,dar din cauza ta ma doare...Ma dor regretele si prea multe de "iarta-ma".O data cu prima ninsoare,si tu ai ramas intiparit in mine,numai ca nu pot sa te indepartez.Dar imi place asa...imi place sa stiu ca esti al meu,macar pentru cateva ore...Sau cel putin ai fost al meu.Nu suspin degeaba cand sunt in preajma ta,dar suspin pentru ca stiu ca orice poveste are si un final.Nu vreau sa vad finalul...Il refuz..Pot?Te rog,spune-mi ca pot.Vreau ca macar,pentru inca o ninsoare sa te pastrez...Sunt egoista ca vreau "o ninsoare" doar pentru mine,dar frigul m-a facut fericita.Si in mod special vreau acel fulg de pe buza ta.Numai unul singur si numai al tau...Vreau sa tac cu tine,si sa iti fur zambetul subtil,caci doar asa ma mai pot salva de la un "iarta-ma" gresit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-4691732859243305189?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/4691732859243305189/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=4691732859243305189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/4691732859243305189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/4691732859243305189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2010/02/crezi-tu.html' title='Crezi tu?'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-8115084342509372948</id><published>2010-01-14T17:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:07:44.274+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Votati,va rog</title><content type='html'>Prieteni!Am nevoie de ajutorul vostru pentru Festivalul National de Arte pentru Liceeni pe care il sustin.E simplu, e gratis, dar votul vostru poate aduce finantarea de care are nevoie.Aici &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.taraluiandrei.ro/orasul-tau/voteaza-proiectul-lunii.html &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,bifati casuta din stanga proiectului Festivalul National de Arte pentru Liceeni - LicArt , completati miniformularul si votati (Nu dati pe "detalii").Va mai trebui sa confirmati primirea mailului de la ei. Va rog dati mai departe acest mesaj, cu copy si paste.Va multumesc!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc mult si raman dator&lt;br /&gt;Radu Herjeu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum, Radu Herjeu va ramane dator pentru votul dumneavostra,toti tinererii viitori actori si nu numai v-ar fi recunoscatori pentru cele doar 30 de secunde pe care le-ati petrece votand acest proiect.Vrem ca micii artisti sa iasa la iveala si sa evolueze.Avem nevoie de acest proiect.Avem nevoie de voi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-8115084342509372948?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/8115084342509372948/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=8115084342509372948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/8115084342509372948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/8115084342509372948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2010/01/votativa-rog.html' title='Votati,va rog'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-1016890386637028246</id><published>2010-01-07T01:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:47:54.407+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce e amorul,Eminescule?</title><content type='html'>Intre doua ceasuri,ma indrept cu pasi greoi catre tine.Tu care mereu mi-ai fost alaturi si ai suferit cu mine.Am iubit in acelasi timp...tu o Madonna,eu un inger. Ne-am scris Balada inimilor pe prima frunza din copacul de langa lac si ne-am slavit melancolia in intregul Univers izolat.De noi...de mine..de tine...de toata lumea.Amandoi creeam.Tu erai un Fat-Frumos artist,eu eram o necunoscuta.Mi-am croit cararea catre ochii tai in fiecare zi mai mult,dar am ratacit drumul.Atunci am decis sa te astept oricate frunze va schimba pomul nostru.Eu voi fi acolo si te voi astepta.&lt;br /&gt;                    Surasul primaverii m-a surprins cu buzele pline de "dorinta","iubind in taina".Si nu ai mai aparut....Am ramas "la mijloc de codru","departe de tine","atat de frageda",asa cum eram in prima zi.&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu m-ai vii sa imi vezi ochii cum uda drumul  pe care am calcat de atatea ori?Lasa-ti lumea si construieste cu mine un intreg univers.Iti voi fi si soare si luna,si pamant si cer,si zi si noapte.Iti voi fi totul si ma voi renaste din tarana amintirilor pierdute.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru tine,care ai fost suparat in noaptea aia,pentru tine care te imbujorai de dorinta,pentru tine care ai fost umbra,ucenic,stapan si sclav.Doar pentru tine rugaciunea mea e adresata in fiecare secunda.&lt;br /&gt;                   S-a dus amorul!&lt;br /&gt;Pierdut in suferinta,te faci ca n-auzi cum bate miezul noptii prinzandu-te cu ganduri si imagini,dupa atata vreme.&lt;br /&gt;N-am refacut niciodata poezia noastra,desi mi-as fi dorit o continuare....&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am dat seama tarziu ca tie iti datorez totul.Mi-am luat in mana destinul si mi-am imaginat toate lucrurile nefacute.A fost o revelatie.O flacara care a stat aprinsa prea mult timp nesupravegheata.Si a murit.Intr-un moment nepotrivit.Pentru ca ii era prea greu sa mai traiasca.&lt;br /&gt;Nu a fost dragoste,nici durere adevarata.Nu a fost nici o strafulgerare ca o lumina care te orbeste.Nu a fost decat o amagire bine definita,nuantata si limitata in tacere,amplificata mai apoi de sensibilitatea sufletului nostru.&lt;br /&gt;                 Am fumat iubirea noastra superficiala pana la filtru,ca mai apoi sa o arunc indiferenta.Nu ma simt vinovata pentru nimic,desi mi-as fi dorit sa nu iti spun "adio"&lt;br /&gt;Nu te-am tradat niciodata,ci doar eram prea indragostita de poeziile tale.Te-am parasit.Da.Dar nu te-am tradat.Trebuia sa ma indepartez,pentru ca opera ta ma strivea incet,ma ucidea lent si taia in bucati dragostea pentru tine.Asa superficiala cum era,o taia in mii de bucatele.&lt;br /&gt;Am plecat cu amintirea alte vieti,cu amintirea frunzei noastre,cu mirosul de noapte tarzie si cu sunetul greierilor din iarba strivita de picioarele noastre goale.Atunci am hotarat ca eram prea obosita pentru a mai continua o piesa pe care nu am fi jucat-o niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Fusese prea multa dragoste,atat cat puteam da,mai multa decat s-ar fi cazut.Prea multa dragoste!iar apoi neantul.&lt;br /&gt;Totul a inceput sa fie fals.Exact ca o "floare albastra" in mijlocul iernii!&lt;br /&gt;"Ochii?Cate dulci imagini au sorbit a lor lumina!&lt;br /&gt;Capul?O,de cate ori el a fost impopulat!&lt;br /&gt;Inima?Cata simtire framantat-a ea in sine?&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul?Cate sperante,cate visuri a pastrat?&lt;br /&gt;Am ramas in schimb cu portretul tau,desent pe ultima poezie,In fond,"ce a amorul"?...-un lung,lung sir de dorinte si amintiri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-1016890386637028246?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/1016890386637028246/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=1016890386637028246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/1016890386637028246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/1016890386637028246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2010/01/ce-e-amoruleminescule.html' title='Ce e amorul,Eminescule?'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-5793587915978511994</id><published>2009-12-17T03:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:40:29.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Niste raspunsuri[...]</title><content type='html'>Scriu pentru cei pe care i-am facut curiosi.Scriu pentru femei pe care nu am ce sa le invat-poate doar sa le ajut sa gaseasca mai usor drumul spre raspunsurile din ele.Scriu pentru barbatii care stiu sa planga,nu pentru cei care-si fac femeile sa planga.Scriu despre ce vad,ce aud,ce simt si despre ce pot schimba,macar in lumea pe care o povestesc.Scriu din naivitate,am senzatia ca pot muta intr-un om cuvintele pe care le scriu,astfel incat sa-l obsedeze.&lt;br /&gt;In povestile mele,poti fi ce personaj doresti.Sau poti veni doar in vizita.In ambele variante,castigi o experienta in plus.Nu-ti garantez ca vei afla raspunsurile pe care le astepti,dar nu e oare mai incitant sa te trezesti cu raspunsuri pentru care n-aveai inca intrebari?...&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am ales rolul scriitorului,pentru ca ma pot juca cu mintile oamenilor despre care scriu.Pentru ca scriitorul  nu e niciodata condamnat pentru faptele personajelor sale.Pentru ca scriitorul inventeaza lumea in care traiesc personajele lui si iti lasa oricand usa deschisa si tie...&lt;br /&gt;[...]Scriu pentru cei care,macar din cand in cand,le mai dau naibii de reguli si-si traiesc povestile interzise.Scriu in locul celor care au trait mai intens si mai colorat  ca mine,in speranta ca se vor regasi,si multumiti,printre persoanejele cu care abia astept sa le fac cunostinta.&lt;br /&gt;Scriu pentru ca imi plac la nebunie intrebarile si urasc raspunsurile,chiar daca uneori uneori avem atata nevoie de ele...&lt;br /&gt;Scriu din iubire,din credinta,din suflet si dintr-o  memorie pe care trebuie,din cand in cand,s-o resetez,ca sa imi incapa in ea tot ce mai vreau sa traiesc...Scriu pentru ca nu mi-e frica sa smulg din mine,caci am invatat sa pun mereu in loc altceva...&lt;br /&gt;[...]De cand ma stiu caut raspunsuri..Si cand cred ca le-am aflat,se mai naste o intrebare,mai apare o nedumerire,se mai incinge o indoiala...Continuu sa le caut cu incapatanare,nu din inertie,convinsa ca asta e structura mea,ca nu ma pot cladi decat pe raspunsuri,chiar daca trebuie,pentru unele,sa ma arunc in gol..N-am ales mereu metoda cea mai inteleapta si nici n-am gasit mereu raspunsul  pe care-l cautam.Mi se intampla uneori sa-mi placa muuult mai tare drumul pana la un raspuns,decat consistenta lui.Iar alteori ,ca voi toti,am revelatii-ma trezesc cu raspunsul plesnindu-ma peste fata ,exact cand ma astept cel mai putin.&lt;br /&gt;Am spus o data ca imi plac barbatii care par a avea niste raspunsuri.Sigur,ei reprezinta o minoritate, ca si noi femeile care AVEM  deja niste raspunsuri.Oricat de arogant ar suna,le avem,putine,cate sunt pentru ca ne-am chinuit sa le obtinem,pentru ca am scrasnit din dinti de dragul de a le capata,pentru ca le-am asteptat chiar si cand numai vedem nici macar speranta ca voi veni.A obtine niste raspunsuri  la intrebari care te framanta inseamna a afla  ceva despre tine.Atat.Si asta  conteaza cel mai mult,dupa mintea mea.&lt;br /&gt;De cate ori scriu ceva,sau stiu ca va ajunge la oameni necunoscuti,ma straduiesc sa scriu limpede,sa gandesc simplu si raspicat,sa nu dau verdicte,sa nu trag concluzii si sa nu fac pe desteapta.Imi reduc la cea mai mica scara preocuparile care nu ma acapareaza,si retin din oameni doar ce ma completeaza,ma face sa zambesc si ma inspira sa scriu.&lt;br /&gt;Desigur,cele mai multe raspunsuri le astept de la mine- de aceea poate le obtin atat de greu si de aceea raman mereu cu niste intrebari la care nimeni dar absolul nimeni nu cunoaste raspunsul corect ,de vreme ce apare mereu altul,la aceeasi intrebare.&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandesc mereu cate zeci de intrebari zac in noi pentru ca ne lipseste curajul de a le rosti.Ma antrenez mereu sa-mi formulez macar mie intrebarile esentiale si sa-mi raspund cu sinceritatea pe care n-as livra-o nimanui,sub nici un pretext.Am aflat raspunsuri care m-au gatuit de emotie,dar am si ascultat si cascade de tampenii,minciuni,platitudini si citate.Am inteles ca raspunsul interesant nu vine niciodata fara o intrebare asemenea,dar si ca poti risipi intrebarile magnifice pe niste raspunsuri jenante.Am invatat sa pun intrebari ,sa construiesc schema dificultatilor lor,sa le aleg pentru incalzire pe cele calde si sa le revars dintr-o data pe cele abrupte.Am invatat sa tac ca sa ascult raspunsuri.M-am antrenat sa evit raspunsuri ,pentru ca se intampla in viata de om,sa fii prea intrebat...&lt;br /&gt;Cand m-am indoit cel mai tare de mine si cand n-am mai stiut cum sa-mi raspund la intrebari (alea pe care le avem cu totii...),am cautat niste raspunsuri in privirea unor fiinte foarte dragi-si-am gasit acolo,fara vorbe si paranteze,raspunsuri seducatoare.Se face ca-n privirea care ma iubea cel mai mult, traia unul din cele mai rare si mai pretioase raspunsuri pe care le obtii intr-o viata de femeie...[...]&lt;br /&gt;Intotdeauna am sentimentul ca primii fulgi de zapada apar dintr-o magie,ca prima ninsoare din an e zambetul copilului din fiecare,ca atunci atunci cand ninge prima data se aseaza in noi un strat subtire de liniste alba si unul stralucitor de dorinte...Ca prima ninsoare trebuie traita in bucurie,intr-un romantism chiar un pic desuet,dar nascator de zambete si tihna-cu mere coapte,vin fiert si un om drag prin preajma.&lt;br /&gt;Cand vine prima ninsoare?Stiti,doar,ce greu e sa raspunzi,cu precizie,la cele mai banale intrebari...&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Mihaela Radulescu-"Niste raspunsuri"(ELLE,decembrie 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-5793587915978511994?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/5793587915978511994/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=5793587915978511994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/5793587915978511994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/5793587915978511994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2009/12/niste-raspunsuri.html' title='Niste raspunsuri[...]'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-4403389804861486590</id><published>2009-12-07T17:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:01:21.380+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Priveste-i ochii si incearca sa citesti!Si-a pierdut inima.&lt;br /&gt;A trecut prin edenul sufletului tau si si-a vandut-o.Cu toata increderea!Atunci credea in promisiuni.Credea si in tine si in coarda chitarei tale.&lt;br /&gt;Isi punea pe tava zambetul cu gropita si mergea subtil  si timid pe langa tine,in timp ce tu nu erai decat un "altul" special.Dar erai "altul" ei.Cu tot cu poeziile tale aberante si cu vocea subtire.&lt;br /&gt;Acum e a mea!&lt;br /&gt;Ai avut-o si ai pierdut toata lumea ce se varsa in ochii ei.&lt;br /&gt;Acum e fericita,impreuna cu toate lacrimile varsate si cu toate zambetele irosite.    "Invata a muri,tu,care stiai numai a omori"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Asta e pentru tine gargu'!:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-4403389804861486590?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/4403389804861486590/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=4403389804861486590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/4403389804861486590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/4403389804861486590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2009/12/priveste-i-ochii-si-incearca-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-5593145035328950821</id><published>2009-12-07T17:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:48:22.192+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A,I.R...V</title><content type='html'>Intrebare: Esti fericita?&lt;br /&gt;Rapuns: Nu&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare: De ce continui?&lt;br /&gt;Raspuns: Fara explicatie&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare: Infinit?&lt;br /&gt;Raspuns: Nu el!Tu!&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare: Renunti?&lt;br /&gt;Raspuns: La tine,nu&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare: Eu sau El?&lt;br /&gt;Raspuns: Confuza...&lt;br /&gt;Afirmatie: Vei pierde tot&lt;br /&gt;Raspuns: Orice,doar tu,nu!&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare: Alegi?&lt;br /&gt;Raspuns: Inca nu...&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare: Cand?&lt;br /&gt;Raspuns: Curand&lt;br /&gt;Afirmatie: Ma vei pierde!&lt;br /&gt;Raspuns: Pentru mine nu vei disparea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-5593145035328950821?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/5593145035328950821/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=5593145035328950821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/5593145035328950821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/5593145035328950821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2009/12/airv.html' title='A,I.R...V'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-3803903402748248764</id><published>2009-12-04T16:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:33:25.419+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><title type='text'>Secrete!</title><content type='html'>Initial,nu vroiam sa fac o noua postare,poate pentru ca (probabil) nici nu aveam chef sa scriu...dar cum stateam eu asa plictisita si uitandu-ma pe diferite bloguri,unul dintre subiectele unuia,mi-a atras atentia:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Care este cel mai ascuns secret al tau?&lt;/span&gt; Chiar m-a facut curioasa,am preluat ideea (nu ilegal,am acord:))si sper sa va destainuiti secretele cele mai bine pastrate.&lt;br /&gt;P.S:Puteti ramane sub anonimat,subiectul raspunsului conteaza mai mult:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-3803903402748248764?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/3803903402748248764/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=3803903402748248764&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/3803903402748248764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/3803903402748248764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2009/12/secrete.html' title='Secrete!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-1376024611745777982</id><published>2009-11-25T12:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:33:43.365+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vis'/><title type='text'>O clipa</title><content type='html'>20 Septembrie 2009. Ora 20:11:&lt;br /&gt;Am inchis ochii o clipa si am auzit din nou aceea melodie care imi tot suna in cap mereu.Aceeasi melodie enervanta,dar totusi cunoscuta!Ciudat e ca pe melodia aia simteam ca am dansat de atatea ori cu tine incat nu am putut sa o uit...hmm...da...chiar e ciudat.Tie nici nu iti place sa dansezi...Am incercat sa ma odihnesc dar cu neputinta.Mi-am deschis ochii si singurul lucru' care mi-a aparut in fata a fost Cristina,cu calendarul si degetul pus pe o o data.&lt;br /&gt;-Vreau sa dooorm...&lt;br /&gt;-Hey,trezeste-teeee.Azi ai petrecere la tine acasa!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Ceeee?&lt;br /&gt;-Daa.Nu mai tii minte?Dai o petrecere in cinstea faptului ca ai intrat la facultate.Iupiiii!&lt;br /&gt;-AA?Cine e atat de nebun incat sa dea o asemenea petrecere,si mai ales joi?&lt;br /&gt;-TU!&lt;br /&gt;-OOoo doamne.Nu o pot amana?&lt;br /&gt;-Ce??Esti nebuna?Toata lumea asteapta ziua asta,de vre-o luna asa&lt;br /&gt;-Si nu poti sa te ocupi tu de ei,iar eu sa dispar cam...toata noaptea si sa dorm?&lt;br /&gt;-Maraaa,termina si ridica-te.Haaaai!Mai e o ora si trebuie sa vina toti si mai ales Andreeei&lt;br /&gt;-Toti?Andrei?&lt;br /&gt;-Da.AI cam aproape 50 de persoanee.Si da.Andrei.Prietenul taaau...&lt;br /&gt;-O doamneee.O doamneee&lt;br /&gt;-Hai sa te aranjezi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora 20:54:&lt;br /&gt;Simt ca trebuie neaparat sa fumez.Nici acum nu imi pot imgina cum am putut sa dau EU o petrecere cu atatia oameni.Si mai ales ce motiv stupid am ales.Doamneee.Si totusi...Andrei?Cred ca e singurul lucru bun din toata harababura asta.Dar noi nu mai suntem impreuna de o gramada de timp.Oare ne-am impacat?Offff....si iar imi suna in cap melodia aia oribila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora 21:16&lt;br /&gt;Au inceput sa vina astia!&lt;br /&gt;-Hey Mara.Uite-te la tine,ce bine arati!&lt;br /&gt;-Hey...mmm...mersi.&lt;br /&gt;-Maraa,fii pe faza.Vine Andrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Buna iubire.Misto petrecere.Arati supeeer&lt;br /&gt;-(Iubire?Misto?Super?Ce naiba e cu toti?)Buna...Andrei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora 00:23&lt;br /&gt;Deja simt ca se invarte casa cu mine.Ce dumnezeu o fi?Toata lumea e ciudata.Iar Andrei a dansat toata noaptea.Andrei nu danseazaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Septembrie 2009.Ora 22:13&lt;br /&gt;Ma trezesc buimaca.19 septembrie...Aoileuuu....Dau petrecere..&lt;br /&gt;-Cristinaaaa...Cristinaaaa.Nimeni nu-i ma acasa cand ai nevoie..Tre' sa-l sun pe Andrei&lt;br /&gt;-ALO..da&lt;br /&gt;-Andrei...buna...sunt Mara&lt;br /&gt;-Mara..hei...&lt;br /&gt;-Putem sa ne intalnim 5 min in fata la Jeff's?&lt;br /&gt;-Sigur.&lt;br /&gt;-Ok.ms...&lt;br /&gt;-Stii...si eu vreau sa vorbesc cu tine.Ne vedem acolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora 22:30&lt;br /&gt;Imi tremura mainile ca altceva...oricum nu e din cauza lui Andrei...ci...pur si simplu'&lt;br /&gt;-Buna Mara...&lt;br /&gt;-Buna Andrei...&lt;br /&gt;-Uite Mara..lasa-ma pe mine sa iti spun primul...o sa imi pierd cuvintele dupa aia&lt;br /&gt;-Ok...Te ascult&lt;br /&gt;-Stiu ce ne-am despartit acum o gramada de timp,dar ...eu nu pot sa te uit.Ai fost infinit si vreau sa fii in continuare...&lt;br /&gt;-Andrei...&lt;br /&gt;-Te rog gandeste-te...nu spune ceva pripit&lt;br /&gt;-Andrei...infinit esti si tu pentru mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora 22:37&lt;br /&gt;M-a luat in brate.Doamne cat de mult mi-a lipsit parfumul lui si buzele groase pe gatul meu...&lt;br /&gt;Apoi aud melodia aia oribila iar...Doamnee..nu mai scap de ea.&lt;br /&gt;-Hey,stii ca melodia asta a fost a noastra?&lt;br /&gt;-AAA?Ce melodie?&lt;br /&gt;-Asta care canta acum&lt;br /&gt;Si deodata imi aduc aminte melodia.Da.Era a noastra...De aia o uram asa de mult.Cred ca incepe sa imi placa din nou.&lt;br /&gt;-Domnisoara dansati?&lt;br /&gt;-Andrei,nu te prosti..Tu nu dansezi&lt;br /&gt;-E un inceput pentru toate.Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora 23:00&lt;br /&gt;Se pare totusi ca nu e totul pierdut.Si macar 2 lucruri in visul ala au fost adevarate.E frumos te trezesti din nou!&lt;br /&gt;-Andrei....&lt;br /&gt;-DA&lt;br /&gt;-Stii cumva daca dau o petrece cu 50 de invitati maine?&lt;br /&gt;-HAHAHA.tuuu?Petrecere?In ce vis?&lt;br /&gt;-eee...Ma gandeam doar.Vroiam sa fiu sigura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFINIT ANDREI!INFINIT MARA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-1376024611745777982?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/1376024611745777982/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=1376024611745777982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/1376024611745777982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/1376024611745777982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-clipa.html' title='O clipa'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-2972164506646088206</id><published>2009-11-16T22:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:42:25.132+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudat'/><title type='text'>674 si infinit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Totul a inceput de la "Bem o cafea?" si a continuat cu ochii lui albastri si parul blond stralucind in soare.Cateodata e mai bine sa renunti si sa lasi pe altii in fata ta,stiind ca isi doresc mai mult decat tine.Nu am renuntat la el.Da...am vrut.Dar totusi nu am facut-o.&lt;br /&gt; Poate ca zambestul lui de la ora 14:10 imi dadea o mica speranta.Orice ar fi,acum vorbim de un viitor impreuna.Un viitor aproape imposibil.E realist iar eu optimista.Canta la chitara iar eu il ascult.Amandoi suntem pasionati de teatru.Foarte pasionati!Si totusi,ceva ne sta in cale.Dar nu indeajuns de mult incat sa ne pierdem speranta.&lt;br /&gt;-Hai sa fugim la mare,sa ne jucam cu picioarele in nisip,si sa traim infinit printre picaturi de apa sarata!&lt;br /&gt;-Cred ca e cam frig pentru asta acum.Desi mi-ar placea...sper sa putem intr-o zi"&lt;br /&gt;Mereu esti realist si ma cobori cu picioarele pe pamant!&lt;br /&gt;-O sa ne descurcam noi.O sa fie bine.Artistii niciodata nu renunta&lt;br /&gt;-Mdaa..dar ei nu sunt la 674&lt;br /&gt;-Esti realist din nou&lt;br /&gt;-Esti prea visatoare&lt;br /&gt;-Vreau sa-ti vad zambetul si ochii mari!&lt;br /&gt;-Poate sa-mi fie pur si simplu dor de tine?&lt;br /&gt;-Si mie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totul e sa nu renunti.Sa ai speranta.Si cand crezi ca atunci e mai greu,GANDESTE-TE.Esti aproape de reusita.NOI O SA REUSIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu chitara,cu poeziile,tu,eu,si o fericire sub un pod!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-2972164506646088206?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/2972164506646088206/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=2972164506646088206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/2972164506646088206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/2972164506646088206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2009/11/674-si-infinit.html' title='674 si infinit'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-7643768797743726563</id><published>2009-11-08T01:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:34:33.359+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzica buna'/><title type='text'>Festivalul de muzica Folk,de la Braila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/SvYPmeH9WQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rtOuFe4coTg/s1600-h/folk-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/SvYPmeH9WQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rtOuFe4coTg/s320/folk-you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401521956673378562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa cum spune si titlu' weekendul asta a fost rezervat Festivalului de muzica Folk,a treia editie, "Chira Chiralina" organizat de Nicu Alifantis in contract cu primaria Braila.In acest an, talente din toata tara au venit pentru a participa pentru unul din cele 3 premii,cu speranta ca va fi cel mai bun.Am fost surpinsa (in sensul bun) sa vad numeroase persoane de toata varstele venind la spectacol si mai surprinsa sa ii vad cum canta alaturi de renumiti solisti ce au concertat la sfarsitul fiecarei seri.Toti concurentii au fost surprinzatori de buni,si deschisi publicului,incat (probabil) juriului ii va fi greu in alegerea castigatorilor.&lt;br /&gt;Din propria parere, vineri a fost cea mai buna seara.Sunetul de chitara intotdeauna a fost pentru sufletul meu,iar acum la festival ascultand 3 ore incontinuu a fost mai mult decat un elixir.&lt;br /&gt;Pe cat de impresionata am fost de spectacol,pe atat de mult am revenit cu picioarele pe pamant,atunci cand am iesit din sala,si m-am izbit din nou de realitate: babute care ocupa locurile pe bancile din centru ,cu tot cu semintele de rigoare barfindu-i cand pe unii, cand pe altii (de data asta ,eram noi in centrul atentiei lor),pedofili care isi fac veacul pe la fiecare colt de strada asteptand cate o "Fetita" pentru a-si face o mica laba.deeh...oamenii duc lipsa mare,si persoane care trec pur si simplu pe langa tine,persoane amarate sau nu...care oricum nu au habar pe ce lumea traiesc,da' sa le mai si intrebi ce festival se tine in weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Ma irita incultura din orasul asta (ca sa nu generalizez la mod de Tzara),unde daca e sa vine Salam,pe langa faptul ca tot orasul stie,mai aud si cei de langa noi,insa daca e nu stiu ce spectacol cu muzica underground,sau in cazul de fata folk,lumea habar nu are.Urat cum se promoveaza "cultura"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-7643768797743726563?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/7643768797743726563/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/SvYPmeH9WQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rtOuFe4coTg/s72-c/folk-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-7540940344081876287</id><published>2009-11-06T01:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:42:25.132+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudat'/><title type='text'>01:15</title><content type='html'>Din lipsa de ocupatie la ora asta (01:15 p.m)si din dorinta de a arata cateva poezii foarte bune,m-am gandit sa postez cateva din preferatele mele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Admonestare, Stelian Filip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am chemat ingerul meu pazitor&lt;br /&gt;si i-am zis:&lt;br /&gt;-pe unde umbli, ma&lt;br /&gt;bodyguard nenorocit?&lt;br /&gt;de la o vreme nu te mai simt deloc in preajma mea.&lt;br /&gt;am auzit ca frecventezi niste discoteci,&lt;br /&gt;ca te-ai indragostit de-o mini jupista,&lt;br /&gt;ca s-au luat de tine niste pletosi&lt;br /&gt;si i-ai facut pe toti knockout.&lt;br /&gt;pai de-aia esti tu&lt;br /&gt;"inger-ingersul meu, ce mi te-a dat Dumnezeu",&lt;br /&gt;imbecilule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ion Minulescu - Epilog sentimental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dă-mi ochii-ţi plânşi, să-i mai sărut o dată,&lt;br /&gt;Şi lasă-mă să plec!...&lt;br /&gt;Tu nu-nţelegi&lt;br /&gt;Că-n orchestrarea întregirii noastre&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i ciripit de păsărele-albastre,&lt;br /&gt;Ci-i răcnet doar de bestie turbată,&lt;br /&gt;Ce-ţi sângerează-obrajii şi te muşcă&lt;br /&gt;De câte ori încerci s-o-nchizi în cuşcă&lt;br /&gt;Sau de piciorul patului s-o legi?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dă-mi ochii-ţi plânşi, să-i mai sărut o dată,&lt;br /&gt;Şi nu-ţi mai cer nimic!...&lt;br /&gt;Tu n-ai ghicit&lt;br /&gt;Că melodia întregirii noastre s-a sfârşit&lt;br /&gt;Şi toată fericirea-mprovizată&lt;br /&gt;Cu care ne-avântăm tot mai departe&lt;br /&gt;N-a fost decât iluzia că ne-am iubit&lt;br /&gt;Ca două manechine cu suflete de vată,&lt;br /&gt;Păstrate-ntr-o vitrină cu geamurile sparte?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dă-mi ochii-ţi plânşi, să-i mai sărut o dată,&lt;br /&gt;C-atâta doar mi-e dat să-ţi mai sărut,&lt;br /&gt;În cinstea întregirii noastre din trecut,&lt;br /&gt;Din care-acum n-a mai rămas nimic&lt;br /&gt;Decât o falsă frescă-n mozaic,&lt;br /&gt;Pe care nişte gheare de bestie turbată&lt;br /&gt;Însângerează două imagini omeneşti!...&lt;br /&gt;Nu le cunoşti?...&lt;br /&gt;Încearcă -&lt;br /&gt;Şi-ai să ţi le-aminteşti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gabriel Garcia Marquez -Papusa de carpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca Dumnezeu ar uita pentru o clipa&lt;br /&gt;ca sunt o papusa de carpa,&lt;br /&gt;si mi-ar darui o farama de viata,&lt;br /&gt;probabil nu as spune tot ce gandesc,&lt;br /&gt;dar cu siguranta as gandi tot ce spun.&lt;br /&gt;As aprecia lucrurile nu prin ceea ce valoreaza,&lt;br /&gt;ci prin ceea ce semnifica.&lt;br /&gt;As dormi putin si as visa mult,&lt;br /&gt;deoarece cu fiecare minut in care inchidem ochii&lt;br /&gt;pierdem saizeci de secunde de lumina.&lt;br /&gt;As merge cand altii se opresc,&lt;br /&gt;m-as trezi cand altii dorm.&lt;br /&gt;As asculta cand ceilalti vorbesc,&lt;br /&gt;si cum as mai savura o inghetata cu ciocolata!&lt;br /&gt;Daca Dumnezeu mi-ar darui putina viata,&lt;br /&gt;mi-as pune haine simple,&lt;br /&gt;m-as intinde la soare pe burta,&lt;br /&gt;dezvelindu-mi nu numai corpul, ci si sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;Doamne, daca as avea o inima,&lt;br /&gt;mi-as scrie toata ura pe o bucata de gheata&lt;br /&gt;si as astepta sa iasa soarele.&lt;br /&gt;As picta pe stele un poem de-al lui Benedetti,&lt;br /&gt;cu un vis al lui Van Gogh;&lt;br /&gt;si un cantec al lui Serrat ar fi serenada&lt;br /&gt;pe care as oferi-o lunii.&lt;br /&gt;As uda trandafirii cu lacrimile mele&lt;br /&gt;ca sa simt intepatura dureroasa a spinilor&lt;br /&gt;si sarutul vindecator al petalelor.&lt;br /&gt;Doamne, daca as avea un crampei de viata&lt;br /&gt;nu as lasa sa treaca o zi&lt;br /&gt;fara sa le spun oamenilor pe care ii iubesc, ca ii iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;As convinge fiecare femeie si fiecare barbat&lt;br /&gt;ca el imi este cel mai drag&lt;br /&gt;si as trai indragostita de iubire.&lt;br /&gt;Le-as arata oamenilor cat de mult gresesc&lt;br /&gt;daca cred ca nu se mai indragostesc cand incep sa imbatraneasca,&lt;br /&gt;nestiind ca, de fapt, imbatranesc atunci cand nu se mai indragostesc.&lt;br /&gt;Unui copil i-as da aripi,&lt;br /&gt;dar l-as lasa sa invete singur sa zboare.&lt;br /&gt;Pe cei in varsta i-as invata ca moartea nu vine o data cu batranetea,&lt;br /&gt;ci o data cu uitarea.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat atatea lucruri de la voi, oamenii.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca toata lumea&lt;br /&gt;vrea sa traiasca pe culmea muntelui,&lt;br /&gt;nestiind ca adevarata fericire este sa urci panta.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca, atunci cand un nou nascut&lt;br /&gt;strange in pumn pentru prima data&lt;br /&gt;degetul tatalui sau, il va tine strans pentru totdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca un om are dreptul sa-l priveasca pe altul de sus&lt;br /&gt;numai atunci cand il ajuta sa se ridice.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat atatea lucruri de la voi,&lt;br /&gt;dar de fapt nu-mi vor folosi mai deloc&lt;br /&gt;caci din nefericire, cand ma vor pune in valiza aceea,&lt;br /&gt;o sa mor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si poezia care mi-a adus un 10 la examenul de admitere la teatru in clasa a 9,si care si acum ma face sa zambesc:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vaduva si piticul de G.Toparceanu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zice că demult, odată,&lt;br /&gt;Un pitic s-a însurat&lt;br /&gt;Cu o văduvă bogată,&lt;br /&gt;Ce fusese măritată&lt;br /&gt;Cu un mare om de stat.&lt;br /&gt;Şi-o fi dus ea, altădată, o viaţă mai tihnită,&lt;br /&gt;Dar la urmă şi piticul a făcut-o fericită…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu muncă şi cu răbdare,&lt;br /&gt;Poţi face cât unul mare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-7540940344081876287?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/7540940344081876287/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=7540940344081876287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/7540940344081876287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/7540940344081876287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2009/11/0115.html' title='01:15'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-2664615260018638775</id><published>2009-10-30T01:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:57:34.906+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudat'/><title type='text'>Acum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/SxYuHNrDMRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JCLmY48HW0A/s1600-h/lily+allan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/SxYuHNrDMRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JCLmY48HW0A/s320/lily+allan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410562703796416786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vroia doar un el.Un el"perfect".Care sa o iubeasca asa cum e.Sa-i iubeasca cele 3 culori din par,sau ochii schimbatori.Un el care uita sa o sune dimineata si care se revanseaza toata ziua.Un el care niciodata,dar niciodata nu ii spune "te iubesc" ci doar "infinit",Un "el" care sa aiba ochii schimbatori,si care sa ii placa ciocolata topita.Sa fie sigur pe el,dar totusi sa simta nevoia sa o intrebe...Sa fie cel mai bun prieten si iubit in acelasi timp.Sa inteleaga cand nu am chef sa vorbesc despre nimic,sau sa ma asculte atunci cand vorbesc prea mult.Cineva cu care sa ma bat cu perne,iar apoi sa radem unul de altul,de cat de ciufuliti suntem.Cineva care sa vada dincolo de apectul fizic si sa imi zambeasca la 5 dimineata.Sa imi dea un pupic din senin,si sa imi recite o poezie in statia de metrou (autobuz,tramvai sau maxi-taxi).Sa ne plimbam toata ziua fara un scop anume,cineva care sa imi ofere o frunza galbena si care sa imi zambeasca subtil.Sa avem o melodie a noastra,dar sa ne regasim in orice cantec de la radio,Cineva caruia sa ii placa sunetul de chitara dimineata si care mananca gogosi cu gutui la pranz...Care, intr-un final,in ciuda oricarui lucru' sa ramana langa mine,sa ma suporte,si sa vada dincolo de aparente,esenta fiecarui lucru'!&lt;br /&gt;                      "Cand apari sa ma anunti!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-2664615260018638775?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/2664615260018638775/comments/default' title='Postare 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/SxYuHNrDMRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JCLmY48HW0A/s72-c/lily+allan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-7838380907642105215</id><published>2009-10-30T01:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:42:25.133+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudat'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ea: -Am auzit cuvintele astea de la fiecare baiat in parte...nu le mai repeta degeaba&lt;br /&gt;El: -Ai auzit exact aceleasi cuvinte&lt;br /&gt;Ea: -Aproape&lt;br /&gt;El: -Si restul?&lt;br /&gt;Ea: -Restul le-am pastrat pentru orice ratat care venea,fara text&lt;br /&gt;El: -Esti rea&lt;br /&gt;Ea: -Demult...&lt;br /&gt;El: -De ce?&lt;br /&gt;Ea: -Un text si un ratat&lt;br /&gt;El: -Sa nu imi spui ca suferi&lt;br /&gt;Ea: -Poate ca am...&lt;br /&gt;El: -Ella,mai are si sentimente si plange cateodata???&lt;br /&gt;Ea: -Surprinzator,dar da.&lt;br /&gt;El: -Inseamna ca a meritat&lt;br /&gt;Ea: -Sau nu...&lt;br /&gt;El: -Mergem o data?mi-e foarte somn&lt;br /&gt;Ea: -Doar dormim!&lt;br /&gt;El: -Si aici daca s-ar putea&lt;br /&gt;Ea: -Hai,totusi acasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Si ella mai sufera cateodata!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-7838380907642105215?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/7838380907642105215/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=7838380907642105215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/7838380907642105215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/7838380907642105215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2009/10/ea-am-auzit-cuvintele-astea-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-6010553501887999355</id><published>2009-09-09T17:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:42:25.133+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudat'/><title type='text'>30 de minute!6 septembrie 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j5eFEp1zhVo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j5eFEp1zhVo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;M-a luat in brate pentru prima data si mi-am cufundat nasul in parul lui proaspat ca o dimineata ploioasa.Doamne,ce dor imi era de el.Acum e in adevaratul sens al cuvantului "mi-e dor".Mi-am luat o cafea si il priveam ca pentru ultima jumatate de ora.&lt;br /&gt;-Iti bei cafeaua aia,azi?&lt;br /&gt;-O sa o beau...frige&lt;br /&gt;-Pai vreau sa te sarut o data!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci trebuia sa spun:"-Da-o naibii de cafea,si saruta-ma!"&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu am spus si mi-am baut cafeaua in continuare.&lt;br /&gt;Doamne,cat regret ca nu l-am sarutat atunci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi mangaia fata si se uita la mine ca la copilul care mereu il alinta,si care mereu vroia sa vorbeasca cu el la 12 noaptea.&lt;br /&gt;M-a sarutat si am vrut atunci sa se opreasca timpul macar cateva momente,ca sa nu simt cat de repede trece.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vroiam sa ii dau drumul si totusi i-am dat si am plecat!&lt;br /&gt; S-au schimbat multe de atunci,desi tu vei ramane mereu copilul meu&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de tine,copil si de zambetul tau cu gropita pe partea dreapta!&lt;br /&gt;Sper sa fii fericit cu ea!&lt;br /&gt;Cine stie...poate ne vom mai vedea...ca amici de data asta.&lt;br /&gt;Fara nici o remuscare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you're hair on my sholder&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you smile...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-2206147349912416137</id><published>2009-08-27T02:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:42:25.133+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudat'/><title type='text'>Pentru ca vreau sa te simt in continuare...si poate pentru prima data</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/SpXBh7gWX9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/010hVP5CcEk/s1600-h/dis.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/_MYupiQYb8J0/SpXBh7gWX9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/010hVP5CcEk/s320/dis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374414518989774802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-M-ai iubit vre-o data?&lt;br /&gt;-In fiecare zi mai mult...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ti-a fost dor de mine?&lt;br /&gt;-Numaram zilele si orele pana aveam sa te revad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ai plans?&lt;br /&gt;-Doar cu tine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Te-ai indragostit?&lt;br /&gt;-De fiecare alunita de pe obrazul tau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ai dorit?&lt;br /&gt;-Sa iti simt luciu de buze de caise,pe buzele mele uscate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Te-ai gandit?&lt;br /&gt;-La mangaierea unghiilor tale rosii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sufereai?&lt;br /&gt;-In continuare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Te-ai inrosit?&lt;br /&gt;-Atunci cand m-ai descris...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zambeai?&lt;br /&gt;-Cand imi sarutai gropitele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ai desenat?&lt;br /&gt;-Doar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ai fost trist?&lt;br /&gt;-Cand era imposibil... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ai simtit?&lt;br /&gt;-Atunci cand a rasarit soarele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Radeai?&lt;br /&gt;-Cand eram "insensibil"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fumai?&lt;br /&gt;-Doar Mallboro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-De ce?&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru ca vreau sa te simt in continuare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lee Ryan - Wish the whole world knew -asta e pentru tine copil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-2206147349912416137?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/2206147349912416137/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=2206147349912416137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/2206147349912416137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-7281928254389917642</id><published>2009-08-21T00:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:42:25.134+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudat'/><title type='text'>17,infinit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/SpTmWAEUCvI/AAAAAAAAADs/HG63BQ87XmU/s1600-h/Imagine052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/SpTmWAEUCvI/AAAAAAAAADs/HG63BQ87XmU/s320/Imagine052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374173521009445618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probabil ca e cea mai fericita zi in viata mea!mai am putin si plang dar sunt fata mare de acum si ma abtin.chiar simt bine si imi vine sa tip pe aici,dar cred ca o sa ma injure lumea,deci tip maine.AM 17 ANI!la multi ani mie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prietenie, plaja, foc, dragoste, putere, tinerete, fum, Iubire, amintire, val, nepasare&lt;br /&gt;Scarba, mila, lasitate, orgoliu, furie, nedreptate&lt;br /&gt;Uitare, lacrima, copil, oboseala, tremur, prevestrire, har, Speranta, judecata, scrum, Asteptare, zambet, credinta, drum, &lt;br /&gt;17!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/odWulfQaN-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/odWulfQaN-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/7281928254389917642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2009/08/17infinit.html' title='17,infinit'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/SpTmWAEUCvI/AAAAAAAAADs/HG63BQ87XmU/s72-c/Imagine052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-4154908813481763167</id><published>2009-08-17T01:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:42:25.134+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudat'/><title type='text'>IRIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/SoiI4nAbOdI/AAAAAAAAADM/d4-_Cb30qA8/s1600-h/iris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/SoiI4nAbOdI/AAAAAAAAADM/d4-_Cb30qA8/s320/iris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370693061764135378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Am revenit la scris si nu am putut sa ma abtin sa nu incep cu IRIS.&lt;br /&gt;Doar ce am venit de la concert(Braila) unde "cica" au fost zilele orasului si Sf Maria si cu ocazia asta,primarul nostru iubit a adus si altceva in afara de Maria Dragomiroiu si alti de-astia de muzica populara(Nu ca as avea ceva cu genu asta sau cu doamna Dragomiroiu,dar la cati tineri asteptau concertele asta se putea si mai bine).Revenind la Iris,ca de obicei au fost cei mai asteptati si cei mai fantstici.Au facut intr-adevar un show si o atmosfera de milioane iar Cristi Minculescu a fost si este mai in forma ca oricand. &lt;br /&gt;  Nesurprinzator nefiind,nici faptul ca la un moment dat,prietena mea incepuse sa planga pe o melodie de a lor,iar eu cum nu puteam sa o las singura,am plans la urmatoarea.Nah...suntem fete si ne permitem.A fost extraordinar,si cred printre cele m-ai bune concerte la care am fost.Am ramas uimita sa vad doamne trecute de prima tinerete,cu nepoteii de mana,fredonand si dansand pe piesele celor de la Iris si cei mici dand din cap ca niste viitori mici rockeri. In final,am inceput cu gasca sa strigam "Iris.Iris.Iris" ,ca mai apoi toata faleza sa tipe cu noi,Cristi Minculescu facand un bis la ultima melodie.Ce pot sa spun...A FOST MARFA.Cei de la Iris sunt clar cei mai buni,dovedind asta si anii pe care ii au in spate ca trupa.&lt;br /&gt;                                 The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-4154908813481763167?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/4154908813481763167/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=4154908813481763167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/4154908813481763167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/4154908813481763167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2009/08/iris.html' title='IRIS'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/SoiI4nAbOdI/AAAAAAAAADM/d4-_Cb30qA8/s72-c/iris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-2288756087816268791</id><published>2009-08-04T01:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:42:25.134+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudat'/><title type='text'>now i’m smiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/SndnSnEycSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WPx_KcUOy8Y/s1600-h/DSCN0801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/SndnSnEycSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WPx_KcUOy8Y/s320/DSCN0801.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365871050459607330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;  Cred totusi ca o persoana iti da sentimente…Adica nu pe diferite cai,ci doar le impulsioneaza,te face sa te descoperi…Deocamdata o las mai moale cu micile mele povestiute si scriu doar in proza.Proza fara dialog…mdaa…stiu ca e greu de citit…(ca doar mai am 40 de pagini din “Ultima noapte de dragoste,intaia noapte de razboi” si ma chinui de o saptaman si putin sa o temin)dar poate are cineva rabdare intr-adevar sa citeasca si sa inteleaga.&lt;br /&gt;Probabil ca vei zice "-Daaaaa..inca una care scrie rahat pe blog,si nu are ce face la ora 2 noaptea ".dar sincer..NU IMI PASA.&lt;br /&gt;Deja ma simt mai bine,si nu scriu de mult timp.Daaa...cineva mi-a impulsionat un sentiment,sau poate mai multe.Cineva la care tin…ciudat!&lt;br /&gt;  Si as vrea sa fie altfel…sa fie posibil…dar nu e.Si trebuie sa ma multumesc cu atat.Asta e!&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt nici paranoica,nici pesimita si nici realista.sunt doar eu.UN copil care peste 17 zile,face 17 ani,un copil care iubeste pe toata lumeeea,(aproape),care iubeste ochii caprui,si paru saten,vantul care ii bate peste suvitele roscate si pe EL.un el care care este undeva…Nu stiu unde exact,dar stiu ca este...si il astept…Now i’m smiling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-2288756087816268791?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/2288756087816268791/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=2288756087816268791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/2288756087816268791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/2288756087816268791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-im-smiling.html' title='now i’m smiling'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/SndnSnEycSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WPx_KcUOy8Y/s72-c/DSCN0801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-8771450131725463715</id><published>2009-08-01T00:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:42:25.134+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudat'/><title type='text'>undeva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/Sowzi0H893I/AAAAAAAAADU/R20Kugp6K2Q/s1600-h/S8302412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/Sowzi0H893I/AAAAAAAAADU/R20Kugp6K2Q/s320/S8302412.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371725128746727282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi-e dor de mare,mi-e dor de rasarit si de toti oamenii cu care am fost acolo.mi-e dor de dusurile reci de la 6 diminata,de convorbirile din baie cu Karina si de cartile de joc cu Tziufix.de prosoapele pe care dormeam pe hol si de costumele de baie arse in fiecare dimineata pe plaja.mi-e dor de injuraturile din fiecare zi,aplicate lui Cristi ca nu e ordine in camera(scuze copilule),de tonele de mirosuri de la parfum,creme,fixativ si toate alea mirositoare ale Karinei,de pungile alea de cipsuri si floricele de dupa haine,de ciocolatele noastre mancate de cei de la Brasov,de drumul de 5 km pana la plaja(glumesc.faceam doar juma' de ora)de merele pe care la mancam in fiecare zi din copacul ala de langa sosea,de Vali Barbulescu.Mi-e dor de sarutul acela intamplator de la 3 dimineata,si de paharul ala de suc galben cu gheata.de tigarile alea negre impartite cu toata lumea si de privirile ascunse,ridicate din cand in cand din prosop.mi-e dor de jocul "scuze".Mi-e dor de "Boltz" si de berile alea de atunci,mi-e dor de cuvintele "dar de ce nu vii mai aproape?"..."-pescarusii nu mananca din mare si soarele nu e portocaliu"..."-esti un insensibil!-nuu,sunt cel mai sensibil"..si mi-e dor de coronita aia cu care ITI dadeai parul peste cap.mi-e dor de "FUSERAM impreuna"..de dansul pe plaja si de ciorapii roz murdariti de nisip din Saturn pana in Costinesti.si chiar daca ai fost un idiot si jumatate,tot mi-e dor de tine.(B.B)MI-E DOR DE MARE SI DE TOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/MuJ968NrTA/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MuJ968NrTA/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=MuJ968NrTA" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=MuJ968NrTA" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=MuJ968NrTA" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=MuJ968NrTA" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/MuJ968NrTA/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/SawdZu-/music/AUQ5clBq/criss-blaziny-criss-blaziny-7-august-ep7-feat-iza-si-dj/"&gt;Criss Blaziny- 7 August ep.7 ( feat Iza si Dj. Undoo)www.crissblaziny.blogspot.com - Criss Blaziny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-8771450131725463715?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/8771450131725463715/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=8771450131725463715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/8771450131725463715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1284457303760709843/posts/default/8771450131725463715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/2009/07/undeva.html' title='undeva...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110426809352903769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUkijxroNMg/Tv5QQNICmPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pYiuJzIKXtE/s220/291735_1513120924103_1716833636_722640_566866294_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/Sowzi0H893I/AAAAAAAAADU/R20Kugp6K2Q/s72-c/S8302412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284457303760709843.post-3938464187713285446</id><published>2009-07-27T16:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:42:25.134+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudat'/><title type='text'>a fost EL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/Sm2o53j3j2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/qoheHvuZNZw/s1600-h/Y%27R+speshal129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MYupiQYb8J0/Sm2o53j3j2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/qoheHvuZNZw/s320/Y%27R+speshal129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363128443388530530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si imi amintesc si acum primul miros de tigare…prea apasat pentru mine incat imi facea rau.Si totusi eram langa el…Era prima data.Era adorabil!&lt;br /&gt;Avea ochii mari si verzi si se uita la mine pierdut "-cat te-am asteptat…" si eu zambeam…Eram prea naiva.&lt;br /&gt;Vorbeam mereu prostii,puneam lumea la cale si facem planuri...doar le gandeam…Fuma tigare dupa tigare si ma privea superior "esti prea naiva ella" …si credea in mine….probabil…&lt;br /&gt;-Esti fraiera ca nu iti dai seama cat de iubesc&lt;br /&gt;-Chiar ma iubesti ?&lt;br /&gt;-Daa&lt;br /&gt;-Binee..cum spui tu…&lt;br /&gt; Eram rea…mereu eram asa..un copil perfectionist cu  "ochii mari,nasu’ perfect si buzele permanent roz" naiv si rau in acelasi timp.nu il suportam cand avea dreptatea.asta inseamna ca eu am gresit..nu suportam sa stiu ca eu gresesc…&lt;br /&gt; Si acum imi amintesc de el…cum sa nu mi amintesc….Avea ochii verzi,sprincenele desenate , buzele perfecte Si un zambet de copil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-3938464187713285446?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/3938464187713285446/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=3938464187713285446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;-mirelaaa..stii ca nu pot sa ii spun asa&lt;br /&gt;-bine..atunci propun sa incepi cu cu simplu’ « alo »&lt;br /&gt;-incerc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dupa amiaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-da ?&lt;br /&gt;-sergiu…buna..sunt ana..&lt;br /&gt;-copil..ce faci ?&lt;br /&gt;-bine.vroiam sa vorbesc cu tine.putem sa ne intalnim ?&lt;br /&gt;-sigur.acelasi loc,aceeasi ora ?&lt;br /&gt;-mda…exact ca atunci.&lt;br /&gt;-mi-era dor de vocea ta de copil naiv,ana&lt;br /&gt;-pa sergiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-a chinuit o jumatate de zi,pentru a se gandi ce ii va spune,cu ce se va imbraca.ce va fuma..&lt;br /&gt;Si-a luat tricoul lui preferat,o pereche  jeansi,tenisi si mallboro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-arati bine copil&lt;br /&gt;-sergiu…(si ar fi vrut sa ii spuna ca il iubeste,ca il iubeste la nebunie si il vrea numai pe el.in schimb s-a limitat la ) : mi-a fost dor de tine si vreau sa ne despartim&lt;br /&gt;-ana,noi nu eram impreuna&lt;br /&gt;-poti sa te prefaci macar ca iti pasa ?&lt;br /&gt;-imi pasa copil,stii bine asta….dar sunt realist.stii ca esti singura fata pe care o iubesc&lt;br /&gt;-atunci lasa-ma sa plec..lasa-ma sa ma indepartez&lt;br /&gt;-o sa iti fie bine&lt;br /&gt;-…nu&lt;br /&gt;-atunci sa ai grija de tine&lt;br /&gt;-nu ca de tine&lt;br /&gt;-te iubesc copilul meu !&lt;br /&gt;-adio sergiu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fugit in lacrimi si a sunat-o imediat pe Mirela.&lt;br /&gt;-zuz..vreau sa ne vedem&lt;br /&gt;-ana,ai patit ceva&lt;br /&gt;-te astept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ne-am intalnit&lt;br /&gt;-i-ai spus ca il iubesti ?&lt;br /&gt;-nu..&lt;br /&gt;-atunci ce i-ai spus ?&lt;br /&gt;-" nu vreau sa ne mai vedem "&lt;br /&gt;-dar ana…&lt;br /&gt;-stiu ca il iubesc dar e mai bine &lt;br /&gt;-pentru cine ?&lt;br /&gt;-….mm.nu stiu&lt;br /&gt;-suna-l si spune-i ca il iubeste,renunta la orgoliu si fii fericita macar o data in viata&lt;br /&gt;-multumesc !!!&lt;br /&gt;-fugi la el, copil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-alo..&lt;br /&gt;-sergiu ?&lt;br /&gt;-copilul meu ?&lt;br /&gt;-te iubesc si nu vreau sa ne despartim.de fapt vreau sa fim pentru prima data impreuna&lt;br /&gt;-dar ai spus…&lt;br /&gt;-crezi ca poti sa primesti inapoi un copil care te vrea ?&lt;br /&gt;-doar pe tine,ana.stii ca esti singura care conteaza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-6321989072104228496?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-light.blogspot.com/feeds/6321989072104228496/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1284457303760709843&amp;postID=6321989072104228496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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zambeasca,desi mai erau 5 persoane in fata lui.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Inevitabi ii sare in brate si il pupa (confuza) pe obraz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-mi-a fost dor de tine mah !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-si mie maah urat-o &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;asa o alinta mereu…era «numele lor de cod »mereu radeau pe tema asta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-de ce nu m-ai sunat niciodata de cand ne-am desp ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-am crezut ca esti suparata&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;pe mine..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-pai eram&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-iarta-ma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-te-am iertat de mult !...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-mi-au lipsit ironiile tale de copil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-tu mi-ai lipsit mah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;o lua din nou in brate si parfumul ei ii strabatu’ tot corpul,amintindu-i din nou cat de mult a iubit-o.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-si ..ce ai mai facut ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-…am cunoscut pe cineva&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-…te iubeste ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-cred&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-asa ca mine ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-mah…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-mi pare rau…inca nu m-am obishnuit cu ideea ca nu mai esti a mea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-doar a ta am fost…(si il lua in brate simtindu-i mirosul lui de parfum frantuzesc amestecat cu tzigare…ciudat..acelasi Pall Mall…)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-nu stii cat mi-ai lipsit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-acum stiu.(si ii zambeste,innecat in gropitele de sub ochii verzi)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-mi lipsea zambetul tau&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-imi lipseau ochii tai&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;veni ora sa plece..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-cand te mai vad?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-cand voi fuma Pall Mall light lung… (si pleca)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Dupa o luna…mesaj de la EL:”maxi taxi,ora13.dute”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Se duse la maxi taxi,pachet,pentru " Ana copil " &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Zambi si deschise imediat pachetul.ramase uimita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Un pachet de Pall Mall Light lung si cu un scris pe el… « acelasi loc,aceasi ora »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-…a venit sa ma vada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1284457303760709843-322922486100979536?l=mara-light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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